Another smile curled upon the face that didn’t belong to him, a twisted laugh followed suit. “Yes, something most certainly did.” He remembered everything as if it were only moments ago, after all, until recently the mask had been in a dormant state ever since those events transpired. “To liberate you from a long story, I’ll put it bluntly…”
The mask gained her full attention, a feat in itself. His power, she sensed it earlier but now his story displayed the true strength of it. Golden eyes widened as he spoke, her grip relaxing on her sword just slightly. The only way I could be stopped was for someone to alter time itself… The thought sounded so familiar, but her mind could not grasp from where this familiarity stemmed. The revelation seemed so close, lingering on her bitter tongue….but no, she lost it again. Frustrated, Zelda sighed and closed her eyes.
Why did it sound like she heard this story before? Ganondorf flashed in her memory befoe fading quickly again. It didn’t make sense.
Zelda remained unknowing, most of the time, from her master. He told her little, explained far less, except for tasks and labors the princess needed to pursue for him. His story, his background, his history – Zelda did not know of, but never found herself needing to know much. But now, the pit of her stomach shook in tension and anxiety from the words the mask spoke… someone to alter time itself…The words rippled through her body and made hairs on the back of neck tingle.
Something in her mind warned her that she knew this someone, whoever this someone was. But she could not produce a name, a face, a memory, and for the moment she ignored the feeling and turned back to the masked man.
A deranged smile twisted her features. “I never mind work, if it is for the King.” Her hand tightened on the hilt of her blade and slowly pulled it from the ground, letting it rest by her side. And so she began to walk, her heels crushing into the earth beneath her feet. After a few moments she stilled, overwhelmed by the silence behind her. Majora hadn’t followed her; she turned to meet his gaze again. Ah, yes, how unfair she seemed, not reveling her own name.
“I am Princess Zelda, ruler of the kingdom of Hyrule.” With a lingering look, she turned again and continued walking out of the forest and towards the open town. Silence passed between the companions, allowing Zelda to envisage the short story Majora told. Finally, her eyes travelled from the horizon she intently stared towards, to the man by her side.
“Why did you desire to destroy this land? Why not conquer it? Surely that would hold more promise…”