Hello!
The fate of Termina in the AT has always been a subject of much consternation (yay! Vocabulary!) to me. Was it destroyed? Did Majora’s mask ever get stolen? WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED?
(Ahem).
As a result, I drafted this in a boring English class, and decided to write it up properly. I am afraid there will be
MM spoilers.
And maybe swearing, although I’ll try to keep it to a minimum. All reviews/comments are, of course, appreciated. There may even be something more to add if anyone cares...
The Fate of AT Termina
PART ONE- DAMNATION
Freefall.
It’s a nice enough word. It carries connotations of fun, enjoyment, and adrenaline.
It is, however, perhaps not so friendly when it is applied to a moon.
Termina’s end was coming. Seven thousand tons of epoch-ending stone hurtling towards the ground at speeds approaching eighty miles per hour.
It was going to hit, and hit big
At the top of Clock Tower, a diminutive figure was stood, arms open to the heavens, purple energy coursing through his sparse frame and off up into the sky. He was dressed in the ragged red and yellow tatters of a woodland sprite, and would have looked perfectly charming if it weren’t for the hideous mask he wore on his face.
Carved to look like a twisted mockery of a stylised heart, it was evidently the source of the purple energy. Wild, yellow eyes with deep green irises stared up, unflinchingly at the moon it was bringing to the ground.
Then, slowly, the eyes blinked.
Perhaps not so much mask, then.
“Stop it!”
The sprite considered for a moment, and lowered its arms, job done.
“Okay.”
It turned around, expecting to see perhaps one of the guards of Clock Town. Instead there was a boy, perhaps twelve years old, with a shock of sapphire-blue hair. He was holding a sword, the end pointed at the sprite, with utmost courage, but very little skill.
“The moon is still moving.” The boy said, gesturing to where enough rock to destroy the world was still hurtling towards the ground at incredible speeds. “Stop it.”
The imp shrugged. “Can’t.” its voice was raspy and indescribably terrifying, like the unknowable voices you find in your nightmares. “Its inertia is huge. It took three days of work to get it this far out of its orbit, no force in this little world short of the giants themselves could halt it now.”
“Really…?” The sword sagged. The imp chuckled, an unnaturally deep sound for something so small.
“You didn’t think this far ahead, did you boy? Besides, whilst I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted, I don’t want to. The impact that thing will create will easily be enough to break this mask.” The imp rapped his knuckles on the ceramic surface. “Freedom will be
so great after all these centuries.”
“You’ve… you’ve been wearing the mask for that long?” the boy asked.
The imp shook his head. “Don’t you understand, boy? I AM the mask. I am Majora! And no snotty nosed ten year old piece of nothing is going to stand in the way of my freedom.” Majora turned back to the moon. There was a long silence.
“I’m… I’m not ten.”
“Sorry?” Majora didn’t turn around.
“I’m not ten.”
Majora just sighed halfheartedly.
“You transformed me. You pulled me away from my fiancé, my family, you ruined me.”
The boy raised his sword.
Majora chuckled. “That does sound like the kind of thing I’d do.”
“You took everything from me.” He raised he sword above his head. “And even if I can’t save my world, I will kill YOU!” He charged Majora, swinging his sword wildly, with little care for where it went as long as it went in his enemy. The imp caught the blade, tearing it from his hands before backhanding him across the clock tower.
“I knew I recognised you from somewhere!” Majora exclaimed as the boy lay gasping for the breath that had been knocked clean out of him. “You’re that kid who was in love with that whore girl. What was your name again? Kyle?”
“Kafei.” The boy coughed. “And Anju is not a whore.”
“Chambermaid, incredibly attractive…”Majora chuckled again. “Sounds like a whore to me, Kyle.”
“You’re just saying that to make me angry.” Kafei spluttered.
“Yes, yes I am.” Majora returned to the balcony and his watch of the moon.
Kafei changed tactic. “What about the innocent people down there? If you want, I’m sure that we could find another way to break your mask. Any other way!”
Majora tutted. “Kyle, even if you could find another way to destroy this mask, the outcome would be the same. I would Still kill everyone in this land, it’s what I do.” He smiled, or at least moved the mask to give an impression of smiling. “Besides, I wasn’t lying when I said the moon couldn’t be stopped. It’s physics, y’know?” Kafei charged him again, and this time he hit the wall so hard that his left leg broke. He could feel the tug of the moon at his hair, and noticed that the mist of blood that he was coughing up was floating upwards slightly before falling. Majora cackled. “It’s too late now, anyway.” He raised his arms. “the moon is coming! THE MOON IS COMING!” his cackle grew into a roar of laughter as the orb that was the moon seemed to catch fire as it entered the denser atmosphere at this altitude. “AND.
SO. IS. MAJORAAAAA!!!”
His laughter drowned out the world.
It drowned out the prayers of the ranch refugees, the painful sobs of Kafei, and the cries of terror from every horrified animal in the land.
It drowned out the world.
It was the world.
It was everything.
It was in the Terminan's brains, their minds, their souls.
There was only laughter, the gloating laughter of an insane shade.
The moon hit.
Freefalling had stopped.
Boom.