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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.
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.
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.
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."
[attr="class","Vtrait"]Jealousy runs in her blood, and she refuses to be seen as inferior to her sister.
[attr="class","Vtrait"]She is arrogant and prideful.
[attr="class","Vtrait"]She tends to work on a whim, and her impulsiveness has hurt her in the past.
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.
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.
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]
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."
"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.
"We are well aware of the survival of Princess Zelda, and what her folly has wrought. Common folk may not be privy to such information, but the waters bring information to Zora ears faster than word of mouth. Weeks has it been, but my eyes and ears know what you have told me."
Majora smirked, and her Zora puppet did in kind, leaning forward on the table to rest her chin on folded hands. Her gaze seemed like it was piercing into Gael, though she remained her composure. She had to, getting this right was crucial to her agenda. A chain of events had to be put into motion for this to work.
"But, your Highness, as joyous as the news of the survival of the Princess and her Hero is, I can't help but be concerned about your... Direction. Zelda may have a hand in this, but we are not a council who decides the repercussions of Hylian diplomacy. We are, first and foremost, the protectors, judges, and leaders of the Zora people. Hyrule has never concerned us, as the seas are domain, yet you flounder about on land as if you were part of Princess Zelda's retinue. Your priority is your people, your Highness, but your foresight is clouded by the need for revenge against your brother."
Her posture changed, as she sat back in her chair, pondering her thoughts, before the smile was wiped off her face. Her pieces were in place. She just had to put him in check. Slowly, she stood, and pointed at him.
"As a member of this council, and in the best interest of the Zora, I deem you, Gaelio Undine, unfit for a role of such power. It is apparent you have a conflict of interest, one that would possess you to put the lives of Zora at risk when this is clearly Hyrule's problem. Let them deal with the Goddess as they will, and let us prosper in the depths as we have for centuries."
"Well, this most certainly sounds like a problem, doesn't in, Prince?"
The Zora that had spoken crossed her legs, blue hair shifting as she rested her chin on her hands. She was well recognized as a leader of a small village of Zora in the Zora Sea, having taken over after her husband had died. She was well-liked, and admittedly beautiful. What no one in the council knew, though, was her real purpose there.
Or who was doing the thinking for her.
Foolish prince, your council is already mine. Even your own people are my mask, dear. Now let's play.
"But I'm sure you sense our doubt of what you have to tell us, Prince. Your own brother is too far gone, and you didn't do the one thing that would ensure the safety of our people. If what you say is true, then your brother is too far gone, and you have endangered us all. We not only have to deal with a mad prince, but now a rogue Goddess? Our well-being was in your hands, and you dropped it."
She sat back, looking around at the council members, no thought of the actual leader present as Majora dictated her words, with delicate precision.
"I see no reason to trust him again with our people and their lives. Now, prince, tell me what reason I should trust you, or we'll be glad to have you, so long as you hold your fool tongue."
The glowing eyes of Majora's Mask never left Eleazar as he toyed with Link, musing about the horrible things that he would do to the Hero. Her hand clenched, but she held back her words. This Hero was no longer hers. He was corrupted.
The mantra would repeat, but she remembered the feeling of his lips on hers. She wasn't sure whether the memory was conjured up by her mind or not, but by now, it didn't matter. She hadn't spent her time locked up just to give in to someone teasing him with death.
Still, her lip curled when he was thrown aside.
No. Link was hers. And she was unhappy. But, when Eleazar's attention turned back to her, she laughed. Amusement, so quickly after anger. Her hero was truly pathetic, not worth killing. But Eleazar saw something in him that he missed.
The chance to be fixed. Silence sat between them for a moment, before she laughed, quietly.
"You are right. In his state, he could do nothing, he would be no challenge. But you answered as I expected."
Her praise was brief, before her vessel's hand grabbed at the mask it wore, and tore the mask from its face, with a scream. The wood clattered to the ground as the Skull Kid dropped to its knees, a choking sob coming from its mouth, before disappearing into shadow. In his place, was a dark mist, emerging from the mask that was shed, as it faded into the smoke.
From it, a foot stepped forward, then an arm emerged. The mist suddenly cleared, and before them was a woman as tall as a Gerudo, with the markings of the mask upon her face, imp-red skin, and horns. Power shimmered about her, power they could all feel. They knew she had been holding back all this time, but nobody could have anticipated this much.
"I have been cramped in that damn thing for far too long... But that is beside the point. I suppose, dear Eleazar..."
She stepped forward, to her puppet, her devout follower, and looked into his eyes, a finger trailing down his cheek.
"That you expect a reward. And a reward you shall get. But it won't be the girl, or any of her friends... No, what I offer you is much more significant than petty kings and Sages. You desire power, to be a God, and I could give it to you. A god of chaos, immortal and powerful. People would look up to you, you would be adored, and feared. But as you are, you are not ready. No, not nearly."
The finger trailed to his chest, and she hooked one sharpened nail on his top, grinning.
"You will be the god to replace Hylia, now that she is gone from this world. But for now, you will learn a valuable lesson all must face. Humility."
Her hand pressed flat against his chest, and magic seared red around it. The smell of burning fabric and flesh filled the air as she smiled, pulling back the hand in mere seconds, looking at the brand she had placed upon the man. A draconic mask, with the eyes of her own mask. As it glowed unnaturally, the dragon roared once again, breaking through more of the roof to extend its face to her outstretched hand, then it dissipated, leaving a bony mask in her grasp. She took hold of it, and placed it upon Eleazar's head.
"In time, the magic will come to you, when you earn it. Then you will be ready, my faithful servant. For now, this is over."
Her gaze went up to the others, and she jerked her head.
"Take your friends and begone, before I change my mind. And do not return, or I'll do worse than murder you."
A shifting next to her caught Majora's attention, and under ancient wood, she smiled.
"It's time to start the show."
She debated just falling off her perch, high above, but the descent would be too slow. Instead, ancient magic answered her call, and with the snap of her fingers, time slowed to a halt. With a small laugh, reality warped, and she found herself viewing three scenarios at once, through the eyes of three vessels. The masked Goron appeared between Perseus and Raven, giant fist swinging back, then forward to catch him in the gut. The Sheikah appeared behind Asthar, and took hold of his clothing from the back, tugging him through the air. When they let go, he was frozen in the air, flying backwards towards the wall. The Zora appeared before Gael, and gently pried the fingers of his hand open, before sweeping his legs. As this all happened at once, Majora appeared before Eleazar, and plucked the agger from his grasp, before hovering to her position above the party.
Another snap started time.
They would all experience only the results of the vessel's actions, as they disappeared as time started. Perseus would be sent flying, Gael would find his sword out of his grasp as he fell face-first, and Asthar would be flung against the wall, as Majora sighed, bringing attention to her for the first time.
"Children, children, I do very much hate to use time magic, it's not quite my forte. So please, behave so I don't have to do it again."
Casually, she began cleaning her nails with the dagger, looking over them all.
"You think yourselves so bold to do such stupid things without thinking of the repercussions. Attacking a man with a hostage? Chasing him in the first place? You all... Did admirably well. A brilliant distraction! While I nudged the Gerudo Witch and Zelda along, you kept the rest of the world busy, turning a blind eye to what truly was to come. The Sacred Realm was opened, and the Gerudo Witch and Zelda finished their task. But... They exerted too much of themselves, and through the cracks, I was freed.
But where are my manners? Some of you here don't know who I am."
In air, she bowed, and around them, flames burst from the ground, each spawning a mask. Shadowy magic circled them all, and formed a multitude of figures. Vessels of Majora. The greatest, though, came as a rumbling of the castle, and stone from the ceiling crashed down as the great dragon stuck its head through the new hole it had formed between them and the exit. It roared, and they caught Majora chuckling as the roar ended, all incarnations now in a deep bow.
"I am Majora, the Goddess of Masks."
As she rose, all vessels but the dragon were gone, its hollow eyes watching them. Majora ceased to hover, feet hitting the ground, and she looked around, before walking over to Aryllia, leaning down next to her.
"My, my, he did a number to you, girl. These are all your friends? That means they know the only reason you're relevant... You must hate living in big brother's shadow, don't you? You must love being relevant to him. You must MISS HEARING HIM SAY HE LOVES YOU!"
The goddess' voice rose as she withdrew her hand, fist balling, but she chuckled, and her voice was calm again.
"Yet I've watched you, Aryllia. I heard you curse his name more than once. Let's test the limits of that love."
As she took a hold of Aryllia's face again, she forced the Light Sage to watch as her brother appeared on the floor before them, curled up, hazed eyes opening as he got his bearings.
"Look, everyone. Zelda succeeded. She freed her precious hero. My precious hero, the one that fake Goddess stole from me and made into her little boytoy. That is my love, I am the only one who should matter to him, but there are... Imperfections in his life. Like you, little inconsistency. And now I've gathered you and your friends to watch and see what his fate becomes."
Without looking at him, Majora held the knife out to Eleazar, hilt first.
"You want to kill somebody today, dear, don't kill the insignificant Sage. Kill the Hero. His blood can only be cleaned by purification, and in the next life, he will bemine again. Or don't. It could be more fun that way. But if you do...
High in the arches of the throne room, tucked away in a corner, yellow eyes observed the two brothers as they stood around, swords raised. The silhouette of the child-like form was well hidden by divine magic, somebody spotting the figure would be most inconvienent. It was a rush, having all this power back, and though Majora saw through multiple eyes, it was the Skull Kid mask’s that had her the most giddy.
“So, brother versus brother. He who abandoned his people versus he who was never of the people. A battle of the bastard… Come now, Hero, isn’t it exciting to see?”
Those yellow eyes looked at the unconscious figure floating next to her, breathing shallow. She shook her head, then looked back with a sigh.
“What a shame, you have to nap at such an intriguing time.. Your sister is here, you know. You’re a rare reincarnation to have one. It’s fascinating, how variable your other selves are. But that’s not why we’re here… I have a tyrant to keep an eye on. Perhaps a little divine intervention is needed…”
She had forgotten how simple it was to touch somebody’s mind, but instead of full immersion, Eleazar would feel as if there was a tickle on the back of his head. She only needed the tiniest thread of control over him. When their fight would start, hey eyes would be on them. She knew killing his brother wasn’t beneficial for her, so every time the tyrant prince would go for a killing blow, he’d find it coming just shy. The plan was perfect, and it brought a giggle to Majora’s lips.
“We don’t need killing, but there’s nothing wrong with a little bloodshed…”
As she watched, another of her forms would fly through the halls of the castle, searching for the rest of the trespassers. The small fairy darted through, and through its eyes she saw them, following closely above them. Divine magic once again dulled their senses to her presence. It was best she just observed for the time being.