Chapter 29: Majora's Mask.
As Zak approached, glowing black hand constructed of magic reached out, grabbed him, and yanked him through the black portal. On the other side, he found himself on a large grassy field with a single tree in the center. He took a step forward, and twenty-eight orbs of white light appeared. The orbs encircled the tree, spinning quite fast. They shrank in, combining together at the base of the tree, accompanied by a blinding flash of white light.
A purple and red mask with yellow thorns on its top and sides was fastened to the tree trunk. Even at a distance Zak could see how big it was; the full mask was bigger than himself, if it was turned on its side. The yellow eyes lit up, and the mask pulled itself off of the tree, its thorns moving from side to side. As it floated into the air, several brown tendrils drifted off of the back towards the ground. Its tendrils shot out and wriggled in random directions as the mask flew towards Zak. He pulled out his spear and readied himself. Orange lasers fired from its eyes, ripping a gash into the grass as it headed for him. He jumped to the side, running away from the laser chasing him. As he ran, the mask's tendrils flung huge spiraling metal tops covered in spikes in his path. Zak jumped over them, and an electric bolt fired out, striking him. He felt his muscles lock up, and he yelled out in pain. The mask launched more spirals at him. An electrical arc joined them all together, and he felt it surge through his body. Zak pried himself out of the electric field. The mask's laser sliced up his side, the force knocking him off of his feet.
The mask hovered closer, firing the laser on either side of Zak. He lunged with his spear, aimed right at the center of the mask. The spear bounced off of the mask, leaving behind nothing, not even a scratch. The tendrils launched at Zak, who jumped backwards in an attempt to dodge them. More spirals flew at him, their spikes digging into his arms and legs as they landed. Zak yelled out in agony as the electricity ripped into him. The mask's laser struck him, pinning him to the ground. Blood spilled from his body, and he struggled against the powerful laser's might. His spear tip struck the mask across the eye, bouncing it back slightly. He struggled to stand, using the spear as a crutch. The electricity ripping through his body again.
"That's right," the interloper said, cackling, "You've haven't been this far too often, have you? Must be hard to remember what the white light did, eh?"
"Go to hell," Zak spat, blood trailing down his chin. He rolled forwards, and several arrows fired out of the mask's eyes, striking him in the back. It floated higher, completely out of his reach. Zak tried standing, but the lasers struck him in the back, forcing him to the ground.
"Too bad," the interloper tutted him, "You get to die again, don't you? I've never asked, but does it hurt?"
A fairy drifted out of his bottle, surrounding him with its pink magical energy. Zak stood to his feet, and the mask shot several spirals at him. He ran forwards, narrowly dodging the two lines of arrows striking the ground directly behind him. He charged some blue magic into his free hand, generating a blue diamond of transparent energy around him. The mask fired its powerful lasers at him, striking against the shield. The blue diamond cracked, but managed to hold against the assault. Its tendrils went insane, wriggling like mad. They joined together, forming into giant purple tentacles. The tentacles struck against Zak's shield, destroying it easily. He launched a ball of fire from his hand, which bounced off the mask harmlessly. It spun around in the air a few times from the attack, and Zak charged it, desperate to close the distance between the mask and himself. It fired more arrows at him. They struck the ground, engulfing it in fire. He fired a few more fireballs at the mask, but it batted them away easily with its formed tentacles. Zak, upon arriving directly underneath the mask, reeled back and released a large sphere of magical fire. The sphere launched out in all direction, striking the mask's tentacles. They wriggled and writhed, igniting in flame. As the mask drifted down in reach, Zak struck it with his spear with all of his might.
All of its tendrils stabbed into his body. The mask lifted him up off of the ground. Zak coughed up blood, shocked. Its eyes shined with a menacing yellow light, and its lasers burned right through him. Zak screamed out in pain, struggling against its onslaught. The spear fell from his hands. While it fell, Zak reached out with his hand. Green magic erupted from him, and his spear disappeared. The mask fired countless arrows into his body. Zak, blinded by the blood in his eyes, reached out and felt the front of the mask with his blood-covered hands. He could feel it pull him in closer. He kicked the bottom of the mask futilely. He felt himself lower slightly, and he smirked a little before losing consciousness.
The mask charged its final attack, and Zak's spear struck it in the back. Shocked, the mask released Zak and grabbed at the spear with its tendrils. It collapsed backward onto the ground, the weight of the spear dragging it down.. The force of the impact pushed the tip of the spear through the mask, just enough to pierce it. The mask cracked, webbing out from the spear's point. It shattered, erupting in a blinding white light. A pink fairy drifted out from Zak's last bottle, healing him back from the brink of death. He crawled onto his feet.
Twenty-eight orbs of pure white energy drifted in a slow circle around him. They rushed to at a single point, joining together in a bright flash. Zak covered his eyes. When he looked again, he found a mask laying on the ground in front of him. He reached down and picked it up. The mask looked like a wolf's face, but had white eyes with no irises. Its white fur pattern between its eyes reminded Zak of the symbol of the Zora Sapphire. He felt no evil resonating in the mask. Zak reached out to grab the hilt of his spear, which was sticking out of the ground, only to have it disintegrate into dust in his hands.
"Oh, that's too bad," the interloper cooed, "You only have one sword left, and you're out of fairies. Well, looks like your time is up."
Zak looked down at the mask, "We'll see, interloper."