~*~ The Onigami ~*~

~*~ The Onigami ~*~

Onigami -- n; the original name for Oni Link, or the "Fierce Deity"

Hello, and welcome to the Onigami. I am new to the "Fiction" forum, but I think I'll kick it off well. I haven't got much to say...so yeah...

Prologue

"Dear mother,
how are you? I've recently returned to Hyrule to finish what I've started. Here's a small story I want you to read:

'The Onigami was a demon trapped inside of a mask hidden away for many years. The mask's origins are unknown, but the power is legendary. It had only been worn twice. The first time was by Maxamillion Grough, a small man who ran a mask shop in Hyrule Town. He had stolen it from its original home, and wore it as a test. The power overcame him, but he managed to rip the mask off. He noticed that the demonic aura that had once surrounded it had vanished.

He swiftly realized that this was the effects of the mask. The Onigami was trapped inside of him. After much research, he concluded that only the Fierce Deity's brother mask could repent the demon and return it to its shell: Majora's Mask. It was created in an imp village in Termina, Hyrule's neighboring country. After snatching it, he sealed the demon away and tossed the mask into Lake Hylia. The rest of the story is unknown, but it is said that a boy of the Skull Kid race found it.

Maxamillian, satisfied, set off on a new quest until Majora's Mask was stolen from him. In despair, he asked the Hero of Time to help him. After a long and heart-wrenching qest, the Hero found himself with the Fierce Deity mask. He was battling Majora's Mas; the demon inside of it was attempting to destroy Termina. Despite all warnings, he placed the mask on his face. The Hero transformed into a large man weilding an odd sword. His magic ability was almost unmatched. He destroyed Majora's Mask and took of the Fierce Deity mask. He didn't even notice he was hosting a beast. Nor did he know he destroyed the only cure.

The Hero held onto the mask, and departed to Hyrule once more. There, he began acting odd. He went into a coma for two years. At age thirteen, he awoke. His memory was wiped out, and replaced with a false past. He believed that he was raised as a Hylian, and grew up with a loving mother and father. Nobody could seem to get his memory to return, so he ran away, still not knowing of the Onigami trapped within.' Wow, that's an awesome story!" I said, resiting was the neat black words on the flat piece of paper. It was a new addition to The Onigami, retelling recent events.

I had read the book before, but this was a new special addition, including more legends and theories. It was a collection of ideas, thoughts, and theories about the Onigami. I had recently "moved to Hyrule" for research, or that's what I claimed; they believed I had never been t Hyrule before.. I stayed at the Lon Lon Ranch with permisson of Malon. I had a little crush on her. To them, I was Zachary Himora from a distant land who had never visited Hyrule...that was my story...

Chapter I
Dark Memories

It has been seven, no eight years since I saw you. I was just a little kid back then. I remember your short golden hair dancing with the passing light breeze. My blonde hair is just like yours. The sun's radiance reflecting off my elegant hair, day after day. Every day I wonder what life would be like with you. Also, I wonder what life would be like if I didn't do what I did back there. I'm guessing you've heard what happened. That's when Malon entered the barn where I was writing.

"Hey, Zack! Whatcha doin'?" she asked, peering over me. I was quick to cover it up.

"Writing a letter...to my friend," I lied. She couldn't know the truth...not yet.

"Uh-huh, anyway, there's a guy outside lookin' for ya," she announced, turning around and leaving. As she walked, the old brown wood creaked. She pulled open the door which also made a loud, annoying creaking noise. I stood up, pocketed my rough pencil and paper, and ventured outside. When I got out, there was a hooded figure. It was a man; he face wasn't visable, nor was any other part of his body. He wore a dark purple cloak slightly pileing on the top of his shoes. Inside of his hood were two devilish red eyes with no pupils.

An arm shot out from the garment and grasped my neck. Raising me up into the air, Malon dashed at the man and began swinging the bottom of her wrapped hand on the man. A second arm came out and smashed her away. He tossed throught the air and slammed onto the grassy dirt. He groaned in deep pain. A scarlette vortex-like thing appeared in the sky. It turned inward. The man, still grasping my throat, shot into the air and flew into the odd opening. I blacked out from there. I had a dream...it had a blonde boy in a green tunic. He weilded a blade...he was swiping away with a sword at a tall, large man with a red beard. It seemed so fimiliar. When I awoke, my jet black shorts and matching shirt (which was very heavy) were all ruffled. Showing that, I knew I had been here for some time. I looked around.

I was in a cell. The walls were dark green and mossy with jagged points coming out. There was only one light streching on a cord from the ceiling, lightly swinging. I could hear a faint leaking sound as I lyed there on my side. I scrambled up. It looked like a dungeon corridor. It was like a tiny box with steel bars. I srambled up and rushed to the brown barrier; the bars were rusted with age. I puts my hands on them and pulled back. They won't budge... I thought. I tried again. Nothing. The bars were far enough apart to stick my arm though I then heard quiet footsteps. They grew louder as the person approched. It was the man from before. He appeared at the bars.

"Lemme out!" I snarled at him. He just chuckled. The man slowly pulled back his hood. I gasped. He looked exactly like me, only he wore a black tunic that the Hero of Time wore, and his whole body was very dark. He gritted his teeth.

"Remember me? Four years from now, you'll destroy me! I've come from the future to stop you!" roared the man.

"Who in Din's name are you?" I asked, pretending I didn't know what he was talking about.

"You know who I am; Dark Link! You cannot stop me now!" he chuckled. "You cannot escape now! You have two options."

He held up one finger. "Number one: allow me to take over your body so we can combine!"
He then held up a second finger. "Number two: die by my hands. It's your choice."

I chuckled. "How 'bout number three?"
I reached through the bars, clutched Dark Link's shirt, and pulled back, slamming his face into the cold metal. Dark Link growled.

"You'll regret that! You have twenty-four hours to live, Link. Use them wisely," and with that, Dark Link departed.

I shouted down the hall, "My name's not Link!"
I plopped onto the ground. I had a day to devise a plan and escape. What could I-

"Psst!" whispered a stubby guard. He was about my size. He had been standing against the opposite wall the whole time, but I just now noticed him. He wore a Keaton mask with black armor with red leather trimming. He weilded a large nadinaga. His light blue hair was in an odd fashon.

"Huh?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"I can help you escape, just follow my lead-- oh, and call me Kafei."