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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
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Nynaeve watched as the girl before her stumbled out of her portal, and stepped forward, looking at the altar around her. A laugh filled with mirth came from her, as she raised her hands to the sky, facing the full moon. Delight was carved into her face, and her eyes were wide. A grin split her normally composed features.
“Now, dearest Zelda, our true work begins. Nobody will be interrupting us, and nobody will be harmed. Provided you cooperate, that is. Precautions have been made to protect your family, but they won’t last forever. I twisted that boy around my finger, to dance to my song, just so we can have this moment. This meeting…”
With a snap of her fingers, a green ring of fire circled the two, separating off the altar from the rest of the temple. They were trapped there, it seemed. Nynaeve’s focus, as before was on the Master Sword, and her grin turned to a grimace as she ran her finger along the edge, a crimson drop of blood falling from her finger onto the ground.
“Blood magic. So mundane, but it’s the best I can muster using this form. You see, dearest Zelda, in a past life, something very precious was taken from me, something that was rightfully mine, but was stolen from under my nose. In a sense…”
A stone goblet was withdrawn from within her robes, and a few drops of her blood dripped into it as she clenched her fist.
“We have the same goal. We want back what is ours. But there can be no interference, of any kind.”
Her hand gently took hold of Zelda’s wrist, before tightening and twisting. The heir to the throne would feel a prick, then see a few drops of her own blood fall into the cup. When the two mingled together, there was a shimmer to them, obviously not natural. The cup was set next to the Master Sword, and Nynaeve sat, cross-legged, looking at Zelda. Between her hands, various masks began to appear.
“Throughout the ages, I have held many personas. This one, Nynaeve, has served me well for quite some time. As her, I mastered the power of the masks well. I took the masks of my mentors, a Zora Prince, a lost child, a Hylian heir long before your time, and even that of a king of my own people. Her own people. I preserved their memories, their essence, and in donning them, I can become as they once were. Many faces, many names. I have held many names. Twinrova. The Silver Prince. Demon-King.
All are held to be led to a better world, in time. This is my power. But I’ve always wanted to forge one last mask. So, dear Hylia, my beautiful and elegant sister. You always had what you wanted in life. Your power, a kingdom that was both of ours.
My Hero. Though I moved on, I ask you give me this one thing, and you can have your precious Hero back. But first…”
When she looked down, then back up, upon her face was a visage that Zelda had only seen in dreams. Nynaeve laughed, then put a finger to where the mouth would be on the mask.
“You have to name me. Hylia well remember, but let’s see if you will, Zelda of Hyrule.”
Post by Zelda Hyrule on Jul 14, 2017 18:20:24 GMT -5
They stepped out of the portal in a flash - dread filling her face as she looked about the ruins. The sword, still glowing dimly as a message of the heroe's life force made her heart sink deeper into her chest as she looked to the Witch with precaution. Something was off, and she knew this now. Back in the alley - that raw power mustered to burn those acolytes without a simple struggle... who was this woman? She had heard the legends of the lady of the sand in the past, but this was much darker than she had last anticipated. Still, she held silent as the witch began to talk of their next step in the grand scheme. [break][break] Suddenly, with the snap of the witch's finger, a green flame entrapped them within the circle of the altar. Her eyes widened as she looked around, when her words then sung a wrong key in the queen's mind. "What do you mean? What boy? Eleazar?" How would she have persuaded such an evil man? There was no stopping a man like this from getting what he wanted, and from what she understood, he wanted her. The queen. Dead, with her head in his hands like a trophy. [break][break] There was a change in the air, and suddenly Zelda knew that something was very off about this woman. She had scorn in her voice, and had used her youthful favor and charm to seduce her brother's trust. It was getting hard to breathe, and her lungs grew tight as she stared with fear, wanting to step from the altar, but now there was no way out. She had fallen for her trap, and this was all a ploy for a grander plan. "This was never about saving Link, was it?" she said crudely. "What is it that's in there that you want out?" [break][break] Of all the things trapped in that realm, Link was the tamest of them all. Anything else seemed unimaginable - but without another word, her wrist was taken by Nynaeve, a prick allowing blood to escape as it fell into the cup. She winced, but complied, taking a deep breath as she awaited her answer. But she got nothing. The witch now sat across from her, masks appearing in her lap as the chalice was set next to the blade. She spoke of past lives she had been given, as though she had been much older than previously thought. And this magic was much darker than previously perceived. Something was evil about it, and the use of masks was a taboo among the Hylian people. The Gerudo people were not women of faith though - simply respect. [break][break] And it suddenly hit her. [break][break] She was not dealing with a woman of magic. She was dealing with a woman of divinity. The stories of old, the scrolls of the past, and the history she had been taught since she was a child - the very words this woman spoke. She was her dear sister. Her throat closed, still frozen, standing where she had always been even though Nynaeve had taken a seat. Her eyes were wide and full of caution, but never left the witch's gaze. Her face had warped - a mask upon it - the same mask that was in her dreams. The same being that haunted her when she saw Link in those nightmares - and as if from nowhere, the haunting of those nightmares she had long forgotten suddenly became very vivid and real. [break][break] "I-It was you," she murmured quietly. "The one from the dreams. The one who was making Link suffer, it was you!" her voice rose, anger shifting into her eyes as her hands clenched. "What do you want from us? Why did you help me, what are you getting from doing this, Majora?" Her fears were confirmed. And now their fate was sealed.
"You understand nothing, girl. All your knowledge, and yet you live with the simple understanding that I have ulterior motives. No, no. what you need to understand is this has everything to do with your Hero. My hero. But he does not belong in that realm, be belongs in the world of the living."
Slowly, she stood, walking back to the sword that held the realm closed. Her head dipped a bit, before a sob choked out from behind the carved wood, and Nynaeve - no, Majora - suddenly took the handle in her grip, pulling with all her might. But it did not budge. Still, she tried, letting out pained cries, darkness swirling around her. When it did not yield, however, she stopped, panting, and fell to her knees before the blade.
"You do not understand what you took from me, dear sister. I've had thousands of years to remember the heartbreak I suffered, and I took it out on so many things. It wasn't supposed to be like this. We created him, but he adored you. You were his everything. And when it came down to it, you cast me aside for my jealousy. I've had thousands of years where I could have had my revenge, but I always hesitated. I've taken the minds of this witch, ancestors of yours, even a lost boy who was dying in the woods. I saved them all from a terrible fate, but your Hero was always there. I was slain now and then by him, and eventually sealed away with the power of a lesser god.
He made a mockery of me. Once, I was feared, respected. The Dragon, Majora, maker of masks, the Trickster Goddess. Once, I was the Goddess of Light. But I fell to spite. And you know what, Hylia? I'm alright with that. I've cast you aisde, as you cast me aside. This is why your divinity will take the Hero's place. It is only fair."
She looked at her hand, and clenched it in a fist, with a sigh.
"As for you, Zelda of Hyrule, you have witnessed me partake in his pain, out of anger and irrationality. He always spoke your name. So I will free him, and he will be with you, until it his time to be saved. But I will be watching you, a reminder that we are all met with a terrible fate in the end."
Slowly, she stood up, facing the Hylian heir.
"In reality, I have done you a favor, so long as you comply. Once we leave the Sacred Realm with what we seek, I will free your family. And my treachery to Eleazar will be unveiled, in short. But my deal comes with an extra stipulation. Nobody must know of any of this happening, for this host will be freed until I need her again. Besides, nobody will believe you, except the one enemy you hate the most."
She held out her hand to Zelda.
"So shed that coward's divinity, and we shall proceed."
Post by Zelda Hyrule on Jul 15, 2017 2:25:16 GMT -5
The sudden cries that erupted from behind the mask caught Zelda off guard as she stepped back in defense, realizing that Majora was holding this body as a simple vessel - the Gerudo behind it being held a hostage in its grander scheme. There seemed to be a struggle a as a dark aura swirled around the woman, and she fell to her knees before the sword, and the heiress simply watched in silence, wondering what she could have done to help - but at the same time, she needed this deity. It was the only way. Despite the consequences, she needed her hero back. Once he was, they could then solve this later. [break][break] She spoke of hero, and how she loved him the same as Zelda. And of the embarrassment she had become due to his past lives. She felt guilty almost - despite it not being her own sole doing, it was her soul overall that was responsible for the outcome of this poor deity. The jealousy that love created had torn two sisters apart, into a cycle of hatred and revenge. She pursed her lips, closing her eyes as she took it in, understanding now that this wasn't just a ploy of vengeance - it was an equivalent exchange of giving one part that defined her, for another - just as Majora had given their name for a mask, only to be made a fool. [break][break] She was prepared to make the sacrifice. If it meant destroying the last bit of divinity within her, then so be it. Link did not deserve to suffer at the hands of angry gods because of her poor judgment. Hylia had been at fault for all of this - the return of Seith, the opening of the Sacred Realm, Link's imprisonment, the shattering of the Triforce - and now - Majora coming to power. The least she could do was suffer the consequence of her past self's decisions. [break][break] She took a deep breath and nodded, her hand now taking Nynaeve's. She looked back at her, her gaze meeting the womans with concern and confidence. "I am sorry for the pain that my past selves have caused you and I wish I could reverse it. I am prepared to pay the price for my past live's poor judgment."
"You act so selflessly for a being of malevolence like me, Zelda of Hyrule."
A cold laugh came from behind the mask, before the witch grabbed the edge of her mask, and slid it off her face with a chuckle shaking through her. Normal dark eyes were a bright violet, and the familiar markings on Majora's Mask had appeared on Nynaeve's face. Any trace of the Gerudo Witch was buried under the influence of the Goddess. She stretched her jaw slightly, before putting the mask to the side, looking to Zelda.
"With our proximity to the Sacred Realm. My influence grows stronger, so my mask is not needed. Besides, I need to see this happen, young one. This moment has been long overdue, very much so. My faithful servant's mask will serve me well in this, be thankful I found a suitable vessel in preparation for this. For now, let us begin."
With the raise of a hand, Zelda suddenly felt her breath catch, and something was moving up her, from the core of her body, higher and higher. Nynaeve watched as her sight would be obstructed with the purest light, emerging from her wide-open mouth and eyes, as Hylia's divine power was pulled from her.
"You know, child, this is very similar to what my dear sister did to me in our youth. Pure, divine Hylia, never motivated by anger or hatred, but by spite. Jealous of the more beautiful sister, the more talented one, she promised me something behind my back, and then stabbed me in the back in the end. I was reduced to a mere shell of what I once was, a goddess driven mad. But I have found myself and my vengeance, and I... I..."
Zelda's sight came back, and she saw a bright energy hovering in Majora's hands. The Goddess was looking down at it, her teeth grit in a snarl, hands clenched as dark energy sparked between them.
"I could destroy her right now, take my rightful place where I belonged, and I could take my glory back. I could just... Annihilate..."
Her features fell, though, and she threw the divine energy to the ground, looking away from it. She turned to take the small flask of blood, and splashed it upon Hylia's power, where it glowed with an intense light, before becoming more viscious. Her hand raised, and she held it forth, willing her magic to take hold of it.
"No, sister. Annihilation is too good for you. I'm going to make you suffer like I did, and in your absence, make a beautiful new world. I don't need to cleanse this one, not yet. No moon, no death, no time, no terrible fate for anyone. I will have the Triforce, and once I do, only then will I let you even beg me for mercy, Hylia."
Her last word came out sharp and bitter, and with a closing of her hand, there was a burst of energy. When it faded, Zelda would hear the sound of wood hitting the ground, and before her feet would be a mask, in the likeness of the Goddess herself. Majora stood where she was, arms crossed, grinning. Her eyes were wide with wild excitement as she kept her gaze on what was left of her sister.
"It's almost ironic, no? Her presence in this world limited me so much, but I can feel a resurgence coming soon. It's coming back... Ah, but of course, your Hero."
Her gaze set on Zelda, and she put a finger to her lips.
"Do you hear her, Zelda? My sister's proudest creation. She's slumbered for so long, waiting for her Hero. It would be a crime to deny her what she wants."
Post by Zelda Hyrule on Jul 22, 2017 2:25:47 GMT -5
Intense pain formed in her chest, as her heart became heavy, and she froze in place, petrified by the divinity being ripped from her body. She wanted to scream, but it was as though her voice was stolen as light blinded her. She watched as the orb of light floated into the palm of Nynaeve's hand, and she let out a gasp for air, stumbling over against the sword as she wretched in fatigue. She barely heard the witch's words until the anger departed her lips, and then she looked up, wide eyed and in fear. [break][break] She made a terrible mistake, and she knew this. A selfish decision that could cause Hyrule's suffering to become greater. And yet, in that moment, she knew that this grave decision was mandatory of her. Whatever suffering would follow could be rewritten. Hyrule needed its hero; without him, her future descendants would crumble under Demise's might. It was the right thing to do. She had to assure herself of this. [break][break] She watched as the blood dripped upon the ball of light, and it erupted into a blaze. She shielded her eyes, when suddenly, it was dark. [break][break] Plop. [break][break] A wooden volto mask, white in color with gold bordering the eyes and lips, had fallen dormant onto the ground. Zelda was still breathing heavy as her trembling hand went to touch it, picking it up and looking over every detail. She could feel the magic within it, and yet... it was still just a mask. She stood back up slowly, lips touched by the goddess's finger. She looked to the sword, wondering just what it was that Majora had talked of. She often heard the legend of the voice within the sword; one only the hero could hear. Was this what she was talking about. [break][break] "So... I just put it on..." she murmured, taking a deep breath. As the mask went over her face, it clasped into place. She felt as though needles were ripping into her skin, as she let out a blood curdling shriek, contorting and collapsing once more, but in the blinding light, she was suddenly consumed by divinity, and transformed. [break][break] Where she stood, was her body - a vessel of her former incarnation. A bit taller than before, her hair pulled back in a ribbon, and her blue dress replaced by one of white, falling to her knees and draping over her frame like silk. She felt the same - and yet - the voice inside her was screaming. Crying in agony, trying to take hold of her in control.
What have you done!? it cried out, and fear draped over the Queen's face. "W-what..?" [break][break] She fought for control, stumbling a bit, as her voice broke, stuttering over itself. "Sister, what have you done--STOP!" [break][break] There was silence, as Zelda stood upright, looking around. The voice was gone. She had resisted it, sealing it away. She looked to Majora for a moment before then looking at the sword. She was so close to saving him. [break][break] Her hand took hold of the hilt of the blade, firmly grasping it before looking up at the Doors of Time. "...It's time to come home, Link." She lifted the sword up, struggling at first as it resisted her strength, but eventually it had loosened, lifting from the pedestal with a spark. [break][break] But in doing so, she had rejected the sword its true master, and the blade was shattered, falling to the floor without power. "Oh no..." she murmured quietly. "No, no, no..." she panicked, stammering over her words as she fell to collect the pieces. "No, this can't--w-we need this--what do we do!?" [break][break] The entire temple shook as the stone doors guarding the sacred realm began to open, and Zelda's eyes filled with fear as she looked to the witch in desperation. "They won't stay open without the sword--how are we--how do we fix this!?"
The sound of Hylia’s voice invoked an anger deep within Majora, one that burned with the intensity of a radiant sun. But Zelda took the reins of control again, and the goddess let out a sigh she hadn’t realized was being held in. With no hesitation, the vessel of Hylia stepped forward, the grace of her divinity apparent, and she drew the sword.
But when it shattered, they both started.
Majora’s on;y reaction was panic. She needed out, but this complicated things. There had to be another way. But no ideas came. She was nowhere near her former power, but to accomplish what she wanted, she couldn’t just hold the doors herself. But, as the doors open, she realized one thing.
She didn’t have to. Her back-up plan would suffice.
“Vessel of Hylia, we will have the time we need. But what you are about to witness is something a mortal hasn’t seen in centuries. It’s better when your enemies don’t know the full extent of your power, but you have seen too much as is. Bear witness.”
Suddenly, dark magic burst from Majora’s hand, and she held it forth, as around her, masks appeared from nowhere, masks similar to the ones Zelda had seen before. What was different, though, was the alien feeling of a presence of sorts, almost as they were alive. Nynaeve looked about, before reaching out to touch one, a mask of a woman cloaken in fire and ice.
Screams burst forth, as dark energy encircled the mask, and suddenly, they were in the presence of a tall being, a witch of fire and ice. Anyone familiar with the stories of the Gerudo of old would recognize the visage of Twinrova. The thrall took position between the stone doors of the Sacred Realm, and Zelda felt a surge of Majora’s divinity as it held the doors, ensuring they didn’t move. But Majora was not done.
She took another mask, a draconic one, and with a few words, it disappeared, in a flash of black flame. With that, the remaining masks disappeared, and she took Zelda’s hand.
“Time is of the essence. I can hold the doors, but I’m not sure for long. What I do know is if we want to save your hero, I need my full power. So the pact is this: free me, and we will have the time to save your precious hero. Understood?”
Without giving her time to respond, she pulled Zelda through the doors. Entering was agonizing for her, as suddenly, she felt the influence of multiple beings probing her mind at once. Demigods, great monsters, incarnations of evil alike. But what rose most to mind for Majora was the feeling of being in two places at once. She couldn’t focus.
“Drat… I should have anticipated this… Zelda. Trust my vessel’s judgment, she will help you find me.”
Suddenly, Majora tore the mask from Nynaeve’s face, and it disappeared in dark fire. The Gerudo fell to her hands and knees, gasping and pale. Confused, she looked around, but when she saw Zelda, her eyes went wide.
“It worked. That means we are… Oh no.”
She struggled to stand, but when she did, she took Zelda’s hand.
“My Mistress, she is here, all of her. We need to find her, and it will surely lead us to your hero. You must feel it too, her divinity. You may be Hylia’s vessel, but please, Queen of Hyrule, trust her this once. We must make haste.”
Post by Zelda Hyrule on Aug 12, 2017 9:35:43 GMT -5
Thou seek the light with an outstretched hand
A divine blade lies before you
So command the wake of dreams
To restore the world, cut ‘way the seams
Thoughts filled the young heir as power surged through her like a puppet, a feeling she could only compare as a familiarityof the sealing magic she had learned overtime; however, that power was only a mere slimmer of the conduit she held before her now. With the shards of the blade gathered before her hands, she trembled in a frenzy, murmuring over herself. A makeshift pile before the pedestal, the blade was no longer what it once was, but the fragments were sacred all the same.
Nynaeve spoke once more, and Zelda's head jerked up to face her, desperation scattering over her features as she waited for some kind of solution. A new power that considered to be much more than what she had already bear witness to, and though this should have rang several alarms in her - it didn't. They had to do something. Anything. Kill the very three goddesses themselves if need be, if it were possible. She nodded in agreement.
The Witch had pulled masks - one of fire and ice, and the other of a dragon. The two of them together unleashed an aura of calamity, as Zelda stepped several feet back, horror struck upon her divine eyes. The Witch then took the Queen's hand, and then she knew that it was imperative that the two make haste.
But the debt owed was much more than she had previously expected. In order to free her hero, she had to make a choice. One that could drastically change the course of war over her lifetime. Should Eleazar be struck down, perhaps this goddess would simply take it upon herself to take the kingdom while it is still weak.
Would that truly matter in the end without the hero though? Even in the ruins, if she and her people were to die, they would rise up from the ashes and the cycle would renew. Link's recovery was obligatory for their future generations.
But before the heiress could give her answer, she was suddenly dragged forth into the realm of wonders, and time was not on their side for long. There was a halt as they set forth - as they were entered within a chamber of sorts, glittered with gems and marble, with two doors on either side. She had read of this place as a child - The Chamber of Sages.
One door presumably allowed entrance to the Light Temple, where the Triforce once was guarded. The other... led to the prison beneath its structure. The entire realm had been warped with agony, with its balance being compromised by Seith. It seems that the Goddesses had cared not to restore it, as entrance had been sealed with no intention of ever reopening.
Shrieks and growls were evident from one side in particular, and Zelda knew that whatever lay inside could compromise their entire plan if they were not careful. She turned to Nynaeve, whom seemed visually weakened by entering into the realm. She spoke of her vessel, removed her mask, and suddenly the witch was freed of her possession.
The woman had wretched before her feet, and Zelda watched her in silence, waiting for her to get a handle on her surroundings, before her eyes had grown small at the realization of their location.
"M'lady, we don't have very much time," she said quietly as the woman had stood up before her. And as they connected their hands together, and the witch asked of her god's trust.
"I refuse to worry of what may happen in the future. Without Elinkar, we are doomed. If the goddess was to ever turn on us, it does not matter. Our cycle must be renewed."
She took a deep breath, stepping forward as she approached the two iron doors, realizing that only a sage's hand could properly open the door.
It was lucky of her family that the goddess reborn, was considered the leader of the sages. She took her free hand, palm facing the door as she waved it up slowly, and the doors began to open.
"Should anything happen, if we are to be separated, or something comes for us that we cannot defeat... save yourself," she spoke to Nynaeve quietly. "You are no more a pawn in this game than I am."
She stepped inside, the aura shifting from neutral to absolute chaos. The walls were bare, but everything was red. Dimly lit with a crimson aura, as the air became thicker. There were several turns at every corner, appearing like a maze. They would never find their desired in time if she couldn't act quickly.
She closed her eyes, trying with every bit of power she had to sense Majora's divinity, as well as her hero's, clouding out the auras of demons and other gods alike. And as her eyes reopened, she reinforced her grip on Nynaeve's hand as she quickly turned to the left, running swiftly through the halls.
"I can hear her!" she said in a hush tone. "They're this way!"
Nynaeve covered her mouth, feeling the threat of burning bile, as the nerves set in. She was given a divine task to perform, a great calling by her Lady, but this? She would have never expected this. The Sacred Realm was desecrated, left to rot with everyone inside it, and the cries of the damned haunted her. Very rarely was she shocked by these things, but this time was an exception. This… This wasn’t right.
But she had a duty.
She followed behind the Goddess-clad Princess, as the doors to the prison opened, and she shuddered. Still, she stood tall, swallowing down her fear.
“Lady Zelda, I am no pawn, just a loyal servant. Let us do what me must and be done with this… Gods above…”
As they ran through the hallways, Nynaeve could see individual prisons, with all manners of beasts and humanoids. All eyes turned to them that could, and with some of the glares came ridicule.
“HYLIA! I should have ripped out your throat when I had the chance!”
“You wear the face of a sham, little maiden. You believe the lies of a false god.”
“Little witch, your masked goddess will be my prey, then your world.”
Zelda’s intuition was leading them the right way, though, and as they turned a last corner, the cell where Majora was kept before them, and Nynaeve ran forward, hands taking the bars of the cell. But, before Zelda could open the seal upon it, they heard a low, menacing laugh from the neighboring cell, and with a crash against the metal bars, a humanoid figure clad in purple grabbed onto them, looking out.
“Well, I’ll be. I never expected to see the embodiment of Hylia in a hellhole like this. The one in that cell has been muttering about this plan for generations on generations, O Great Goddess, ever since your precious hero struck her down. But listen to me, not her. I’ve seen what you can do, what your hero can do. I can do better. We met before, very many years ago, on less than favorable terms. Not the Hylia you, but the Hylian you. Zelda, was it? My, you were just as irresistible then as you are now…”
He trailed off, then sighed, stepping back.
“But you wouldn’t free me because it tramples your plan, doesn’t it? Typical, all Hylia’s reincarnations have been hyperfocused on the cycle of reincarnation. For years I’ve yearned for you but now…”
Suddenly, dark magic shook the cell, and clawed hands grabbed the bars again, as she looked upon the visage of the same man, but in a demonic form now. His voice distorted low, and he looked right into Zelda’s eyes.
“Now that you’re here I want to rip you limb from limb. Mark my words, I will escape, and I will find you. And you might find that I won’t be so kind as I was the last time we met. I swear it by my name, Vaa-“
Suddenly, he choked, and the magic faded, diminishing and returning him to his humanoid form. A bored sigh came from Majora’s cell, and for the first time, Zelda got a good look at the Goddess’ corrupted form. What was once a form of beauty and grace such as Hylia was now exotic and demon-like. Yellow eyes peered out at the duo, as Majora leaned against the door of her cell, and shot the other god a look.
“Don’t listen to Vaati there. He’s all bark, no bite. I shut him up for the time being. Now, we need to get to work. I feel my masks waning already. The fatal design flaw is to unlock these seals, the power of the Golden Goddesses, or the Divine Sisters, is needed. And seeing as I’m half, now you see why I can influence the real world and these buffoons can’t. So let’s-“
Majora paused, her eyes turning blank, and she gasped. Nynaeve stepped forward, concerned for her liege, but Majora snapped back to, and stepped back.
“Quickly. Break the seal. Some beings in here aren’t locked up like us, and they’re making a break for it. We must make haste. Free me, and lead me to your hero. Nynaeve, you must don the mask as soon as the cell opens.”
The witch nodded, then gasped as she felt the influence of her Goddess take hold of her again. With a shudder, she opened her now yellow eyes, and, inside her vessel once again, Majora raised her hand. Calamity burst from it, striking the seal, and it partially opened.
“You made your choice by coming in here. Unlock this seal, then shed the mask and give it to me. I know just where to find our hero.”
Post by Zelda Hyrule on Aug 16, 2017 13:59:40 GMT -5
Thou seek the light with an outstretched hand
A divine blade lies before you
So command the wake of dreams
To restore the world, cut ‘way the seams
The words of the many demons and gods that surrounded them in their cells had penetrated Zelda's ears like knives. She did everything she could to keep her composure, a silently bearing their malice as the two continued to move forward. Despite the courage that kept her going, there was a part of her that second guessed every decision she was making; constantly questioning whether this was the right decision.
You're a princess, not a warrior. It's not your job to jump through hoops like this. And despite knowing that this wasn't true... the words began to repeat themselves as the voices and echoes of the angry prisoners grew louder.
As they continued to move forward, Zelda had a feeling that their God they were looking for was just ahead. "We're almost there! Just here!" she said to Nynaeve as they went to move toward the cell--
“Well, I’ll be. I never expected to see the embodiment of Hylia in a hellhole like this--"
Zelda halted, slowly turning her head to face a shadowed figure within the cell to her side. Red eyes watched her like daggers as a soothing, charming voice filled her senses and he approached the bars quietly. He talked of charming her, allowing to free him so that he may do right instead of Majora, but something was off about him.
Despite never seeing this man in his life - as he had mentioned, he had known one of her past incarnations... which meant that this was a very dark and powerful being whom caused trouble for Hyrule in the past.
"You know nothing about me," she murmured, growling lightly under her breath at his compliment, as she took a step back.
Suddenly, a shift in the air had managed to possess over the demonic lord, as he went from pure composure to uncontrollable rage. His words became vicious and darkness surrounded him like sheets of silk - large, corrupted hands grasping onto the bars and causing her to gasp, pressing herself up against the wall as her eyes watched him carefully.
He stopped, choking on his words, before falling onto his knees and returning to human form.
Words echoed from another cell - the one that they had intended to visit in the first place. She turned, facing what appeared to be their true Goddess... however she looked much more different than she previously imagined.
Contorted magic, bright yellow eyes, no mortal would ever be able to imagine, the Goddess spoke of quickly unsealing her from the cell. In order to do so... she would have to leave her divinity behind.
But what if one of the gods destroys it or uses it?
She tried not to question Majora's actions, but the thoughts lingered of what would become of the mask once they escaped. But before they had time to truly dwell on the consequences of the future, it had become known that gods and demons were trying to make a break for the Sacred Realm exit. They must act quickly.
"So we just... leave it here?" she murmured. Before she could wait to be given an answer though, the Queen pressed her fingers against her temples, feeling a tingling sensation as she began to press into her skin, pulling back lightly as though she would rip the flesh from her own face.
Another scream - this time more controlled, as she groaned in pain, shrieks of anguish escaping from her clenched teeth before the wooden mask fell to the tile. She took a deep breath, her hair have coming out of its bun and falling over her like a veil. Sweat permeated on her forehead, and shivers fell down her like tidal waves.
She looked up to the goddess, whom had taken control of Nynaeve once more, a shaken hand slowly taking hold of the mask before raising it up to the witch's grasp, relinquishing it under her.
Majora felt the cold wood of Hylia’s mask as Zelda handed it to her, a finger ghosting over its features. Her eyes met her sister’s, trapped in a frozen stare, before she stepped forward, into the cell.
“Worry not, Zelda. I can feel your worries about somebody taking Hylia and using her. But she is not prisoner to this realm, she is prisoner to me. And I am not so lax as your Golden Goddesses…”
Zelda watched as she went back into her cell, placing the mask upon a pedestal, then stepped back, looking around. When she emerged, she held another mask, the bloodshot mask Zelda knew far too well, and she held it up.
“Let this be the reminder who the real warden of this prison is.”
Suddenly, the cage sealed shut, and dark magic ran along the edges of the door, converging at the four center points. Majora stepped forward, placing the mask over it, where it snapped to the metal. For a brief moment, there was a flash of light behind it, and one could briefly hear a sound of protest, but the sealing magic muffled it.
“Sorry to deprice you of company, Vaali dear. My sister isn’t the chatty type anyhow. Butdon’t worry, I’ll come and visit you in, say… A millenia.”
The warlock could only watch as Majora stepped forward to Zelda, taking her hand. There was something noticeably different about the goddess, in demeanor as much as power. She had no more concern, as she calmly led Zelda away from her old prison and back into the twisting hallways of the labrynth. Voices that raised to ridicule Zelda muted at even sensing Majora’s power, and they walked in relative silence. The whole time, Majora was smiling, softly.
Finally, she spoke as they stopped before a door. Majora’s hand left Zelda’s, and she stepped to it, looking at the seal upon it.
“Well, little princess, a deal is a deal. I’m putting him in your care, for the time being. He may be my hero, but you helping me get back at my sister – that is reward enough for this century. You have seen his punishment in dreams locked away, but I will forewarn you. What he has faced may not have left much of the hero you remember. Get him back, or you’ll suffer a fate worse than hers.”
Turning on her heel, Majora stepped forward, hand pressing against the seal on the door. A hissing sound caught Zelda’s ear, and her face contorted in pain as calamity pulsed from her into the lock. With a cry, she tore her hand back, and it shattered, door swinging open. And there, Zelda saw him. He was chained, but as the door opened, the chains faded. Link fell forward, barely conscious as he hit the ground. The goddess stepped forward, leaning down next to him, and beckoned Zelda in.
“He is weaker than I feared… I will carry him out, so stay close beh-“
The goddess paused, only for a second, before shooting up, stepping to the doorway. The atmosphere changed, and the room got colder. Majora cursed in some ancient language, and looked out the door.
“Correction. Opening that seal caught the attention of every being in here. Remember those ones I told you were trying to escape? They want the Hero’s blood, and it just dripped in the water. You’re going to need to steel yourself, this is going to hurt.”
The steel door slammed shut as Majora turned away from it. She placed a hand on both Zelda and Link, and suddenly, she began chanting under her breath, some sort of ancient Hylian mantra. Her dark magic flowed about them, flames flickering in a circle. Their sound was drowned out by the crash of something against metal, and the door crumpled. Majora did not pause, and as she continued, Zelda felt the pull of something on her. Majora’s magic was changing, becoming more abstract, as if veins of power ran through it, and suddenly, it pulled on her life force.
In a flash of Twilight energy, they were gone from the Sacred Realm. Before the Ruins, the end of their portal formed, the three tumbling through it. The Goddess was the first on her feet, cursing. With a flash of fire, her masks appeared before her, but one fell to the ground in halves, that of a Twili woman. Wish a sigh, she let it burn into nothingness, and ran towards the Sacred Realm’s doors. Her effigy of Twinrova was there, but with a touch, it dissipated. The doors of the Sacred Realm slammed shut, and the sealing magic activated once again. With a sigh, Majora sat against it, sliding down the wall as she laughed, loud and cheerful.
“After so many long years… No more mask. No more prison. I’m finally free. Finally…”
Post by Zelda Hyrule on Aug 17, 2017 14:41:34 GMT -5
Join in our prayer, in our song of birthrights and love
Come the sun, illuminate the sky
Pray that we may quell the dark - Light take the throne
Lost in thoughts all alone
As the mask was placed upon the pedestal of the cell, Majora had called out her worries to ease them. Despite the magic that was used to properly bind it and keep it out of reach - as concerning as it would be to most people, Zelda had felt a bit of relief in knowing that no common gods or monsters would be able to simply pluck the mask to do whatever they pleased.
Of course, as soon as the cell was locked tight, the two would have to leave the area. But before doing so, Majora had taken a turn to the warlock within his prison whom watched them silently after the mask was removed. And then Majora had said his name was Vaati.
Suddenly, Zelda's stomach turned, remembering the stories of her previous incarnation within texts, and their defeat of the legendary warlock whom stole women and power alike. Looking into his eyes, she not only felt a terror as they beaded around her, but she felt a sudden curiosity as well. Not because he intrigued her in that way, but more so... she was looking at living history. Living legend. And the events of her lifetime began to feel small in comparison to every cycle that has ever come to be known.
They began to walk - slowly. Zelda was anxious and although impatient and wanting to make a break for it, she knew better than to rush the Goddess who had spent an endless amount of time to carefully plan this. Surely she knew much better than a young girl who knew nothing of this realm. The silence was uncanny - the vivid voices of anger that had loomed over their arrival had suddenly halted to a shameful quiet. It was as if they knew what would happen if they spoke out of line.
Just... just what was Majora capable of to cause these demons to shut right up in her presence?
They arrived to a door after several minutes of walking through the maze. It was shut tightly, no window or hole to look through - chained up as if a dangerous beast was on the other side. There was a divine seal on it - something to ensure that it would not be broken easily, and the goddess immediately used her power to break it.
For some reason, it caused Zelda pain. The noise filled her and everything went hazy, as she closed her eyes, hands cupped over her ears quickly and with force. But as the blight had left from the seal, the door began to open, and she was left to look inside. As the seal had broken upon the door, the restraints were lifted from whomever was inside - and Zelda could see hands dangling in the air, blonde hair tucked over his eyes, a man badly bruised and burnt, fall forward with barely any life within him.
"Oh my god," Zelda's voice trembled, fear leveling up in the back of her throat like bile. Her eyes became glossy, and she was trying to hold back tears from seeing her hero in such a desperate state. She was invited inside when the goddess kneeled before him.
She didn't have to ask twice.
Zelda made way into the room and fell to her knees, her hands pushing his hair out of his face as she tried to keep him elevated, "Stay with me, we're getting you out of here," she whispered to him, trying to get some kind of response from his hazy eyes. "It's okay, it's over, it's--" Zelda looked up to Majora, whom shot to the doorway and peered into the hall. The room grew cold, and she could see her breath as the lighting grew dimmer. "What? What's wrong?"
Majora explained of the revenge-hungry gods as they would seek out the hero. "Do whatever you need to!" Pain was not a worry of hers, as the door of the prison cell shut tightly and the Majora began her work.
Zelda felt constricted, like tiny threads were wrapping around her body and pulling tightly, as if to slice clean sheets of her muscle and bone apart. Her throat closed, and her head became heavy as she shielded over the hero's body, shaking as some kind of energy was pouring within her - while also pouring out of her. Every particle of her being became separate - as though she could control and take away each one, and suddenly, they vanished.
They tumbled out of a portal, Zelda still clung to the hero's body as she pulled him away from the Doors of Time. Majora had removed her visages from using their power as the doors shut quickly. With a sigh of relief, Zelda finally felt at ease.
They did it. But at what cost?
She looked down at her hero, still limp and somewhat unresponsive - but her attention was brought back to the goddess, whom had been laughing cheerfully for her freedom. She took a deep breath, knowing that she would surely pay the consequences for this later. "Please do not let me regret this later," she said carefully. "Yes, you are free... but do not give the hero a reason to seek you out if and when he returns to full health."
She did not mean that as a threat. She meant it with sincere concern. She knew Link - and every Link was the same - if they felt someone was dangerous, they would put an end to it.
"I only wish for you to enjoy your freedom. So long as it does not impede on the lives of my people."
She looked back down at her hero, his head rested in her lap as she continued moving the hair out of his face. Most of her troops were nowhere near the camp yet... but there must have been some doctors around, at the very least. "He needs medicine. And he needs rest..." she murmured, feeling heavy herself. Everything was moving around her, and before she could bring herself to leave the place, she fell beside her hero, and everything went black.