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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
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Renounce her very being. It caused pause in the Goddess of Space, and then she took her mask forth, looking down at its bloodshot eyes, staring into the visage she had built herself around for all these millennia, only to throw it away? Conflict built up in her, and she felt the ties of temptation again. Hylia was right, she was no longer divine. Majora just had to call upon her divine form, and she could end this, remake Hyrule in her image, and defeat Demise herself. Slowly, she turned the mask in her hands, stared into the smooth, sanded pattern of the scale it was crafted from.
This was her chance.
But she paused, and with a sigh, lowered the mask, nodding.
"I know of them, some have been my handiwork. But what you ask me is... To sacrifice everything I've held dear since we last fought, everything I am, sister. I don't have your selflessness, I only have... Me. And now you ask me to lose it, become somebody else. I..."
Another look at her hands, and then she let the mask go, letting it drop the the floor with a clatter, turned from it, facing away from her sister.
"You are a fool, Hylia, but you were always the smarter of the two. But the flaw in your plan is that such a process would take generation on generation to perfect. Unless... We had your chosen use the power you did leave her. The Ocarina of Time could take us to the past, to a time where we could access another world, and there I can create what we need to defeat Ganon. But... There is something I must do first. Something I should have done before."
With a quick movement, she turned, lifting her foot, and drove it through her own Divine Mask, shattering it into pieces. And then, with a single look and a silent Forgive me, she disappeared, to right her wrongs.
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The battle was still at a halt, the disturbance of the divine having still confused and entranced those who had stood above it all, and not known the gravity of what was occurring. But all looked skyward at the feeling of nothingness becoming something, and suddenly, Majora stood in air above the battleground, staring down at the devastation she had caused. She paused, looking around, before meeting eyes with one in particular, the hero she fought for, and the goddess shed a single tear. her fight was over.
"This war is over."
With a wave of her hand, her divine power was drawn from her army, her battle-bards and warriors alike no longer embraced in her divinity. The masks she had given out, empowered with the souls of the lost, were drawn from the faces of those who donned them, and they all gathered to her, shining with divine power. And all were obliterated, in their place a shining soul left in its place. Her armies threw down their swords, howling in despair, but she did not stop, the souls she had long trapped her only focus.
"You did not deserve the fate you were given. I offer you this chance to be reborn, and beg you find forgiveness in your new lives. Be free, and live once again."
And then she was gone, as twilight set in over the battlefield. The forces of Majora were quick to fold without their empowerment, taken in as prisoners of war, and within hours, the flag of Hyrule flew once again atop the castle.
They had won. They had beat the goddess herself.
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It was hours before Majora returned to her sister, and not alone. In tow with her was a host of individuals, confused and lost. Hylia, with the memories of Zelda, would recognize Nynaeve among them, the Gerudo looking to the Goddess of Space as if she were familiar, but foreign at the same time. Majora knelt on one knee before Hylia, and bowed her head.
"Sister, in my absence, please guide these lost souls. I do not deserve to lead them, as I trapped them in my hubris for eons. Help them find purpose in their new lives, please. I will denounce my divinity, and we will create a new land to foster the growth of a new Triforce. Where you will govern Hyrule, I shall Lorule. And, as we should have done before, we will face this together, not as enemies. Just... Please, forgive me, sister. I have been a fool."
The chains of time were bound, and the abomination of their worst nightmare froze in place, stuck between the time between seconds, and Majora saw her chance. The very earth around them rumbled as she closed space around Ganon, pushing against a near immovable object. With a loud cry, she shoved her magic forward, and with a crack, Ganon was gone. Majora fell to her hands and knees, panting, arms and legs shaking with the sheer exertion that took.
"I... Think that buys us time. Precious few moments, but... It will hold for now. But what does this mean, why was that.... Monster here?"
She slowly stood up, slowly so as to not collapse entirely, and looked around at this prison, seeing the design of it. Something was keeping him there, and as she stepped forward, she cursed under her breath as she recognized what held him in place. Majora had been there during the advent of the Sheikah's technology, but this was new.
"This is Sheikah work... A siphon, of sorts. Were they keeping him here to power something? Of all the foolish-"
She shook her head, and took one last cursory glance around, gathering what she could. This had to be a cruel prank. Who would have the power to trap the reincarnation of Demise like that? Unless...
"Only those of the royal family, or the hero, would have the power to subdue Demise in such a way. Sister, we must figure out why, and ready ourselves. I predict weeks at worst, but to Demise that will be a blink. We must steel ourselves. If I must, I will concede this war to you. But we must do something."
Panic set in, as Majora looked around, for something, anything to help them. Every point in space she could see, but nothing. The hero was locked in battle with one of her soldiers, but she knew without the power of Courage, he stood little to no chance against the embodiment of the Calamity.
So if the Calamity was a threat to the world, it would no longer be on the world. All she needed was a little help, and a little time.
As she put her hand on her sister's shoulder, she felt herself focus, this not being her first experience using the boon of time to aid her magic. But it would take their combined power to even just contain this beast for a short while. She tapped into the flows of time magic that enveloped her sister, raised her own hand, and whispered to Hylia.
"Our quarrel means nothing if this beast lives. Trust me with this."
To be put out of space was one thing, but to create dimensions, just her power alone wouldn't do. She wove what she needed to contain the Calamity, and left patterns of time magic along the stitchwork of space, a template for Hylia to follow. Her face was strained, and all about the castle, spatial anomalies began to occur. She had to break the very laws that she had set to create this pocket, as the beast tore another chain loose. She clenched her fist harder, feeling the fragile fabric of reality rip, and as the beast broke a third chain, and a fourth, it was enveloped in a sphere of nothingness, closed off from the realm of light. But it would all be for naught if Hylia didn't act.
"I know not your magic as well as you, so act quick. Freeze it in time, and we will divert this calamity, sister!"
The pain she felt was great, but as she grit her teeth, planting a foot harder as she held her spell, she knew nothing was more important than this. Her world would not die to the likes of this beast, even if it meant concession to Hylia.
Everything was frozen in place, as the chains of time magic encompassed every aspect of Majora the renegade goddess had summoned, and then Hylia was gone from her view, pain shooting through every body she was in. She cried out, recoiling where she should, and the copy of herself held down grabbed the wrist restraining her, listening to Hylia, in all her radiant self-righteousness, preach that what she was doing was for the greater good. But she was given no quarter to speak, Hylia was willing to end her, her magic focused on her weapon, and Majora knew it was time to act.
"Not so easily, sister!"
She could only cast the spell for a moment, but that was all she needed. She felt herself coalesce to a singular form again, the remnants fading to ash, and felt the squeeze of Hylia's hand on her neck, watched the blade descend. With a cry, she did the unthinkable - her own space shrank into an instant, and she saw, for the briefest of moments, everything at the scale of infinity, and it was in that moment she let her spell loose. From singularity to being again, she appeared, occupying a space a few feet back from where she was restrained, and with it came a wave of pure kinetic energy. Any human would crumple, broken, to this, but Majora knew to Hylia, this was just an old trick. She could waste no time. She had space, and space was all she needed. As she talked, she coaxed another pinpoint of space between her hands, which pulsed purple as she stoked the flame, and spoke.
"If you so readily follow the creator's orders, Hylia, you are lost. You have no clue what my post even was, so don't pretend that what you're doing is right, sister. Our place in the universe is together. All I desire is my place in the cosmos, and a sister who treats me as one, and not some monster. I resent you so, so much, and it kills me that I still love you, Hylia, but you will not stand between me and the earth I created, the people I made for your ideals. You've fallen, sister, so it's time for judgment. If I can't take my place alongside you as an equal, this world has no use for goddesses. If I can't inhabit the Sacred Realm... Nobody can."
With a flick of her hand, the throne room shimmered, shifted, before fading for an instant, as Majora expanded the singularity she was controlling, another exhausting instant, and then her feet hit stone, and the spell dropped, rumbling the cavern they were in. A quick chuckle from Majora. Her plan was nigh.
And then she froze, the eys of the mask she wore not focused on Hylia, but instead behind her sister, and actually took a step back from Hylia, frozen in place. This wasn't the Sacred Realm. It wasn't anywhere remotely close. And, as stone began to fall from the ceiling, the rumbling subsided, Majora saw just what she had destroyed. A hand reached to her face, removing the mask, and Hylia could see something in her sister's eyes - fear, not of Hylia, but whatever she saw, whatever her spell had focused on. Any confidence in her stance was gone as she spoke, softly.
"This... This is impossible..."
Shakily, she pointed behind Hylia, at exactly what she had destroyed.
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Above them, in the castle, a wave of force rumbled through the ground, shaking everyone in combat off their feet, and when they stood, everyone was frozen, wondering what exactly was going on. For several moments, the battle was frozen.
"Choice? Choice? It was NEVER a matter of choice, we were meant to work in tandem! You forget, Hylia, if this duel is to be our last, I shall have to be freed, and you will remember who created every fiber of space in this universe. Do not insinuate you are any better than I am!"
The foundation of the castle rumbled around them, matched to the shallow, angered breathing of the Goddess as she faced down the rapier pointed at her, eyes a narrow pinpoint of unbridled fury. The mere insinuation that she was second best was absurd, it was never about being the best. All she wanted was Hylia to feel the pain she did, and though she had expected this of her sister, it still pained her - and filled her with mirth.
"You bastardized the world in your image, thinking yourself higher than any else, only to go and make yourself a mockery. You chose the best of your creations, and made her bear your burden, work towards your goals, and for what? To make yourself feel better? No, the cosmic balance is restored today."
She lifted her hands, the rumbling intensifying, to the point that cracks were forming in the walls, the pillars. With a deep breath, she reached her magic out and felt all around her, wove her being into every atom of matter she could around her, and as her eyes opened, she let her spell loose. Space itself twisted, and multiple, hooded figures sudden;y came from nothingness, all hovering around Hylia, all dressed the same as her, but faces hidden. With a low laugh, Majora raised her hood, obscuring her face as well, and then all the clones raised their hands, bringing them down in a sharp swipe.
There was a sound, as if the whole room took a sharp breath, and space mended itself, bringing the closest points it could closer to each other to re-stitch the fabric of reality. There was little time as the clones were pulled with that space, quicker than a blink, and they all struck forward, with a onyx black knife.
"I never enjoyed killing our people Hylia, I really didn't. But what I'm about to do to you, I'm going to enjoy very much."
The throne room was entirely devoid of all life except the Goddess of Chaos, her back turned to the princess who had (quite rudely) barged her way in amidst the chaos. A siege like this was foreseen, but the size had caught her armies off guard. Not that these lives actually mattered to Majora, she had much bigger aspirations for this battle. She knew Zelda would come, the two were inexplicably linked to the center of this conflict. Without looking back, she drew the sword from her hip scabbard, steel sliding against steel, echoing through the empty hall, and she held it down at her left side.
"And this is what it had to come to, I see. I hope your trip to Termina was enjoyable, though I must say I'm not pleased with your choice of souvenir from there. Can you feel the divinity running through you again, Zelda of Hyrule, or will you even be able to contain that power with how frail you've become? Because, either way, it matters not. No matter what happens here, I win. Your resistance is admirable, but fruitless."
She turned, eyes locked onto the princess before her, and descended from the throne, sword raising to point directly at Zelda's heart. Despite normally coming off as calm, Majora's expression was one of pure malice, to the point where the blade was trembling in her grip. The anticipation of this moment, millennia of waiting, and now her chance to end Hylia was here. Her sister would die, and she would be returned to her former grace. All would bow, all would revere her as the hero goddess. He would finally be hers.
"You took it all from me, Hylia! You may have long forgotten, but there is no room for mercy in my heart now. I used it to save your precious hero, the one stolen from me, and yet you still slight me! Once again, I've already won. I will have my revenge upon you, and I will once again feel the comfort of the divine I have been denied for so long! No longer will I have to hide behind masks and those weak mortals! We could have been great together, but your hubris will be your undoing."
And with a flash of fire, the familiar mask appeared in her free hand, and she looked down at it, before giving Zelda one last, long glare. Her hand raised to her face, and once it fit into place, there was a brief moment of unnatural silence, almost as if a wave of it had burst from Majora. Outside the throne room, the battle halted for the briefest of moments, as the unnerving feeling washed over the entirety of the castle grounds.
And then the mask snapped to action, almost as if alive, tendrils bursting from it and burying into the Goddess. From beneath the carved wood, she screamed, the echo of it shaking the room itself. Millennia of hatred, of pain, of undiluted rage filled the goddess, as her body spasmed and jerked, before she went limp, leaning back and facing the wall. She was still for a moment, before standing up, the unblinking eyes of Majora's Mask focused on Zelda. She spoke, and though she should have been muffled, Zelda could hear her clearly, as if she were right next to her.
"Don your pathetic mask, vessel of Hylia, and then we solve this as we should have all those years ago."
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When time began, there was just that. Time, a concept given sentience that grew bored of a timeless expanse of nothing. And, to its delight, the nothingness filled with space, and these concepts were suddenly things, goddesses of a new universe. The sisters were creators together, checks and balances to each other, and thus creation began. They made light, dark, life, death, air and water. But when it came to the creation of sentient life, they grew split over one creation that stood over the rest. The sisters feuded, and Time eventually stood over Space. Vowing her vengeance, she swore to never help her sister again, and withdrew to her own pocket of space, where she could not be found. She schemed, and took the name Majora, taking the creations that her sister so lovingly worked on, and turned them into vessels to exact her own influence indirectly. Thus, the sisters represented a duality of light and dark, perfect balance teetering.
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Well, that’s what the stories would tell you about them. Little is known of the goddesses and their actual falling out, but the brief mentions of Majora in modern history come in scraps of mention of her influence in a land called Termina. Tired of Hylia’s influence overshadowing her own, she took the vessel of a Skull Kid, using him to sow chaos in the land she had her focus on, until she was faced by the Hero of Time, the champion of Hylia, and was defeated when he donned the Fierce Diety mask. As she crawled away in her defeat, she was weakened enough that her sister was able to corner her and trap her in the Divine Realm, though remnants of her influence existed in the lands of Termina and Hyrule. These masks would find themselves drawn to those fated to serve a side of divinity not associated with Triforce, nor time. She was able to keep a weak enough hold on the world that it went widely unnoticed, and she waited in her prison for the right time to strike.
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And when the gods of the Divine Realm escaped, she joined them, not in the ensuing battle, but in escape. She had higher ambitions. And sowed greater items of her influence across Hyrule, implanting her powers within her most devout followers. They were given one mission: serve well after the eventual re-sealing of the Gods, and wait for the time to trick the vessel of Hylia, in her despair, to make an act of desperation. And the moment came. Her High Priestess, Nynaeve, tricked Zelda Hyrule into opening the Divine Realm by sacrificing her divinity, in order to save her hero. And, as a result, Majora walked freely on Hyrule, her sister now the one trapped in the Divine Realm. Then, her planning begun. She began conscripting more to her cause, working in the shadows to manipulate those she could that held positions of power. But it seems, as of now, she has higher ambitions in mind, and her eyes seem particularly set on Hyrule Castle…
THE TWISTED: Majora holds a collection of souls that she has collected in the millennia she has existed, stored in masks she keeps within folds upon folds of space. She can call their physical forms by simply willing them, or allow others to use the powers of the individual’s soul by donning it. [break][break] SALVATION: Majora can extract people’s souls from their bodies, provided they submit to her in order to do so. These souls are put into mask form, and stored among her collection. [break][break] SPACIAL PARADOX: Majora can exist in two places at once, due to her mastery over the concept of space. These separate versions of her are capable of unique conversation and action, but share one consciousness. In addition, nothing but divine magic can hurt her in this state. However, she is unable to use her other powers when using this. [break][break] TIME’S END: Just as the manipulation of time can rewind the actions she takes in manipulating space, Majora can nullify the effects of time on herself and those around her. She is capable of causing the effects of temporal manipulation to affect another space entirely, rendering it effectively useless. Less effective against Hylia’s full power, however, and falters completely if her concentration is broken. [break][break] DIVINITY: Majora can create life and matter as she pleases, though is unable to take at a whim, as a rift in the equilibrium of space and time would take both her sister’s power and hers to fix. [break][break]
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OTHER: Countless masks of powerful servants whose souls she has saved over time.
"Be careful what you ask for, Zora. You might get just what you want."
"It takes a strange perspective of lady luck if you think I am here to praise you, Zora."
With a sigh, she turned her head to face the newcomer, almost moving as if she were bored. She raised her hand in a half shrug to Alex, letting her head droop a bit.
"Must you intrude? I'm a little busy at the moment, and you just walk by like I haven't already rolled out the welcome carpet for myself. Boy-king of Termina, you-"
And suddenly, she paused, head cocking, and slowly, she removed her mask, her eyes watching Alex from over the rim. They narrowed in suspicion, eyes focused on the cloth-covered item he was carrying. Something felt far too familiar about it, it reeked of something akin to her own power.
They both saw a flicker of concern on her face, but she composed herself and put her mask back on, facing the pirate once again.
"Since you're so insistent on demanding answers from a god, I'll entertain what might be your last moments. Every life in Termina, in Hyrule, in this world, belongs to me. I was here when I watched all your kind drag yourselves from the muck, and I would be here until the last of you fall. But I have the power to save this world - to save everyone. When one's life expires as destiny intends it, I find them, and take upon me the burden of their soul. They live on with me until the final salvation comes, and I will shape this land into a paradise for those I save.
But you? You twist a thorn into destiny, you take lives before their time, and I lose them. You are taking my possessions, and using them as you please, and claiming it to be in my name. That is the sin I charge you with, pirate. But I've changed my mind. Destiny's path may be meeting your stride soon enough."
She turned, back to the two, and looked over her shoulder at Alex, standing in front of the glass of the clock face overlooking Clock Town.
"There's only one reason you would walk in here with such confidence around me. You know me capable of destroying this land, but you have something you think I'm scared of. Cut the suspense and just take it out, already. I recognize that scent far too well."
tags: @alastor Alexander du Ikana notes: majora uchiha reveals her keikaku
"Be careful what you ask for, Zora. You might get just what you want."
The words echoed around the whole of Clock Town, the whisper seducing but chilling, and found their way to the Zora pirate. Almost as if they were a command, the gears of the clock tower froze, shuddering to a halt, and the bell rang, a clear, dissonant note. The very shadows themselves seemed to be stirring in fear at what the world was hearing. As the loud chime of the bell faded, a single step could be heard, before red fire burst into being around the pirate.
"You know, there are much better ways to get my attention, Alastor. But you've had it for quite some time, you just never realized it."
If he were to turn, he would see a figure close to his height, horns, green eyes and red skin distinguishing her otherwise from a normal resident of Termina. She was not looking at him, but instead at a mask she held in her hand, staring into the eyes of the Gerudo's face with something akin to... Pain? Suffering? Anger? He couldn't be sure, but he didn't have long to decipher it, as she looked up to him.
"Now, if you're done playing god, why don't you let a real goddess do it."
The same fire that surrounded them in a circle burst forth in the hand that held the mask, and the fires around them grew tall, figures dancing in their embers. The mask dropped, with a single "clink" of wood, and all the fires burned black, before the figures became more than just embers, but beings, female beings with red hair and masks twisted in shapes of agony. The all carried the weapons of pirates, and all had deep scars, clearly from previous injuries. And they all raised their weapons as the woman snapped, pointing at him.
"The child goes free, pirate. If you don't, I can promise that I won't be as kind as these souls I saved from your bloodthirst. No need for him to call for me in Hell."
Another mask appeared in dark flames in her hand, and she put it on her face, the bloodshot visage staring at Alastor. Majora's Mask.