Finally a name was given. Princess Zelda. This name — somehow it felt fitting of her features, yet not of her character. Regardless, now Majora had something to call this stranger. He supposed for now, he would satisfied with that. Sure, there were more questions to come, but the mask could wait. Majora supposed he was a patient being, and besides, there were more questions for him to answer, weren’t there?
Her glowing eyes passed over the strange skyline while they began to walk, feet crunching into the forest floor and echoing the only sounds of the night. Nothing of this place sparked any memory, any recollection as to why or how she ended up here. The town looked – a smug grimace passed over her features – relatively unpromising. This was no kingdom. She saw, from where she stood, four different geographical areas surrounding a large, thick and high-walled center city.
She smirked sinisterly. Walls could not keep her out.
There seemed to be the forest, which the pair slowly made their way through now…In the distance she spotted mountains, an ocean, and possibly a desert? She could only see large pillars and brown, dried ground in that area. The large, protected city offered no insight on what lay over the walls, but a large spotlight rose from the center and circled about the land. Perhaps for protection, to see enemies before they attempt to climb or tear down their walls, destroy or break their gates?
“It isn’t about ruling…It’s about owning. Owning these people as your slaves, your servants for your power, making them bow at your feet…” Her eyes brightened in lusting gluttony of the little peasants she enjoyed playing with so much. The blood stains on her sword served as evidence to that. How much she loved to see them squirm, scream, bleed, die on her hands and her blade. Nothing gave her greater pleasure. “But conquering, some do so without any inferiors. It’s about taste, I suppose.” Her taste always longed for blood. Absentmindedly, her tongue ran over her bottom lip.
Their eyes met and Zelda smirked. “Yes, he is exceptionally good at ruling and conquering. I think you would serve to help him, and he you.” In time, they would see. But for now, they walked. Her expression hardened and she looked up to the sky. “It is a shame, however, how difficult it proves to be at times to win over this world…It’s as if we need…more.” Her eyes drifted back to the mask. “Something more to have the ultimate and absolute power over those beneath us. Even the hero.” Of course, Majora knew nothing of that hero, the one in green…her fingers curled into fists at the thought of him. He would not stop her this time.