The Happy Mask Salesman stroked the mask he had fought so hard to obtain. Its grainy wood surface felt uncomfortable to the touch, but it no longer hummed with power as it once had.
"Oh my precious mask . . ." the Happy Mask Salesman crooned. The mask remained empty and lifeless in his hands, gazing upwards with blank yellow and red eyes. The green irises had once glowed in the darkness surrounding the mask. Now they looked uncomfortably dull.
"He's broken you, hasn't he?" the Happy Mask Salesman continued. He could remember the madness surrounding the whole situation. When the Little Imp had stolen his precious mask, the Happy Mask Salesman had felt mad with grief.
He had stumbled upon a young boy who was chasing after the Little Imp, of all things! The boy had been placed in a cursed body. In return for being healed, the boy agreed to retrieve the mask. But when the sun rose four days later, the power in the mask was gone. It was an empty piece of painted wood, with its only use being a decorative one.
No, not yet.
The Happy Mask Salesman could feel something resting within the mask, pulsing like a faint heartbeat. Barely a whisper of power remained, but it was still there.
The Happy Mask Salesman closed his eyes and coaxed the power back to life. He could feel it growing, turning from a puddle to a river. The mask's eyes flickered back to life, lighting the Happy Mask Salesman's features with a sickly green glow. The mask hovered in the air, coming to a stop eye to eye with the Happy Mask Salesman.
"What do you wish?" whispered Majora.
"I wish that you will never be destroyed again," the Happy Mask Salesman said. "I wish that you will remain undamaged forever."
Majora's eyes flashed a stronger shade of neon green as the Happy Mask Salesman's eyes slid out of focus.
"It shall be as you wish," Majora said. "It will be the dawn of the Age of Majora, and I will use your power to bring it about."
Majora rose into the air and flew in the direction of Termina, a cloak of darkness covering the land behind him. The Happy Mask Salesman drifted a short distance behind, like a puppet with all of its strings cut.
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You've Met With A Terrible Fate, Haven't You? (Legend of Zelda Fanfiction)
FanficAlthough Majora's power was broken when he was defeated by Link, he isn't gone. The Happy Mask Salesman retrieves Majora's Mask and resurrects the ancient power it holds before he is overtaken by the darkness residing in the mask. Jemma, daughter of...
