Chapter 74: Majora's Wrath
It should've been over. Fear should've surcease its sojourn.
Onlookers noticed the evil king's castle had vanished; Hyrule's dilapidated city was no longer infected by the tall, dark thorn. Ganondorf was no more. Massive relief should've soared above the horizon like a proud, salubrious eagle, delivering its sonorous message; it would engender Hyrule's denizens to step outside, no longer bound by the shackles of dread.
But this time of gaiety was ephemeral.
Overhead, they saw the moon, staring back at them with inexpressive eyes. It started moving closer, as if leaning inward, wanting a better view of the environment. Everyone was clamped to the ground in overawe. Why was this happening? Was this Ganondorf's final retribution for being denied monarchy?
Irrespective, everyone scurried into their homes like frightened animals. Hiding wouldn't stop the inexorable, but it would provide some form of comfort; just an infinitesimal amount. To make them ruminate on the wonderful lives they lived.
But, more importantly, to supplicate for a miracle.
The group landed in the middle of Hyrule Field. For a moment, it was peaceful. Only the gentle, warm breeze made its present known with a faint whisper. Sora had forgotten how long the field extended; it seemed interminable. Flowers and grass leaned to the left, regaled by the wind's halcyon song.
But a massive shadow bedimmed the assembly of quietude. Sora looked up to see the moon's frightening countenance staring right at them. Its details became more pronounced, such as mountain and craters – deformities that tainted its pallid skin. The moon's eyes remained wide and intense, looking on in horror, unable to escape the inexorable. Mercy balked the request to even let the moon shut it eyes, ameliorating the final moments before impact.
Everyone was aggrieved just from staring into those bright yellow eyes. Anxiety twisted their stomachs like a corkscrew – a spectator looming over a tiny colony of ants. It had the power to destroy in an instant. Suddenly, an earthquake rattled the entire land of Hyrule. The group kept themselves from tottering over, despite existence being plucked by a firm, foreboding finger.
They saw the moon begin a slow decent towards the planet. It stopped moments later. Who knew how long it would remain motionless again. The blue sky was brushed over with a light red, intimidating stoke – a presage that was incontrovertible.
Luigi's feet hefted a barbell of trepidation, debarring mobility. "Some people start their morning off with a nice latte café. Me? Getting crushed by the moon. Hopefully the sudden hair loss won't come on too soon."
"N-No," Yoshi said, in salient denial; he, too, had the homogeneous feeling of inquietude. "I-It no crush us. All it want is to give a little love tap. Moon never been hugged before. That why it so mad."
"Oh, dear!" Navi said, in dismay. "How do we stop it?"
"Ho, ho, ho," a familiar, overly chipper voice said. "I'm afraid because of your carelessness, stopping its course will prove most taxing."
Offended, Sora turned to face the owner of the voice. "Hey, who are you calling care"—he froze in fear upon facing the person. It was the Happy Mask Salesman, staring at the boy with his closed eyes and unusually long grin. His hands were clasped together. Everything about him was eerie and unnatural – even Sora, who faced every Heartless with a stoic gaze of courage, was ague before this enigmatic man—"less."
Yoshi ran behind Sora upon being startled by the man's lineament. Luigi had also met his friends at that same confluence. He glanced at the moon, then back at the man with a look of vacillation.
"Upon closer evaluation," Luigi said, wending his eyes towards the moon again, "the moon doesn't look that bad. Such perfect dental work."
"Well, Sora," Yoshi said, giving a small nudge to the boy's back. "Say hello. You always eager to make new friends."
"T-True," Sora said, as disinclination planted his feet in the soil. "But maybe it's time you learned that an excessive amount of something isn't always good."
"Sora!" Yoshi said, in shock.
Navi groaned in exasperation. "Oh, you're all big babies!" She flew right up to the man's face. Her patience had been desiccated from their continuous display of cowardice. "Who are you? Do you know what's going on?"
"I might," the man said, with an air of pride rushing out from his mouth. "A mask enthusiast such as myself should be knowledgeable. It appears someone has acquired Majora's Mask."
"Majora's Mask?" Navi asked. Even repeating the name left a sour taste on her tongue, as if she had just caused an imprecation. There was something dark and ineffable lurking between the syllables, eager to break free, and submerge the world in a sea of untold horrors. No matter how hard you swam, reaching the surface was insuperable.
No longer letting his courage remain reclusive, Sora asked. "That's the mask with the huge, freaky eyes, right?"
"Indeed," the man said. He faced Sora with reproach. "The same one YOU threw into the lake. Don't think I've forgotten."
"It was an accident!" Sora said, defensive.
The man responded with an intense glower. His grin remained immovable, but his eyes were wide open – the sclera on each one was a light pink. He was a twisted caricature peering through the canvas as if it were a window, filled with incontrovertible malice. Sora's usual headstrong attitude had acceded to intimidation.
Luigi slid in front of Sora, trying to defuse the situation. "And he's very, very sorry for doing so. Right?"
Sora responded with a timorous nod. Beneath the glowing orb that concealed Navi's form, she was shaking her head in embarrassment. Apparently a lean, eccentric man was Sora's one weakness.
"I supposed I could let bygones be bygones," the man said, returning to his cheerful deportment. "If not for the fact that our impending doom is imminent."
"But what exactly IS Majora's Mask?" Navi asked.
The salesman's expression turned grin. "An accursed artifact that has impunity from being banished to the realm of nihility. Its origins trace back to times immemorial. Legend says it was used by a tribe as part of their hexing ritual. Dark, untold power lies within it. Powers so great that it had to be sealed away."
"Then how is it here?" Luigi asked.
"No one really knows," the salesman said. "Perhaps not even the most ancient, powerful beings could contain it. I just so happened to find the mask. What a great addition it would've made to my collection. But even I could sense its chilling, otherworldly magic. It tried calling out to me. I wouldn't dare press my face against it."
I'm sure the feeling was mutual, Luigi thought.
"I tried destroying the wretched thing, but it escaped before I could proceed," the salesman said, vexed. "Stories have also told that it has created catastrophic events similar to this one. Which is why I'm confident the mask is culpable. Only something that unstable and twisted could conduct something so malevolent. Unless we stop it soon—"
"Please, stop!" Luigi said, covering his ears, aggrieved. "Some stories are best left open-ended. An impressionable person like me needs to be challenged!"
Navi sighed, nettled by Luigi accruing a plantation of pusillanimity. "We can't just stand here and wait for the goddesses to tap us on the shoulder! Isn't there any way of stopping it?"
"Destroying the mask would make the most logical sense," the salesman said, scratching his chin in thought. "If only we knew its whereabouts."
Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of a horse's stalwart neighing. Her strong hooves pounded against the dirt pathway, leaving behind a small, brown trail of particles. Everyone turned to see Link riding up to them on Epona. Urgency permeated through his blue eyes. Not a crack of hesitation formed, causing that heroic resolve spill onto the ground.
The Hero of Time would never forsake his title. Even though Ganondorf was immured within the sacred realm of Hyrule, peace was never absolute. Conflict would give into temptation and commit something unconscionable. Which was why Link would keep the Master Sword by his side: to make the unjust surrender from his cogent blade.
Overjoyed to see her travel companion again, Navi right over to Link, startling Epona in the process. She neighed in fright, standing on her hind legs. But Link managed to quell her anxiety with a gentle stroke of his voice.
That didn't stop Navi from hovering around him, still servile towards her wild emotions of happiness and relief. "Oh, Link! You're okay! I was so worried! I thought someone hurt you!"
"Whoa, Navi!" Link said. "Slow down! Don't startle us like that. Especially since I'm riding a horse and all."
Navi slowly hovered over to Link as guilt arrogated her elation. "I'm sorry. It's just…being away from you has been so hard. How could I not think about you?"
Link assented with her sentiments. Life had retrograded into emptiness without her presence. Only his thoughts had kept him company. It wasn't the same without someone there to replete that hollow, empty space with happiness. Instead, an imperious wind spun through that void, letting out a strident whistle.
"I concur," Link said, forming a smile of ardor. "But we're together now. Both perfectly healthy and unharmed. Concern has been devalued of its definition."
Link held out both hands and Navi landed in them. She was encircled in a familiar, comforting warmth. All complex and troubling thoughts eroded from her safe space. Right now, nothing else made her happier.
"You're right," Navi said, content. "I missed you."
"You, too, Navi." He was no longer bereft of companionship anymore. It was good to be with her again. No one else could ever replace her.
"Long time no see," Sora said, as he and the others ran over to him.
"Same to you," Link said, turning to the three. "What brings you back to Hyrule?"
Sora hurried to conjure a laconic response. Hesitation left a door of suspicion ajar. Sora would not break his promise to Zelda. Although he did experience a pang of guilt for being cozen with him. "Well, we were in the area. Saw the big scary moon. That might be a reason."
"I don't blame you," Link said, as his expression turned dire. "An accursed mask is the reason for the moon's unusual state."
"We know," Luigi said. "The mask salesman just filled us in."
Link look at Luigi, puzzled. "He did?" He looked around the vicinity. "Where is he?"
"Let me guess," Sora said, slumping his shoulders in annoyance. "He vanished mysteriously. Gotta give him points for being committed to the creepy act."
Yoshi glanced out towards the hindmost area of Hyrule field. "He no vanish like creeper. Man running away like Luigi would. Over there!"
Everyone turned to see the man sprinting towards the other side of Hyrule, emitting panicked whimpering noises.
"How can he run so fast with that backpack on?" Luigi asked, blinking in bewilderment. He then glared at Yoshi. "And what do you mean 'like Luigi would'!? Other examples are wide and varied, ya know!"
"My friends – we have to stay focused," Link said, with a conflation of sternness and urgency in his voice. "The moon could collide in a trice."
"Right," Luigi said, trying to keep the conversation from perambulating. "That guy said destroying the mask should stop the moon."
"But we haven't the foggiest idea of its whereabouts," Navi said, crestfallen.
Link gainsaid that discouraging truism. "Not necessarily. I ran into the owners of Lon Lon Ranch a few minutes. Said they saw someone head into the marketplace wearing a strange mask."
"Then that's where we're heading," Sora said, inspirited with enthusiasm.
Link couldn't help but grin. "A foe's ambiguity of strength never deters you, does it? You always seek a challenge."
"Yep," Sora said, placing both hands behind his head.
"Then let's make haste!" Link said.
Sora and Link rode on Epona, while Luigi saddled up with Yoshi. They hurried towards the marketplace, hoping to prevent an entire world that teemed with life from becoming nondescript particles in space.
The dilapidated marketplace seemed emptier now that Ganondorf's rein had ended. His minions had vanished. Not even a vestige of their existence lingered. Only the ominous red sky prevented pure darkness from becoming eminent. The harsh wind enjoyed its carefree wanderlust through the streets and alleyways. Signs creaked in aggravation from its joyride.
Other than that, everything else was still – torpor from the paucity of living beings that meandered to each of the various buildings. It seemed even more unnerving. The moon looming over Sora and his friends didn't help matters. Regardless, they stayed together as the four walked deeper into town; diligence was clipped to their eyes like clothespins.
It wasn't until they reached the center of town that something unusual happened. A child let out a sinister, high-pitched chuckle that startled the four. Well, startled three of them, while a certain plumber was encased in restive cement.
"Maybe Yoshi was right," Luigi said, in desperate search for feeling in his legs. "That salesman does run like me. Why don't you guys watch me demonstrate so we can compare and contrast!?"
"Aw, don't leave." The voice belonged to the child. It echoed through the area, as if all around them. "Stay awhile. After all, you're my new friends. Can't enjoy the end of the world by myself."
"F-Friends?" Luigi asked, shivering in fear. "That's a contractual agreement between two people. And I don't recall consenting!"
Suddenly, the source of the voice made his presence know, descending from above until in their line of sight; although he continued hovering in the air, 'sitting' in a relaxed position with both his arms and legs crossed. He was a young boy (somewhat younger than Sora); his outfit was old and tattered.
The child wore an orange tunic (the only fabric of clothing in adequate condition). His wrinkled, brown hands were covered by light green, fingerless gloves. This also applied to the light green shorts he donned. Both, along with the green collar, seemed to have been handmade from nature. On his head he wore an orange straw hat, with long rims that circled around it.
Concealing his physiognomy was Majora's Mask. The group gazed into those cold, immobile eyes – two orbs that served as a catalyst for thoughts of chaos and destruction.
"But I promise to make it quick," the boy said. "Friends shouldn't have to prolong each other's suffering."
Sora summoned the Keyblade to his hand; having a predilection for nervousness, sweat leaped out from the glands on his forehead. Whoever was wearing the mask must've been the one that saw it in lake. Curiosity – or perhaps the mask itself – cajoled the victim that placed it on their face. Unlike Sora, the child submitted to the sordid commands of the cursed artifact.
He was just like Riku now – a being bereft of a soul, tugged along by the strings of his master. If an aberration was scribbled on the script of his life, Sora would've been behind that mask right now. He would've been the one to put his friends through a gamut of misery. A small, shaken exhale escaped his mouth. Sora rested a hand on his chest, having an axiom over how he resisted the mask's curse.
"Who wearing mask?" Yoshi asked.
Link appeared appalled as he stared at the mysterious boy. No one should ever have their free will be used by others for utilitarian reasons. "He's known as a Skull Kid."
"Poor thing," Navi said, sympathetic. "How could anyone think it's okay to possess a child? That mask is truly living up to its reputation."
"Do I even want to know what a Skull Kid is?" Luigi asked.
"A child who has become a wanderer of a place called the Lost Woods," Link said. "A restless spirit, you could say."
Luigi grabbed Link by the shirt collar, panicked. "Hey, at what point did I ask you to explain it to me!?" He rubbed his forehead. "Now I'VE grown more restless."
"Talk, talk, talk," Skull Kid said, in an irked tone. "Ignore kids just like me. Well, I'm tired of being ignored! If no one's going to listen, then the moon will step in to advocate for me!"
Skull Kid lifted his arms into the air and unleashed a powerful shriek that echoed throughout the marketplace. Everyone covered their ears as the noise mangled silence into a painful cacophony. Another earthquake ensued. The moon was yanked forward from the earth-shattering cry like a hapless fish on a hook. Collision was imminent.
The group gave each other tacit expressions. There was only one way to circumvent their demise. And they had to take advantage of what little time had been stinted. Without another word, Link drew his hookshot and launched the tip right at the mask. Skull Kid leaned his torso right, grabbed the chain, pulled Link towards him, and delivered a fierce kick to the stomach.
As Link crashed into the ground, he scurried to his feet, inuring the sudden, rattling pain from impact. He took gainsay to anything stopping him from destroying his home – not even a cursed mask would debase his shimmering courage. Link had fought so hard to purge Ganondorf's wicked soil from his home. He wouldn't let it all be for naught.
Luigi tried to make Skull Kid form a kindship with the pavement by using Gravity. But the playful imp vanished, reappearing right in front of Luigi's face, startling him for a moment. However, Luigi was quick to recover, and swung his hammer at the child. As if being yanked from rope, Skull Kid hovered backwards to avoid being hit. Sora jumped high over Luigi, preparing a downward strike.
Once again, the child gave his repeated performances of disappearing from sight. This time, he materialized behind Yoshi. Sensing an unruly presence stroking on his scales like flat keys, Yoshi spun around to attack. His shield combed through the nonexistent weight of air. The dinosaur's eyes raised like curtains, displaying the opening act of bewilderment. He scanned the vicinity for any traces of the child.
Unbeknownst to the dinosaur, Skull Kid was following from behind like a colorful, humanoid shadow. Whenever Yoshi turned around, the child would mirror the same movement. Then, the kid placed his wrinkled fingers over Yoshi's eyes.
"Guess who?" Skull Kid asked in a playful tone.
"An annoying kid that about to make good footbag for Yoshi's game of hacky sack!?"
Skull Kid laughed in a mocking tone. "I don't know what a 'hacky sack' is, but I think you'd enjoy my game more. It's a simple game of catch, and your target is right above us.
Yoshi turned around, only to miss Skull Kid again. This time, he appeared in front of Sora, throwing a punch at him. The boy raised his arm to block the attack. Grabbing the hilt of the Keyblade with both hands, Sora tried countering with a downward slash. Skull Kid took a giant leap to his right, stopped in midair, and flew back towards Sora with a kick. Sora placed the Keyblade at a horizon angle – he pressed his left hand against the back of the blade, catching Skull Kid's foot.
Sora pushed upward, knocking the child into the air; he spun around laughing in glee, enjoying every moment of their struggle; because it will be satisfying to watch what little vestige of hope they have left fall like colorless, deceased leaves. Upon regaining balance, Skull Kid saw Link throw his boomerang at him; he caught the weapon using dark, telekinetic-like powers, and redirected the boomerang towards Sora.
Yoshi leaped in at the last moment and deflected the weapon with his shield. Link gave Yoshi an approving smile; the dinosaur had become quite skilled with the hero's previous weapon. There was no doubt Yoshi had great potential to be a formidable threat against adversity. But there was no time for a litany of praise; the town started to tremble as the moon inched itself closer to them.
Link felt a pulse ram against his neck like an anxious Ovis. Time's flames have devolved into faint embers, struggling to hold onto that last spec of light from dying. He wouldn't let Hyrule be destroyed. And it wasn't just because he espoused to instinct's desire of survival: Princess Zelda would never see her home again. Everyone she loved and cherished would be gone, concealed within an unreachable realm.
Grief would become an unwanted companion, whispering reminders of failure into her ears.
Link gritted his teeth, not letting determination falter. Peace would be maintained, even if he had to sacrifice his own life in the process. Sora and his friends could see the steadfast expression on Link's face. He inspired them to never surrender, either, despite hefting the odds on their shoulders. The group ran right towards Skull Kid, preparing to strike.
"Boy, are you guys dense," Skull Kid said, laughing. "You honestly believe you can stop me. Well, quit believing, cause it's making your inevitable demises less fun. Oh, I know! Watching the blood rush to your heads will improve my mood!"
With a snap of his finger, Skull Kid placed a spell on the area, turning everything upside down. Everyone fell over from the sudden inconstant in the plain of existence. Buildings hung overhead like stalactites; the sky now appeared as a translucent, black pavement. Although they could see a rocky hill start to form because of the moon's presence.
The group stood back up, knowing they had to be adroit within this new, disorienting setting. Any thoughts of them falling into the sky had to be abolished with a rational wrecking ball. Illusions are a dilatory, not harmful. It was just a matter of peering behind the curtain to see the special effects.
Skull Kid pointed and laughed at them for their looks of confusion. They ran right for him, but he disappeared, reappearing behind them; he spun around the four, adding dizziness to the concoction of disarray. They toppled over as an overwhelming sensation orbited around their heads. Skull Kid continued mocking the four's inability to stabilize.
Luigi groaned in aggravation. "Honestly, I'd take a whole ASMR session featuring Ganondorf's greatest maniacal laughs right about now."
Link shot Luigi a quick, perplexed glance, but then immediately snapped back to their current predicament. He and the others stood up again, undeterred. Skull Kid expressed an exasperated sigh from their tenacity. Nothing seemed to stop them. And if they put an end to the fun, he'd be forced back into an isolated slum.
He didn't want to experience that feeling of emptiness again.
"Why don't you give up already?" Skull Kid asked. "You can't even pull yourselves together, let alone fight."
"Not happening," Sora said, as he pulled out a summon stone. "Sometimes the best way to fight confusion is with more confusion!"
Luigi blinked, expressionless. "I'm not sure that made any sense, but I guess having something is better than twiddling our thumbs."
Sora summoned Riki to the battlefield. He leaped out from a ball of light with an exuberant battle cry, "Nyapakapow!" After landing on the 'ground," the fluffy little creature looked around with curiosity. "Sidekicks! It seems you have found yourselves in a strange predicament. Do not wallow in your own insecurities! Nothing is too strange for the mighty Heropon!"
"Who…er…what is that?" Link asked, taken aback.
"A new friend that has us face sanity right in the eye and make it weep," Luigi said, with slumped shoulder. "But Sora ain't lying about his confusing methods of attack."
"Roly-Poly keep on roliiiiing!" Riki said, waving his staff.
Before Skull Kid could utter even a monosyllable, he plummeted straight onto the ground with the speed of an anvil. The world returned to normal. Everyone shook their heads to regain equilibrium.
"Hey!" Skull Kid said, sitting up, enraged. "No fair! Only I'm allowed to cause mayhem here!"
He noticed that Riki had vanished from sight. Skull Kid didn't get a chance to ponder his whereabouts, though: his right was ear soon infiltrated by an alarming, zealous voice: "Riki sneaky!"
Riki bludgeon the child over the head with his staff. Skull raised both arms above his head to protect himself from the repeated strikes.
"Riki very fair, scarecrow boy!" Riki said, chortling. "Heropon a title of honor. See how Riki honorably snuck up on you?"
Riki continued his assault, which only angered the child further. In this moment, he felt trapped, unable to do anything. Uselessness pounded on the door of his mind, shouting familiar harangues. No. He didn't want his new found space to be violated by self-doubt again. It hurt him in the past. He was a new person now – one that would always be in the company of others.
Even if his methods to be with them were beyond untoward.
Livid, Skull Kid unleashed a powerful wave of darkness that knocked Riki backwards. The creature crashed into the ground; immense pain scraped across his skin with the intensity of a knife. The group hurried over to check on Riki, who managed to stand up, albeit with great effort.
"You okay, Riki?" Sora asked.
Riki started to become transparent. His time came to end, as if scissors cut the rope of his stamina. "Heropon did the heavy lifting. Sidekicks should have no problem finishing him off now."
"Yes," Sora said with a warm smile. "You've been a tremendous help. Rest easy."
As Riki vanished, the group went on the offense. Yoshi tried to grab the mask with his tongue, but Skull kid flew above it. But Yoshi's method was a ruse, as Link used a leftover light arrow to pierce the mask. Skull Kid dodged it at the last moment. Upon hitting a nearby wall, the arrow exploded in an intense, yellow light that blinded the child for a moment.
Sora took the opportunity and tackled him straight to the ground. He tried reaching for the mask, but Skull Kid grabbed Sora's arms, holding him in place. Both couldn't an overpower the other – together they were an immovable stone. Until Skull Kid used dark energy to knock Sora off him. The boy landed on his feet, regaining balance.
"Stop it!" Skull Kid said. Anger and desperation stung his throat, deflating the joy that once drifted in there. "You're going to ruin everything!"
Skull Kid flew straight at Sora, delivering a fierce punch. Sora leaned his head back to avoid it. The kid punched a hand into his fist, and tried elbowing Sora; he was quick to bring the Keyblade up at a diagonal angle. Skull Kid's frustration was growing more rampant; Sora and his friend's determination seemed implacable. They wouldn't rest until the threat had lost its phosphorescent glow.
Skull Kid next tried a swinging kick, but Sora rotated backwards to avoid it. After facing the kid again, Sora saw him clinch his fist; it was coated in dark purple energy. Skull Kid prepared to deliver the punch; Sora swung the Keyblade inward the catch the strike. Once again, the two were locked in their position.
Sora winced and gritted his teeth as every muscle trembled like blades of grass during a violent wind storm. But he was going to overcome it, pushing the pendulum of conflict away in his favor.
"Ruin everything!?" Sora asked, appalled. "What, watching us all burn is taking the shine out of your day!? Get real!"
"You don't understand!" Skull Kid said. For the first time, cracks formed on the outer shell of his voice; a soft, dejected tone peeked through them. "You'll leave me if you win. Then, things will go back to the way they were. But, here, even though the moon will crush us, my last memories will be of playing with someone."
Sora's expression started to relax as his conscience became attentive. "Wh-What do you mean? This really is a game to you?"
"Y-Yes," Skull Kid said; his voice grew softer and sadder, as each layer of anger was peeled away, revealing a vulnerable heart. "No cares for me. All they do is runaway. You'll do the same thing."
A tear managed to stream down his face. In that moment, Skull Kid's true self spoke out from the domineering concourse of ruthless commands that surrounded him. And the voice was threadbare, unable to tolerate the abuse much longer. Nor live with the miserable conditions of his life.
"Please…end me…." Skull Kid said, as the intonation of his voice plummeted into a dejected ravine. "…it's too strong. I'm nothing…but a burden."
Was Skull Kid's words genuine, or were they a means to let Sora drop his guard? They sounded real, entreating to Sora's heart for understanding. Suddenly, the eyes on the masks began glowing, and then brightened to the point of blinding Sora's vision. His mind and Skull Kid's were united as one. Thoughts and feelings were shared.
Sora gained a sense of clarity.
I wake up. There's no memory of who I was. Yet, I feel like I belong. Trees hover over me, swaying in the wind, as if waving hello. Their gentle sounds provide me comfort. I feel at home. Although my form is unusual. My skin is wrinkled, like that of a bark. Have I become a tree myself? No. Aside from their leaves, they don't move. Don't speak a word.
Alone. I'm alone in this world. It doesn't feel right. Like a part of me is missing. This forest is huge. How can I explore it by myself? There must be someone for me. I just know it. Time to wander.
I search. Sill more silent trees. Only the wind speaks up. But its sounds mean nothing. I want to talk to someone. Laugh with someone. Loneliness makes me feel heavy. So unpleasant. Look, there is someone like me! I try to say hello. They ignore me. Try again. They vanish into a place that I cannot see.
Why? Were they just not in the mood? Found someone else. Again, they don't answer. Instead, they give me a disgusted look. Am I different from them? Is he glancing into an imperfect mirror? Again, he leaves. The weight grows. I see children that are different from the others. Their skin smooth as the cloudless sky. Not a wrinkle in sight. They are fascinating. Yet they run when I walk towards them. Fear shines on them brighter than the sun.
Alone again. Only my thoughts talk to me. But they bully me, putting me down. Maybe I'm meant to not have friends and experience joy. To feel my belly become warm from a tickling sensation, releasing it into the air as laughter. But right now, I'm cold. I sit under a tree, away from the sun; its golden rays touch the colorful flowers, lifting them up, as if happy by its presence.
Wish I could be like them. I rest my head on my knees. Water starts leaking from my eyes; sadness is spilling onto the ground. Every part of me is empty, just like the trees. Nothing to give. Nothing to receive. Perhaps I will wither away like an old tree: alone. No one there to ease me into a state of eternal rest.
All I'll ever known is being unhappy.
Wait. A voice. It calls to me. I look to the right. A mask of some type. Its yellow eyes stare at me with the intensity of the sun, unblinking. Masks don't talk. But this one does. Yet it has no mouth. The words in my head aren't my own. It is speaking to me. Wants to be my friend. I feel my stomach being tickled. Such a wonderful sensation. Never thought I'd experience it. My chest pounding with excitement. I love it. I want to keep it forever.
But he has a favor for me. Says an important part of friendship is being there for one another. I agree to help it. I'll show this mask that I can be a good friend. There's no way I'm going to ruin my one and only chance to have someone in my life. I place the mask on my face.
We are forever bound as one…my thoughts….are fading….
Sympathy cast a light cloud over Sora's head. Everything made sense now. While he was fortunate enough to grow up with friends, Sora understood how isolation left you with depression – an ailment of the mind. He had imbibed such unpleasant sensations from his first visits to Traverse Town and Hollow Bastion. It was a time in his life where things were hopeless. Every positive emotion was dissembled, leaving him an incipient structure – derelict, ignored by society. He was less of a person.
Which was tantamount to how Skull Kid felt. No one deserved to sink into a dispirited trench.
"I won't," Sora said with a sincere expression. "You're wrong. You do matter. Every person matters. Fight the mask!"
Sora's friends hurried over to help, but Link placed his arm out, stopping their advancement. Link saw Sora had resorted to a much stronger weapon: compassion.
"I'm too weak," Skull Kid said, in a soft, defeated tone.
"Says who?" Sora asked, in a loud, encouraging tone. "Yourself? Don't listen to that yacking in your head. You're stronger than you think. Bounce back. I believe in you!"
Skull Kid was stunned by Sora's words. So overwhelming with positivity. Unlike the mask, it was genuine, released deep from within Sora's diaphragm, like smoke bursting out of a powerful locomotive's funnel. Salubrious air flew into Skull Kid's chest, filling it with this sudden sensation of inspiration.
He did matter to someone. Ending his lonely existence would end up hurting someone. That wouldn't be his last memory. After the two leaped away from each other, Skull Kid closed his eyes from behind the mask. He clinched both of his fists together. A malicious voice was trying to fight against his impulses. It was like a powerful currant pushed against them. But he continued swimming against the waves.
His hands trembled as he gripped each side of the mask. Unearthing a seed of will power, he began pulling off the mask. It wasn't easy; the voice continued upbraiding him at every step. But Sora's inspiring words cleansed the dross from his self-esteem. With all his might, he removed the mask. Adrenaline traveled through his veins with the incredible speed of a cheetah. He tossed the mask afield, landing halfway across the marketplace.
It landed face up on the pavement, starting up at the moon in silence. Skull Kid's lineament was revealed: two red eyes and a beak – an unnatural form that purport its existence as mundane. Everything was calm. The moon halted its pilgrimage towards destruction. Skull Kid glanced around the area.
The voices were gone.
Emotions had gained the recourse of immense relief, and Skull Kid soon collapsed onto the ground, fainting. Everyone hurried over to check on the forsaken child of the forest. Navi flew close to Skull Kid's face, hearing the faint sound of breathing, and turned to the others, confirming his status amongst the living.
"What happened?" Luigi asked Sora, perplexed. "What did you do?"
Sora grinned. "All he needed was a little motivation. It helped him fight against the mask's power."
Link placed a strong hand on Sora's shoulder; he managed to say a hundred words to Sora through an approving smile. The Keyblade master exhibited the signs of a true hero. Sora felt that acknowledgement raise his spirits onto a plateau of importance. It was an honor to receive such acclaim from a legendary hero. Sora looked up to Link for everything he had accomplished in life.
But now, they stood as equals, sharing the bridge of heroism's ship. Although Sora knew this may be their last adventure together, the pride would never be effaced.
"Poor thing," Navi said, hovering over Skull Kid, showing sympathy. "Being under that mask's control must've been overwhelming for him."
"We'll worry about him later," Luigi said, in an anxious tone. Finality remained reticent, hiding within a crowd of reprieve. It wasn't over yet. "Let's turn that mask into firewood before it goes after someone else."
A voice responded to Luigi; it lacked both male and female traits, speaking in a high-pitched tone. A small echo trailed close behind the voice. "I don't need anyone else."
"We weren't asking for your opinion." Luigi's expression went blank upon realizing the response. "What."
Everyone spun around to see the mask floating into air, being pulled upward by invisible strings of malice. Its yellow eyes let out an intimidating glow, causing the surrounding shadows to retreat in fear.
"That worthless puppet was a means to an end," the mask said. Its form started growing double in size, startling everyone. "I no longer require a vessel. My power has grown far beyond mere mortals."
Long, light red tendrils grew out from the mask's backside, taking on the appearance of hair. Dark energy pulsated around its form like an excited heartbeat.
"Such energy," Link said, as the core of his stalwart being rattled. "It's so strong that it's leaving a repugnant taste in my mouth."
"N-No," Luigi said, once again stricken with fear. "You just need to brush your tongue more often."
"What are you!?" Sora asked, as he pushed against a sudden, strong air current from the mask. "Why are you doing this!?"
"Because your suffering satiates my desires," the mask said. "Nothing motivates me more. Completely havoc esprits me. And as long as life continues its generous donation of breath, I will be there to listen to its gasps of terror."
"Afraid your breath will be silenced!" Link said, regaining his resolve. "None of us will be instrumental towards your sordid desires. I stand against everything you seek to harm!"
The mask responded with a high pitched, shrieking laugh. "Ignorant ramblings from a make-believe hero. Not even the sacred blade of the gods can smite me." It noticed Sora, and turned to face him. "I remember you. With your strength, you would've made an invaluable puppet. Oh well. Least I was able to see your memories. So many worlds reside beyond this kingdom. I can extend my reign to them all. The possibilities are endless."
Sora could feel a sudden paroxysm of concern rap against his neck. This was no longer a battle for the fate of one world. Putting on the mask allowed it to open a safe within his mind; it contained a roadmap to the stars. Regret and guilt started to alight within his heart, but he obviated its permanent stay. Lamenting would do nothing for him. If you created a problem, then only you could solve it. And that's what Sora planned to do.
"Shame that's the only glance you'll get of them," Sora said, getting into his battle stance, gripping the Keyblade with both hands. The others followed his example. "Because you're not even gonna leave this place intact!"
The mask was taken aback by the courage radiating from Sora's body. No one had ever stood before it while donning a chainmail of temerity. Hearing this platitude angered the mask. It would not be insulted – the entity viewed itself as a god that redoubted all in its path. These meddlers would soon learn the same lesson of submission.
"It'd like to see you try!" the mask said, enraged.
It launched yellow beams from both eyes. The target: Sora. Link hurried in front of him, deflecting the blast with his shield. He retaliated by firing an arrow imbued with Zelda's light magic. The mask turned to its side, avoiding the attack. Luigi prepared to strike next. The mask spun around, swinging its tendrils in low, and tripped him in the process. It then stared spinning around like a buzzsaw, and flew straight for Luigi.
Yoshi leaped in front of him, placed his shield overhead, and caught the strike. The mask flew back, firing another round of yellow beams. Yoshi grabbed Luigi, leaping away to avoid the blast. Spinning around, the mask saw Sora running straight for it. Their persistence was grating on its nerves. If they continued to exist, its temperament would turn into sand, cutting loose with explosive anger.
The mask rotated around until it was at a horizontal angle. It then spun straight for Sora. The boy thrusted the Keyblade upward – with the tip facing the sky – and blocked the strike. As Majora flew back into the air, Sora went on the offense by throwing his Keyblade at it. The mask knocked the blade away with its tendrils. It then tried countering by hovering over the boy, bringing the tendrils straight down on him.
Sora leaped back just in time from being crushed. But the Mask exhibited incredible speed, swinging the tendrils straight into Sora's side, knocking him onto the ground. Pain ran rampant through him. He winced as he struggled in scrambling to his feet. But the mask pursued him, showing no mercy. Before it could strike, the mask was hit by Link's boomerang.
The mask spun around to face Link, with a perversion of anger silencing any sense of enjoyment it had in this fight. No one had ever defied enjoyment before. Most would grovel without biting back. The bolts of its pride were starting to loosen. It didn't want to lose that feeling of superiority. Once again, the mask spun around at a vertical angle. It chased Link towards a nearby building. When he was close, Link ran a few steps up the building, leaped off of it, and allowed the mask to crash into the wall.
Link infused his arrows with a light blue aura. He fired one of them, which froze the mask in an icy prison upon contact. Link took a golden gauntlet and placed it over his left hand. He instructed Luigi to send the mask airborne. Complying, Luigi clenched his first, building up energy, and released a fire uppercut, knocking the mask into the sky.
Link launched his hookshot; the tip pierced through the mask like a tooth to bread. Grabbing the hookshot's chain with his left hand, Link pulled the mask right towards him. This allowed Sora to leap at it, delivering a powerful slash. The mask screeched in agony as it crashed into a wall. It then landed on the ground, face first, examining every crevasse in the pavement.
Sora and his friends regrouped, remaining on edge; instinct impelled them to keep their guard from faltering. An entity with such unfathomable power would not succumb to defeat so easily. And that prophecy came to pass as the mask was engulfed in a cylinder of dark, purple energy. It stood back up, hovering into the air again. Hot pressure dispersed from the cylinder, brushing against the group's faces, receiving a smattering of the mask's rage.
Thin, dark brown arms and legs grew out of the mask. Purple stripes were printed on them like a zebra. Its face had become the torso. The mask landed on its newly formed feet, standing taller than the four. A lone eyeball appeared at the top of the mask's head. It began stretching both legs out, as if preparing for a brisk jog. This left the group confused by its strange behavior (Luigi even more terrified than before; anything unusual would force fear to raise the hairs like yeast).
In the blink of an eye, the mask ran right past the four, letting out a maniacal giggle. A trail of purple afterimages followed close behind it. Sora spun around to see the mask launch a ball of energy. The boy was quick to counter with a Fire spell, which cause a miniature explosion. But there was no time for anyone to catch their breath. It once again moved at incredible speeds, appearing to the side of everyone. The mask delivered a fierce kick to Yoshi, knocking him into Luigi.
Link lunged straight at the mask with a powerful strike. Once again, the mask dashed away, running straight behind him, throwing a punch. He was quick to block it with his shield. Link went on the offense with a thrust. The mask smacked the sword away from making contact. It then kicked Link straight in the stomach, knocking him backwards, straight onto the ground.
Sora raised the Keyblade into the air. "Thunder!"
The mask hopped left to avoid the spell. Sora tried Gravity next, but the mask stopped and leaped backwards. It jumped high in the air, forming a fist, preparing to deliver a downward punch on the boy. Sora hopped left to avoid the attack. The mask raised an elbow, bringing it down on Sora. He brought the Keyblade up at a diagonal to catch it. Sora tried delivering a sweep kick, but the mask jumped backwards. After landing, it countered with another ball of energy.
Sora unleashed his spiral attack. A few of the blasts destroyed the energy ball. The mask stepped left to dodge a few, and let some more chase it throughout the marketplace. It hopped onto a wall, dodging some of them. As the mask landed, it continued running away as a few more energy strains continued the pursuit. It turned around to face the last strains of energy, ducking under them, and deflecting the last one with a swing of the arm.
The mask performed a squat dancing, laughing like a giddy child, mocking the four for their failed efforts. Sora gritted his teeth in aggravation. It was bad enough he couldn't land hit. Hearing that inane cackling patter like heavy rain against his skull gave him a headache. But he had to keep his composure amidst this disharmonious carousel. Not when Hyrule wasn't the only world at stake.
Sora wouldn't let anyone stand in his way of fulfilling his promise to Kairi. He felt the charm resting against his hip. It kept reminding Sora of why he continued standing when others wanted to see him fall.
"Unbelievable," Yoshi said, in awe of the mask's movements. "Mask must have own pie room like in Chrom's castle. No wonder it on a sugar high. Lucky son of an evil soul." He paused upon realizing what he said. "Wait. Do mask even consume sugar?"
Luigi groaned, as he ended up underneath the backside of the dinosaur. "Ugh, why do you choose sitting on top of me as the time to give your frivolous conspiracy theories?"
Link hurried over to Sora, bow and arrow drawn. His plan was to keep the mask distracted while Sora exposed an opening. Link continued firing arrow after arrow, forcing the mask to dodge. Sora knew what had to be done. At the right moment, Sora slammed the Keyblade into the ground, creating an oblate patch of ice. The mask slipped on the ice, falling onto its backside.
Still wearing the golden gauntlet, Link grabbed the mask by the arm and tossed it across the area. It crashed right into a wall. Yoshi curled into egg and Sora kicked him straight into the mask's 'chest,' causing it to screech in dismay. But the mask fought through the pain, grabbed the egg, leaped into the air, and slammed it straight at the others. Everyone scattered as Yoshi crashed into the ground.
Yoshi emerged from the cracked egg, battered and bruised from the damage. Luigi hurried over to use a Cure spell. Sora glared straight at the mask. Silent fury sizzled within Sora's chest. Any second it would burst into flames of indignation. No one harmed his friends. Especially Yoshi. The mask ran straight for Sora again. He found a weakness. Not only would he match the mask's speed, but his short size gave him an advance.
Sora unleashed his charging attack, thrusting straight at the mask's lower legs. The mask couldn't strike with its arms fast enough. It was too tall. All it could do was wail in pain as Sora dashed back and forth, striking each leg. Finally, he delivered an uppercut with the Keyblade, knocking the mask into the air. Moments later, it fell onto the ground. Link tossed three bombs right at the mask, which landed on its 'chest,' causing a massive explosion.
Everyone braced themselves from the impact. The group's ears rang as the earthshattering noise spiraled through their canals. Silence soon interjected within the boisterous commotion. But smoke and debris remained, keeping the mask's fate hidden behind its veil. Everyone took a moment to catch their breath (Yoshi was healed thanks to Luigi. Although that didn't stop Sora from asking if he was fine).
Quietude continued its calming monologue. There was no movement within the smoke. Perhaps their efforts had been enough to let tranquility's coming aura glide throughout Hyrule. But they weren't blessed with even an infinitesimal amount of its presence. The mask leaped out from the smoke, starting to tremble as anger rattled within its system. It had the powers of a god, and would not suffer an ignominious defeat.
The mask started convulsing, releasing a tumultuous screech throughout the area. Even the far away denizens of Hyrule would be startled by its frightening cry. A pulsating noise was emitted from the mask's being. Its arms and legs started growing in size, becoming akin to actual human appendages.
A demon-like head emerged from the top of the mask. It had a gaping maw, displaying sharp teeth. The eye sockets were nothing more than spiral markings. Although it still retained the singular eye; it was secured on top of the forehead, wide, unblinking, staring down the four with unequivocal malice. Four horns protruded from the back of its head.
The true form of Majora had been unveiled. History had never delineated such a monstrous entity. Because those that have laid eyes upon it would never see a peaceful epilogue to their lives.
The creature extended its arm, summoning long whips that were double the mask's size. They were the same color as its unnatural, flesh-like skin, akin to tentacles.
"Am I sick in the head for missing the mask as it was?" Luigi said, feeling like his heart was ricocheting off his ribcage like a bullet, in extreme fear. "Would've looked nice on a wall in a museum for the criminally insane."
After letting out another shriek, the mask swung one of its whips sideways. Everyone ducked underneath the attack at the last second. It then swung one of the whips downward, at Yoshi, who caught the attack with his shield. The mask continued pushing down on him; Yoshi could not fight against it. He felt his legs tremble like string from the great weight.
Sora hurried over, swung the Keyblade upward, and knocked the whip away from the dinosaur. The mask swung the other whip at Sora, which wrapped around his body, squeezing him like a snake with an insatiable appetite. It then thew Sora across the vicinity; he fell chest first onto the pavement. His body trembled from the impact.
Link ran over to deliver an upward, diagonal swing. But the mask slammed both whips onto the ground, pushing itself high into the air, and landing right in front of Sora. Despite its size, the mask had the agile prowess of a small primate. The mask raised one of its whips. Luigi used Thunder to paralyze the mask's raised arm for a moment.
Sora clasped opportunity between the fingers and rolled away, just as the mask regained movement. Sora fire a beam of energy from the Keyblade. Only for the mask to brace itself to catch the attack, and then swung both arms outward, deflecting it. This moment gave Sora the chance to stand up and go on the offense. The mask pulled its whip back, preparing to strike again. And when it did, Sora hopped to the left, and jumped onto the whip. He ran up it, preparing an attack.
But he wouldn't get that far. The eye on the mask's forehead was consumed in a green light. Instinct pinched against Sora's neck. He stopped, holding the Keyblade up to his face at a horizontal angle. The eye fired a green energy beam, hitting the Keyblade, causing a miniature explosion that knocked Sora back a fair distance. He landed on his back, feeling the sudden aches and pains from the blast scatter throughout his body like broken glass. Laughing in delight, the mask started spinning around, swinging both whips at the other three. They leapt away to avoid being caught in a tornado of continuous agony.
As it stopped spinning, the mask swung one of its whips in low, tripping Luigi in the process. It then wrapped the other whip around Luigi's leg. He spun around, facing the pavement, in a desperate attempt to grab onto anything. But the surface would not contribute a tiny crack. He was helpless as the mask reeled him in like a hapless fish. Upon picking him up, the mask kicked Luigi in the stomach, sending him crashing into a wall.
Yoshi's attempts were not much better. The dinosaur ran right for the mask, preparing to attack. But the mask reversed the polarity of offense, by firing a laser from the eye on its forehead. Yoshi caught the energy with his shield. After a few moments of struggling, Yoshi slid to the left and threw his shield at the mask head. It ducked under just in time.
Yoshi leaped at the mask, preparing a headbutt. But the mask was quick to brace itself, blocking the attack. Although the force from Yoshi's strong head pushed it back a fair distance. The mask swung its whip at Yoshi, who stepped left to avoid the hit. But the dinosaur was myopic to the mask's next move. The mask pulled the whip towards itself, letting the tip curve inward. It pushed against Yoshi's back, forcing him forward, right into a powerful kick from the mask's foot.
Like Sora and Luigi, he flew back and landed on the ground. Link ran up the mask, unleashing a diagonal, upward slash, but the mask hopped backwards. It then countered by firing an energy ball from the lone eyeball. Link knocked the blast back with his blade, sending it straight towards the mask. But it leaped high into the air, preventing itself from being on the receiving end.
The mask flipped over Link, swinging its whip at him in the process. Link raised his shield to block the strike. After landing, it tried tripping Link with a low sweep from the whip. He leaped into the air, dodging it. With his blade held high, he tried bringing it straight down on the mask. But it caught the Master Sword with the opposite whip at the last second. Using all of its strength, the mask knocked Link straight onto the ground. He didn't have a chance to retaliate, as the mask rushed over, knocking the Master Sword – a symbol of all that is holy and righteous – out of his hand.
The mask wrapped the whips around Link, and pulled him right towards its demonic face. Link could feel the mask's malevolent presence brush across his skin like a predator, having pinned down its prey. No matter what he did, Link could break the mask's grip. It started squeezing against his bones; they trembled, fighting to avoid becoming the consistency of sand.
Link had never felt so powerless. He had wagered his entirely livelihood on a chance for peace. For his loved ones to live in a world where fear and suffering wouldn't stalk them right outside their window. He made it possible. But now it was being ripped away from him, and he couldn't stop it.
Just like how he couldn't save Zelda.
The mask let out a taunting laugh. "This is the Hero of Time I've heard so much about? It's true that talk is nothing more than empty claims. How Ganondorf was bested by you is beyond my comprehension. If you're such a hero, where is Hyrule's princess? Isn't she supposed to inspire hope? Maybe she realized there was never hope to begin with."
Link closed his eyes. It couldn't be true. He refused to believe she had given up on him. Even as a child, her faith was never bedimmed in doubt. She saw a brave young man that would sacrifice everything to keep the ones he cherished safe. Growing up, Link was alone – a child who grew up in the forest without friends. They saw him as an outsider that didn't belong.
But one person always stood by him, though. Her name was Saria. She peered through his shell to see a kind and courageous person. Then, Navi became his friend, and guided him on his quest to stop Ganondorf. Along the way, he met a plethora of new friends. They filled him with this warm, uplifting feeling that soothed his chest. He never wanted to lose it. And when no one else answered Zelda's call to action against Ganondorf, he volunteered without a second thought.
Zelda could see the determination and drive emanate from him like the northern lights. He was a strong, unbreakable pillar that kept Hyrule's fate from toppling over. There was no one else she trusted. Now as an adult, during their last moments together, her warm smile never dropped. She was there in his mind, staring at him with those shining blue, optimistic eyes.
Every feeling of worry evaporated in front of him. She reminded him of why he protected Hyrule: so that he could reunite with those loved ones and enjoy life together. Zelda grabbed his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. It felt warm. Comforting even. Like a mother's touch, reassuring you of your fortitude. It started growing stronger. This feeling was real.
Link opened his eyes. A light started glowing in his hand – the same one that housed the Triforce of Courage. Was it helping him? Either way, the light continued getting stronger, engulfing Link's vision.
"What trickery is this!?" the masked asked, in sudden shock.
The light was soon blinding. Link covered his eyes. The ethereal power of the Triforce covered a lethal quilt over the mask, causing it to scream in agony. Smoke emerged from the mask's skin. It was burning from the unrivaled power of Hyrule's gods. The mask released the whips, which dropped Link onto the ground in the process.
Majora hugged itself, trying to lessen the intense burning pain that squirmed throughout its body like fire ants. Sora's group opened their eyes from the light. With effort, they managed to stand up, witnessing the mask writhing as the light started fading. The mask's screeches sent waves of agony throughout the sound barrier.
Link glanced down the back of his hand. Indeed, the Triforce symbol had appeared. One of the triangles was filled with a golden glow. Another one just had an outline. But the last one he noticed was somewhat filled in, translucent. Link wasn't sure what it meant, but a theory came to mind: Zelda was out there, somewhere, showing her support. And that was all the incentive he needed to keep fighting.
Link grabbed the Master Sword, ran straight at the mask, and slashed right across the leg. It kneeled over, clutching the leg from the pain. But Link wouldn't let the mask inure with a fragment of relief. He slashed right across the chest, continuing his onslaught. The mask screamed again.
Sora and his friends were given their cue to attack. Yoshi ran over and slammed both his feet down on the mask's. He jumped straight up, ramming his head into the mask's chin. Luigi leaped in from behind the mask, slamming it in the back with a power hammer strike. Upon stumbling forward, Sora leaped it, delivering a string of air combos; he placed an embellishment on top of his lethal concoction with a spiral blast.
The mask was in unbearable anguish. It leaned over, in utter disbelief that it was being overpowered by mortals – all of whom weren't even in the prime of their lives yet. It remained paralyzed, having spasmodic convolutions. This was the group's chance to let Hyrule once again breathe a sigh of relief.
"Sora!" Link said.
Sora turned to see Link holding out the Master Sword for him.
"I'm returning the favor," Link said, smiling. "Let us finally leave this era of darkness behind forever."
With a nod, Sora grabbed the Master Sword's hilt. He pressed both blades together. Once again, the elements of light and righteousness formed a bond that was unrivaled. Both blades were coated in a beautiful, golden light that awakened the dark world from its time of brooding. Sora ran straight at the mask, and thrusted both blades right into its chest. It screeched in agony one last time as light started swelling from within its body.
Soon, the light exploded, consuming both the mask and Sora. Majora's screeches echoed throughout the world one last time before passing into an inescapable realm of silence.
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