Another cool fan fiction

Well lately iv'e been doing a lot of work on my latest story, "Majora's Origin" I was wondering what U guys think of it.
Here it is!

Masks, we all wear them whether you can tell or not for we sometimes hide our feelings within these masks. A mask is only a creation out of feelings and what kind of mind you have, or what kind of life… Plunge once again into the world of Hyrule where another land existed before the Great Sea. It is nothing more than a baron wasteland, there used to be lots of buzzing life… but that was over a thousand years ago. This certain place was known as Ikana Canyon, the land of heaven. This place lay in the region of Termina, along with three other areas, a swamp, a mountain, and an ocean. Ikana however was the most desirable of all. Now that you have your beginning, listen to the tale of the oni tribe.

The oni tribe lived in Ikana and worshiped their gods through masks. Their leader was a man called Majula; he was filled with cruelty and malice and was the only downside to the happiness of the oni tribe. Majula had a son and named him Majora. The people of the tribe all knew that Majora would become very powerful indeed. As Majula ruled over the oni tribe Majora grew like any other child in the world. There was only one strange thing about this child; he had become obsessed with the nature of masks and what they were exactly. That is where the tale begins…

“My mask is almost finished, just a few more details!” Majora whispered to himself. He had been working on this mask since he was ten, so much research and it was nearly complete after three years of hard work. He heard he paint brush scrape against the wooden mask that he was making. As he painted he felt all of the pain that he had in his life story. Nobody would be his friend because they were afraid of his father’s terrifying power. Majora believed that he had made so many masks was because he felt that those masks could be his friend. He continued to paint his new mask, “Fine! If nobody will be my friend I’ll just spend my time on creating real friends!” He sighed and knew that he was only lying to himself.

He stroked the mask with his paintbrush once more. He didn’t know what he would call it, so he just saved the name for later. “Yes!” he declared as he sat up with his completed mask. Majora still couldn’t come up with a name so he decided to just hang it on the wall along with eight other masks. He stood there for a moment admiring his work. He whispered to himself the names of them, “All-night mask, stone mask, keaton mask, the bunny hood, Don Gero’s mask, the mask of scents, the mask of truth, and the Garo’s mask…”
Majora stood outside his hideout, staring at the rolling waves of the river. He saw his reflection rippling in the water; its outline was always changing but his reflection was always in the same place. He slowly walked up the stairs into the part of Ikana that was on the mesa of the cliff. The cliff was so high; that no matter long or fast Majora went the mesa never seemed to get closer. When he finally reached the top he was completely out of breath. Majora walked slowly to the craftsman store. He had needed supplies to make masks lately, that was why he was there. When he bought his supplies he threw it into his sack and started to walk back to his hideout.

“Excuse me!” a voice called to Majora. Majora stopped walking and turned to see a girl about his age. “Yes?” Majora said. “Could you please tell me where Ikana castle is? I have to get there.” The girl said out of breath from running. Majora stared at here for a couple of seconds; he had no idea why she was asking him for directions. The castle was right behind her, maybe she was a new girl. “Oh, it’s right over there.” He said as he pointed at the castle. “Thanks” she said as she looked down at his sack, “What do you have in there?” She asked politely as she pointed at his sack full of wood and paint.

“Its supplies… for making… masks.” Majora said hastily. “Wow, you can make masks? I heard that’s really hard.” She complimented. “My name’s Lianna, can I ask yours?” she asked. Majora hesitated for a moment, “My name’s … Majora …” He answered. “That’s a nice name. Well, thank you for the directions.” Lianna flashed a friendly smile at Majora and for the very first time in his life, he smiled back. As he watched Lianna run through the castle gates, that smile faded. He didn’t know why, but he liked Lianna. She was after all the first person who talked to him without fear.

Majora walked back home feeling a little bit happier. It felt good to be going down the long staircase; it was a lot less tiring. Once he got home he sat down at his workbench and began to carve a new mask. Making the new mask took so long but nighttime sneaked up on him so fast. When he finished his new mask he mounted it on the wall with the others. He called it the Bremen Mask; it looked like some sort of eagle. “That’s a job well done.” He said as he got in bed and almost instantly drifted off into dreams.

The dream was strange. Majora’s vision was so narrow that he could barely see. There were four mirrors around him that formed a wall with a small opening archway. In every mirror was himself wearing a different mask. These four masks where his secret masks that he kept in a secret chamber, they were his finest work. One was a native-like mask, the other was a mechanical beast, the third was a scary fish, and the last was some sort of centipede but they all chilled him to the bone. All of the masked reflections were staring at him. The child wearing the native mask suddenly spoke, “Your friends… what kind of people are they? I wonder… do those people think of you as a friend?” Before Majora could answer the reflection vanished out of the mirror.

The second child spoke, “What makes you… happy… and does it… make other people happy too?” That reflection disappeared also. Majora turned to the third child. “The right thing… what is it? Does it really make… everyone… happy?” The child vanished like all of the others. The final child spoke, “Your true face… what does it look like… and what do you… hide it with?” The final child disappeared too. And a dark figure stepped out of the opening in between the mirrors. It was like any other of the children except the mask was one Majora had never made before. It had spikes on the sides and was painted in dark colors.

The eyes reminded Majora of an owl with glowing eyes. There were two horns on the top of it. The child wearing the strange mask did not speak and did not move. The mask’s eyes just stared at Majora and then the dream ended. Majora sat up in his bed, he was still thinking about the mysterious mask in the dream. He decided not to worry about it. He left his hideout and went up the cliff one again on the winding staircase. Majora actually didn’t have anything to do up there but he just felt like taking a walk. The sun was shining brightly today and the air was clear. “Majora wait up!” A voice that Majora knew was Lianna’s yelled. He stopped and turned around to see Lianna running up to him once again. “Majora, have you ever heard of the Ikana worship ceremony?” She asked. Majora noticed that she was yet again asking him a completely random question. “Yeah, but I never go there.” He said.

“Well, I’m going but everyone has to bring a mask and I don’t have any time to make one.” She said out of breath. “So what do you need?” Majora asked. “I would really appreciate it if you could make it. You said you make masks right?” Lianna continued. Majora thought for a moment, he didn’t have anything else planned and he had plenty of supplies. “Sure.” Majora said. “Thanks Majora you’re a lifesaver.” She warmly thanked. To Majora’s great surprise Lianna threw her arms around him. It startled Majora for a minute and then he calmed down. Lianna let go of him. “You can pick it up tomorrow at my home.” He said clearing his throat.

“Sure, I just need to know where you live and I’ll be there.” Lianna asked. “You have to promise not to tell anyone.” Majora said seriously. “I promise.” She stated. “That you won’t tell?” Majora asked. “I promise that I won’t tell.” She added to her sentence hastily. “All right, I live in the secret shrine. Just go down the cliff and follow the opposite direction of the river’s current. The go behind the waterfall and your there.” He said. “Okay I’ll be there tomorrow at noon.” Lianna said as she walked away. This time Majora’s smile didn’t fade away.

When Majora finally got home he almost immediately started work on the mask. He didn’t know why but he trusted Lianna with the location of his home. He began to carve a fresh block of wood. Hour after hour he worked and carved the new mask to perfection. He thought about how great this mask was going to look when it was done. Majora smiled and stroke the mask with his paintbrush. He was going to call it the Giant’s mask.

It was still late at night when Majora was still working on the mask for Lianna. He put a lot more work into it than any other mask, he didn’t know why. When he finally finished it was morning and the sun was a pale orange as it rose into the sky. When Majora left it on his desk to get breakfast he decided to wait for Lianna to get there. Majora waited for several hours but it only seemed like minutes to him. When he started to think about actually having breakfast he suddenly heard a knock at the door.

He anxiously ran to the door and opened it; sure enough Lianna was standing before him. “So this is your house? Kind of unnoticeable isn’t it?” She said as she looked around. Majora knew she probably forgot that his home was a secret. “Yeah, why don’t you come inside.” He said stepping aside to let her in. Lianna looked around curiously as she stepped inside. “I know it’s a little gloomy but you can easily get used to it.” Majora continued. “I don’t mind, but a few candles would make this place a little less dark.” Lianna said politely.

“Do you want to get your mask now? It’s in the other room.” Majora replied as he led her to the mask chamber. He opened the door for Lianna as she drew close to it. “Thank you.” She thanked as she stepped into the room. “This is where I make all of my masks. Yours is on the table.” Majora said. Before Lianna even looked at her mask she was admiring all of the others. “These are beautiful Majora! There so well made too.” She complimented. “This is a nice one.” She pointed at the mask that Majora still hadn’t named. “I haven’t been able to name that mask for a long time. I spent three years on it.” Majora declared. “It looks like a fierce deity to me.” Lianna said.

Majora was amazed that she had come up with such a great name. “What makes you think that?” He asked, hiding his astonishment. “Well, he’s frowning like he’s fierce and he looks really powerful. That’s why I think you should name it that.” She explained. “Then Fierce Deity it is!” Majora said. “You’re a fascinating person Majora.” Lianna complimented with a smile. Majora reached for the mask he had made for her and handed it to her.

“Is that for me?” she asked. Majora nodded as she took it. “It’s perfect, thank you so much.” She said gratefully as she examined the mask. “You’re welcome.” Majora said. “Honestly, do you do anything else than make masks?” Lianna asked. “Well, no I don’t have anything else to do. I don’t have any friends because they’re all afraid of my father. He is the Oni tribe leader after all.” Majora sadly sighed. “That’s not fair at all. I’m in the Oni tribe and I’m not afraid of your father!” Lianna said angrily. “So that was when I ran from the castle and found the secret shrine. I’ve been living here for six years now.” Majora explained as his feet bounced against the cliff side. Majora and Lianna had been sitting on the canyon wall for the past three hours as Majora told her about his life. “You should feel lucky that your parents care about you Lianna. I never had that kind of gift in my life.” He continued. “I’m sorry; you deserve a better life than that. You really do, my question is how can your father be so cruel and you can be so kind to everyone.” Lianna sadly replied. “Lianna, will you be… my… friend?” Majora asked. “Majora, we already are.” She whispered as she flashed a warm smile. Majora smiled back and for the first time he felt the warmth of friendship.

“Majora, do you want to go to the Ikana worship ceremony with me?” Lianna asked. “You know my father will be there.” Majora replied. “Yes, but he won’t recognize you. You said he hasn’t seen you for six years.” She continued. “I guess you have a point there. If I wear a mask he might not even notice me.” He replied as he looked behind his shoulder. “All right I’ll go.” Majora said as he got on his feet. “Great, the ceremony takes place in Stone Tower.” Lianna explained as she pointed to the entrance behind her. It was about a hundred feet away and went into the mountains. Majora shaded his eyes as he saw a huge tower behind those mountains.

“Meet me in there tomorrow.” Lianna explained as she waved and walked back home. Majora walked home once again with a smile on his face. That night Majora was too excited to go to sleep, he just wasn’t tired. The next morning he quickly ate breakfast and ran out the door. As he walked up the stairs he noticed that there was nobody in the usually crowded town. Majora shrugged and continued up the stairs, “They must be at the ceremony.” He thought to himself. When he reached the entrance to Stone tower he stared up at the huge tower that stood before him, he could hear voices buzzing inside.

He walked into the tower, wondering where Lianna was. “Majora, you’re here!” A voice called out to him. Lianna ran up to him. “C’mon everyone is waiting at the top!” She exclaimed as she led Majora up the staircase. The inside of the tower was incredible! The staircase winded up the tower wall. Major looked down and noticed a huge cliff that seemed to be endless. The wall of the tower seemed as if it went down forever. “Lianna is that pit endless?!” Majora asked as he hiked up the stairs. “When we dug into the mountain that pit just caved in out of nowhere. We don’t know how far it goes.” She replied as she started to slow down. Majora looked forward to see that they were already at the top.

Lianna continued to lead Majora across a short bridge and to an entrance shaped like a huge face. The door in the statue was the mouth and the eyes had a bonfire in each. When they reached the other side Lianna spoke, “Put your mask on before you go inside and don’t take it off until we leave.” Majora put on his mask and stepped through the doors. Lianna wasn’t kidding when she said that everyone had to bring a mask. The inside of the tower was so crowded it looked as if it was a sea of masks bobbing up and down in the waves. Majora couldn’t find anyone who wasn’t wearing a mask in this crowd. There sure was a lot more excitement then masks though. There were voices buzzing everywhere in the crowd. The nice thing was nobody recognized Majora as long as he had his mask on.

Therefore nobody was afraid of his presence. The strange thing about the room he was in was that there were doors on the ceiling. Like if you flipped the room over you could access these doors. Majora wondered why the doors were there and if they served a purpose. “C’mon Majora, let’s go to the mask competition. We could enter your mask.” Lianna said as she pointed at a door. Majora quickly followed her into a large room.

It was just as crowded as the last room and as noisy. There were people lined up at a small stand giving their masks to a man in green. “This is where you enter your masks in the contest. The one who makes the best mask gets three-thousand rupees!” Lianna explained to Majora. After he had entered his mask the two of them sat down on a nearby bench and waited for the results. They waited there for an hour or two.

“I guess my father isn’t here. He would definitely come to something like this. I hope he’s not up to something.” Majora whispered, looking at the ground. Suddenly a voice called out, “The contest results will now begin, all entries report to the stand!” “That’s us, let’s go now.” Lianna grunted as she got up off the bench. “I changed my name for the contest so nobody will know I’m here.” Majora explained as he got up also.

Lianna nodded and walked up to the stand with Majora. “In third place, Nimoy, for his bat mask!” A voice called out as the person walked up to the announcer. “In second place… Rowina, for her mask of happiness!” The man said as he handed the woman a small silver trophy. “And in first place… Killia, for his giant’s mask!” The man announced as Majora walked up to the stand to claim his prize. The people applauded as the man handed a large rupee to Majora.

“Congratulations son!” The man said as Majora walked back into the crowd. When he turned he saw something he thought he would never see in his life. It was a tall dark robed creature, hiding in the shadows. It was a Garo, one of his father’s spies!

“What, a spy in Stone Tower? That can’t be!” Lianna exclaimed. “Yes, we have to get out of here now. Garos can recognize me because my father created them!” Majora explained, “The Garo I saw has probably already told my father that I’m here!” “Then let’s go.” Lianna said as she began to shuffle through the crowd. Majora quickly followed her; they came to a clearing in the sea of masks when a dark robed figure hopped out of the ground. It startled Majora so bad that his heart nearly stopped. “Lianna run!!!” Majora yelled as he pushed his way through the crowd.

He didn’t know if the Garo was following them, he didn’t look back to check. He was right behind Lianna when they got to the tower entrance. Suddenly he tripped over something and his rupee fell out of his sack and shattered into a million pieces. Majora got up as the shards of the rupee sliced his hands. He could feel his blood trickle down his stinging hands. After he dashed through the door Lianna was still running. Majora started down the huge staircase.

Suddenly another Garo jumped out from the ground. Majora ran as fast as he could without tripping on a step. Three more Garos jumped out at him as he jumped onto the stair railing and began to slide down it on his feet. He was more tempted to get away than terrified as he slid down the rail. The stairway came to a turn and he hopped of with at least seven Garos chasing him. When the staircase ended he could see the figure of a man blocking the exit. Majora tried to stop as he fell over to see the evilly smirking face of his father.

All of the Garos came to a halt; Majora noticed that one of them was holding Lianna tightly. “Well Majora, after six long years you finally show your face. This is much unexpected.” Majula said in a cruel voice, “What might you be doing at the Ikana Worship Ceremony? And what is this wretch doing with you?” He pointed at Lianna who was still in the Garos grip. Majora said nothing. “Well, did you know that it is against the law for her to be with you?” Majula continued.

Majora still didn’t reply. “Ssssir what sshall we do with the girl?” One of the Garos hissed in a cold and hollow voice. “Kill her…” Majula said with no concern. “Withhh plessssssure…” The Garo replied as he put a dagger to Lianna’s throat. Majora stared in horror at his father. “Wait! You can’t kill her! She’s my only friend in the world!!!” Majora yelled as he stood up. “Hold your dagger.” Majula ordered, “A friend you say? This is new Majora. Let go of the girl captain.” He continued. “Perhaps you would like to fight for her?”

Majora stared at his father for a minute. He knew it was crazy but he was going to try. He nodded. “Very well then, Garos… attack!!!” Majula ordered as all of the Garos leaped toward Majora and Lianna. Majora drew his dagger and began to battle them all. It was only minutes until Majora began to grow tired. All his father did was watch. He suddenly heard a grunt. Majora turned to see that Lianna was at the edge of the cliff of the tower. One of the Garos had jabbed it’s dagger through her stomach.

Majora was so horrified by what he had seen he couldn’t move a muscle. Lianna slowly turned her eyes to Majora. “Majora I’m …sorry…” She whispered as the dagger was pulled out. She stood there for only a moment as if perfectly balanced and then fell into the darkness of the pit. As soon as it was over Majora was pushed off the cliff himself by one of the Garos. All of the Garos halted. “Masssster… the kiiing will find out about thissss.” A Garo hissed. “I know.” Majora replied. “Men change of plans… we siege Ikana …now!!!” All of the Garos cheered in their hollow voices as Majula left the tower slowly with his Garo army.

Majora on the other hand had been hanging on the Cliffside the whole time. He just wished he could have grabbed Lianna. “This isn’t over father!!! This isn’t over!!!” Majora growled as he climbed back up.
Majora lay on motionless on the floor. He knew he would never find anyone like Lianna again. He started to sob into his bleeding hands. The only thing he wanted was revenge on his father, more than anything else. When he left the tower he could see all of Ikana burning to the ground. Majora didn’t care, there were no Garos around anyway. Most of the people had run out into the fields past the border of Ikana. Majora wondered what would happen to Ikana. He hurried to the shrine in the cliffs. When he got there his anger became so strong, he felt dizzy. A tear streamed down his cheek.

He didn’t know how he could get his revenge; he sat down at his workbench. There was a block of wood and lot’s of paint laying there on the tattered table. He pulled out his dagger and began to carve a mask. He knew what it was going to look like. He would make it the mask the fifth child in his dream was wearing. That mask had been a dream but it was soon to be reality. Majora angrily shoved his knife into the wood and began to carve a piece of a dream.

He wanted to make it perfect as he tried to carve perfect curves on the mask. He made the spikes on the side so sharp that one touch left a tiny spot of blood on the flesh. He got blisters from pushing the dagger so hard. He shifted the handle of it as the wounds on his hand oozed droplets of blood onto the mask. When he finally finished carving he began to paint it in dark colors. When he finished painting it he could see his dream staring back at him with its owl-like eyes.

He felt the anger slip into the mask and very slowly the eyes of it started to glow in the darkness of the shrine. The mask seemed almost alive as it stared at Majora. It was as if it was telling him, “Put me on…” He turned the mask over and slipped it onto his face and in an instant fell into complete darkness. As he left the shrine he could fell tremendous power inside himself… dark power. He would call it Majora’s mask.
Although Majora made the mask he had no idea about what it was doing to him. As he climbed the staircase on the side of the cliff he hardly even panted. When he reached the top he noticed the village was completely ruined and that there were noises coming from inside Ikana castle. Majora found a large breach in the castle wall. He entered the castle he heard the indistinct clamor of Garos. Majora peeked around the corner to see about seventeen Garos guarding the entrance. Suddenly one of them cried out, “The boy, he lives.” All seventeen Garos charged toward Majora. Without even thinking, Majora raised his hands and twenty metal balls materialized into the air and soared through the air. They tore through every Garo until the entrance was clear and the balls dissolved into the air.

What was strange was that Majora didn’t tell himself to do this. It was like a reflex. The mask seemed to be telling him to do all of this. As Majora proceeded into the castle he heard faint sounds of battle. This however did not matter to Majora for he was now lost in darkness. A light came toward him. He found himself in the Great halls of the castle. Majora saw knight of Ikana fighting the army of Garos. They were almost defeated though and the Garos seemed to never get tired. The world of Ikana was falling apart.

Majora was immediately seized by two Garos. But Majora did not fight; he wanted to be taken to his father. He didn’t struggle once as he was pulled down the hallway. Minutes dragged on as Majora’s sight of the world around him began to darken. He was hardly even thinking anymore. He was suddenly thrown to the ground and he could just barley make out the dim shape of the throne room of Ikana castle. “Amazing you survived that battle Majora.” A voice suddenly echoed around the empty room. Majora slowly turned his head slowly to see the dark figure of his father. “You won’t survive this one though…” Majula continued. Majora stood up. His father continued, “Did you think I would be fooled by that mask? Well you certainly wasted your time if you were here to save the king. He has been slaughtered by my army. So just take the mask off.”

Majula reached for the mask. In a second Majora grabbed his father’s wrist and closed his fist around it. Majula shrieked in pain as Majora crushed the bones in Majula’s wrist with a loud crack. As he yanked his broken wrist out of Majora’s grasp shadows grew out of the corners of the room. A red glow came from the mask and Majora spoke with a voice that struck absolute terror into even the Garos in the dark room, mixed with has own voice, “Do not ever touch the mask.” He said. The glow around him grew as beams of purple light struck all of the Garos in the room. The light went out and Majora’s father was left in complete darkness.

“Afraid of the dark father, I can smell your fear with my mask.” He said in his disoriented voice. In a short moment a small light illuminated the death of Majora’s father. Not that anyone saw it. At that moment the mask killed Majora from the inside and possessed the body. The mask kept a small piece of Majora’s mind, the source of his eternal anger. For the mask that was eternal power.

Majora woke in pitch darkness, he knew that he was gone from the world forever but where was he now? He took a look around him. He could see eerie shadows rolling by. He could see his body as clear as day but everything else was completely dark. He felt a slight breeze twist around him and the darkness turned to an image. He couldn’t believe his eyes; he saw the elegant halls of Ikana castle around him. How was this possible? Majora didn’t know how it could be true that he was standing in a place that he had ran away from six years ago. He walked through the beautiful hallway; he saw the flames of the torches dance above his head.

Then he heard footsteps approaching him. He saw a boy with brown hair running down the hallway. He had a terrified look on his face and seemed to be out of breath. Strange enough the boy didn’t even look at Majora much less notice him. Then about a few feet away Majora saw a man he knew very well. It was his father! Majula seemed to be running after the boy. Once again Majora went unnoticed by his father and continued to run. Majora followed them out of the castle halls. As he caught up with the boy he realized he wasn’t running after just any boy, he recognized the boy very well. He had seen this child in mirrors and the reflection of the water. It was his eight-year-old self he was chasing

Once Majula exited the castle halls Majora saw his childhood cornered at the cliff above the river of Ikana. Majula slowed his pace and drew his silver dagger; he raised it and prepared to strike Majora’s past. At that moment the child sighed and took a deep breath. Majora’s childhood dropped of the cliff and into the river. The splash echoed and the image became black. Then another image came to Majora’s eyes. He was wet and freezing from the impact with the river. It had been a miracle that he had survived the fall. He looked suddenly surprised and slipped behind the waterfall. Majora followed him into the secret shrine where his childhood was looking around in amazement at the shrine.

Then he kneeled to the ground and picked up something that was lying on the floor, it was a dusty and damaged mask. The mask was gold and inlaid with sparkling jewels. Majora remembered the way he felt when he saw that mask. It was what inspired him to make so many masks during his life. Once again the vision darkened then another went into view. This time Majora was older and he was in a secret part of the secret shrine. He was working on the final secret mask that he treasured so much. There were four of those masks and they were all different too.

Then all went black again but this time no other image came. Instead Majora closed his eyes and thought of the first memory he had seen. He knew that his father had been trying to kill him because he had accidentally seen Majula murder Majora’s mother. That was most terrifying day of his life. Suddenly a breeze once again came, “You brought me into this world with but one purpose: to seek revenge on your father!” A cold voice echoed out. Majora jumped at the sound of the voice, it was like nothing he had ever heard before. It struck pure terror into Majora’s heart.

Majora gulped; there was a lump in his throat. “Who are you!?” He asked, hiding his fear. The voice spoke, “I am the one you created out of hate and anguish. I am the one who is inanimate but powerful. I am Majora’s mask!” Majora gasped, “How are you talking to me? Who are you!?” Majora yelled out in the darkness. “You created me Majora; you are the source of my power. It is out of anger I came and it anger that is my power! At the moment you are trapped in your memories and this is where you will reside forever!” The ghostly voice continued.

The darkness became dead silent. The voice spoke again, “I have destroyed your father, and he was so weak! I am amazed on how fragile your world is. When I fulfilled my purpose I realized that you couldn’t command me anymore. So I destroyed you and preserved your eternal anger in myself.” Majora was so scared now he hardly dared to breathe. “What will happen to me?” Majora asked in his quivering voice. A rushing breeze whirled around Majora and the mask appeared out of the air. “Here is your answer” The mask softly stated. Majora felt a huge amount of pressure fall on his body. Black smoke curled around him. The smoke turned to a tentacle-like substance and curled it’s way towards Majora.

The pressure became enormous, absolute darkness surrounded Majora. In a garbled and slow voice Majora heard the mask speak, “You will be trapped in this vortex of memories for eternity. As long as I exist you will never be put to a peaceful rest, goodbye Majora.” Majora remained in the void of his memories for a very long time. There was no light and no sound and the only thing he could ever feel was pain. When the mask returned to Ikana it inserted different powers into each of Majora’s masks and dropped them into the Ikana river.

All of the masks except for one: The Fierce Deity Mask. The mask was found by a member of the oni tribe and because so much work had been put into that mask, it was given a great amount of power. The two royal composers, Flat and Sharp played their music during the great war between the mask and the army of captain Keeta. The mask cursed the composer and that army for eternity. Finally after so much bloodshed and strife the power of The Fierce Deity Mask, was used to destroy Majora’s body, leaving the mask inanimate. After the mask’s immobilization, Stone Tower was filled with hundreds of traps and obstacles and the mask was hidden inside the tower.

That all happened in Ikana canyon two-thousand-seven-hundred-fifty-three years ago to be precise. Since that terrible night Ikana canyon has been the most dreaded, empty, haunting, dry baron wasteland in Termina.



That's it so far, whadda ya think? I thought some people might find it interesting.

wow cool!it was sad though...*snif* but it's great!! keep writing it!! I love this story !!

Thanx. But of course it's sad it has to be. what else could such an evil thing be created out of? I thought Ikana would be a great setting becuase in the game it's just so desolate and everything about it just seems made of a pain and misery!!!

dude yes! this is REALLY GOOD! I like how you related Majora to the Skull Kid (implied of course), by that I mean you made his personality and background character info similar to the Skull Kid. I also really liked how you used places in the actual game to enhance the reading experience and I'd really like to see how this turns out later.

However, there are some things i don't like about this. First of all, you made it too blunt that it was Majora at the beginning, I would have made it more like Anakin Skywalker-Darth Vader; he starts out with a normal name and adopts a more evil one. Also, I wouldn't have started him out making masks, I would have advanced the plot a little beforehand, like make him find a mask in Ikana Castle and become fascinated with them then or something like that.

But it's your fic...these are only suggestions and the criticism is completely constructive criticism. Good luck to ya!

Thanx again! But Majora,s name really doesn't sound very evil to me, it sounds like some ordinary name given to a being of royal blood.
You are right about how i didn't reveal a lot about majora's past. I did this partly to make him more mysterious. He actually used to live in Ikana castle with his parents. I reveal a lot more about his past later in the story and actually he started making masks when he reached the age of 11.

What are you doing talking to me? Get to work writing man! We want to see more of your masterpiece! lol No hard feelings...

Alright heres chapter ten! (look at first post)