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Mr. Lexxi Aileron · #9 [ ] 01-14-2006, 10:47 AM

Arriving on the "moon" in Majora's Mask...

Rated "E," appropriately.

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For the Love of Holy Farore...
By LionHarted

“TATL!” the voice of my brother echoed as I plummeted upward into the void. I didn’t get a chance to respond—in the blink of an eye, the overturned face of the Clock Tower vanished, replaced by an endless oblivion, unseen forces tugging me in every direction. Streams of light rushed past me—or was I rushing past them? All the principles of time and space seemed to have been cast aside. I had stumbled into chaos, a place (can it even be called a place?) incredibly beautiful to behold, magnificently terrible to experience.

My eyes fluttered about, searching for my green-clad companion, but he was nowhere to be found. In the moment of hesitation I spent looking back at Tael before I followed into the portal, I must have lost him. And even if he were beside me, I doubt I would be able to see him. At this thought a great terror seized me—what if I did not find him on the other side? What would I do? I was no help to him if I was not close by. This was far too vital a mission for us to afford any mistakes—who was I to spoil our last chance? Maybe I had relied far too much on the time-traveling abilities of the Ocarina of Time. During our travels in Termina, playing a simple song could reverse any blunders, but where we were going, the Ocarina would have no power. The Four knew this. Link knew this. I knew this. Everyone else had weighted the risks and acted accordingly—I had failed at that. What had I done?

These trepidations, of course, were irrelevant. It was far too late to do anything about them. In faltering, I had sealed my fate. All I could do was hope, pray to the gods that I would be with him when I emerged from this zany dimension. If I ever emerged from it. The portal might close behind him, in which case I would be stuck here. Probably for eternity. No pressure.

Holy Farore, I’m a worrywart.

Strangely enough, by the time these thoughts had even crossed my mind, I had already been spit out of the black hole. The senses are slower than the mind, even when crossing the threshold between worlds.

It took a moment to get my bearings. Teleporting often has that effect. The streams of light were still rushing past my eyes, so for a few moments I saw only white, and my wings still had not quite realized that they were supposed to move in tandem to keep me airborne, so I started dipping slowly towards the ground. I had never felt more vulnerable in the entire span of my existence. It was very humbling.

Much to my surprise, I landed not against a solid stone floor, but against a cushiony carpet of grass. When my vision returned, I saw that there was nothing to be seen in all directions but grass. I was drowning in a sea of green. And where was Link? I fluttered up a couple meters above the meadow and scanned the ground for him. I didn’t see him. “Link!” I cried, hoping he would hear. It became painfully evident that the fields below were the same color as the Kokiri tunic Link always wore. “Link!” No answer. He must have already been here; he had stepped in the portal before I did. With no landmarks in sight, I had no idea in which direction he had chosen to proceed. I flew low, to scan the ground for any sign of footprints, but the blades of grass left no trace. Had I even emerged anywhere near him?

“Link!” I shouted one last time, although I had given up any hope of an answer.

A very vociferous voice bellowed its response. “Looking for me?”

I was so stunned to hear an answer that I practically dropped out of the sky. Promptly I turned around to acknowledge the speaker, only to find myself face-to-face with an enormous green giant! “Holy Farore!” Without hesitation, I whirled back around and started fluttering away as fast as I could. Whatever it was, it must have gotten Link—now I had to escape before it caught me! I must have flown nearly a hundred meters before a curious thought, one of those why-didn’t-I-see-that-sooner thoughts, finally occurred to me…

That great green Goliath had been Link wearing the Giant’s Mask. How typical.

I stopped dead in the air. “Very funny…” I sighed. It was lucky that he was so colossal that he couldn’t hear me, and even luckier that he could not see my face for I was absolutely sure it had the most ridiculous expression.

Link’s hearty giant laugh reverberated across the fields as he slipped off the mask and shrank back to his normal size. “Boy, I sure scared you!” he chuckled.

If I had been able to, I would have wrung his neck there and then. Instead, I screamed, “What possessed you to do that! You almost gave me a heart attack!”

“Don’t be silly, Tatl; fairies don’t have heart attacks,” Link said mockingly.

Luckily for him he happens to be cute, else I would have slapped him, too—and that I can do. “Now is not the time for games, Link!”

“Now, now… weren’t you the one telling me to loosen up? You know, hypocrisy is a sign of emotional insecurity. Are you sure you’re not high-strung or something? I vividly recall me mentioning this to you a while ago; didn’t you say—oh, give me a moment to remember your exact words—‘I’m not high-strung! I’m as calm and collected as they come!’”

“You’re never going to let me live that one down, are you?” He was ridiculously talented when it came to pushing people’s buttons. Come to think of it, I’d only ever witnessed him push my buttons.

“Not a chance,” Link grinned. Charming. Positively charming. I feel sorry for the girl who marries him. “Come on, we’d better get moving. There’s no telling what we’ve gotten ourselves into.”

“No argument from me,” I agreed. “Although… Link?”

“Yes?”

“For the love of Farore, please let up on the jokes.”

“Fair enough.”

The grin on his face wasn’t very reassuring.

I had a feeling I would be the first fairy to ever have a heart attack.

What had I gotten myself into?