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Getting in was easy. The hard part was getting the things unnoticed.

Okay, I take that back. Most of the masks - such as the Bunny Hood and the Stone Mask - were pretty easy. The masks of transformation - Gorn Mask, Zora Mask, and Deku Mask - were harder.

And then, Majora's Mask. Ah, Majora.

Getting close was one thing. But breaking him out was another thing entirely. "Can we just smash the case?" I asked Ramian in a whispered, impatient voice.

"No. Even if we would break it, we have nothing to break it with."

"Hey, wait," I said as something caught my eye. "The Hero of Termina used a sword?"

Ramian rolled his eyes at my obvious stupidity. "Uh, duh," he said quietly, "They didn't exactly have guns and whatnot a thousand years ago."

"Hey, Ramian?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think we could break into that case?"

He looked up from what he was doing at the case that held a huge sword. The plaque in front of it read "The Great Fairy's Sword". His eyes narrowed. "Why do you want that, besides all these masks?"

"Well… it's mine, right? And we could always smash Majora's Mask - or his case - with it in case anything goes wrong."

"Too risky," he said shortly. "And Majora's Mask is an 'it' not a 'he'."

"Aw, c'mon!"

"Keep it down!" he whispered harshly. "And, no, I'm sorry that I will not risk my neck for that. It's pink."

I heaved a dramatic sigh. "Fine. What do you need me to hold now?"

"Hold that wire still, please. Right there - okay, now move it to the left, while gently rotating it to the right."

I did as he asked. There was a click. I twisted more. Another click. Ramain did something and the first lock fell on my boot, which did pretty much nothing to stop it from hitting my toe, hard. "Ouch!" I muttered.

"Sorry," he shrugged, not sounding very sorry to me.

Five minutes later, the glass case door slid open. "That was easier than I thought," Ramian said. "There weren't as many locks as I thought."

"Okay, so…" I started nervously. "We just… reach in and grab it?"

"Yep."

"Um…" looking at Majora's Mask, I didn't really want to touch it - and plus, maybe it was booby-trapped or something. "You can get it if you want."

He was looking at the mask with the same trepidation as me. "Nah… it's your mask, remember?"

Shoot. I glared at him. He glared back. I stretched out a shaking hand…

Grabbed Majora's Mask…

Pulled it out of the case…

And then the sirens started. The wailing was all around us - the lights on the ceiling flashed red. "WHAT DID YOU DO?" Ramian shouted at me - I realized he wasn't angry, just scared out of his mind.

"Nothing!" I defended myself. "I just pulled him out. You said it was safe!"

"It was!" he growled.

"We're screwed," I told him.

"...Indeed." said a voice from behind me. The voice was deep, but melodic, and when I spun around, I found myself facing the orange, glowing eyes of Majora's Mask.

It - he? She?! - was hovering right in front of my face. Then, letting off a horrible laugh, which sounded like nails on a chalkboard, the thing rose - I don't know, 15 or 20 feet off the ground. The color had come back to it, and the spikes coming off the heart-shaped frame were moving, slowly - up, down, up, down…

I heard a very un-heroic sound come from Ramian next to me. It sounded like a whimper. I managed to get out a nervous, tension-filled laugh.

Majora's Mask suddenly veered toward us with alarming speed, whirling around. I dove into Ramian, knocking us both flat before Majora's Mask could tear us into little shred. I heard Ramian's head hit the floor, and the crack was pretty loud. Oops.

"What a pathetic Hero," Majora's Mask sneered. "I had expected someone more like the Hero of Time to appear."

I heard a most obnoxious laugh to my right. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of purple, and I instantly knew it was the creepy guide man. "Get out of here!" I yelled at him desperately. "Your mask went berserk!"

But he just laughed. "This is how Majora always acts. Last time, he almost destroyed the whole world!"

This time? I thought. Then that means I was right.

My theory that Creepy Guide Man was there last time Majora's Mask got loose - and inevitably was there when the Hero of Termina fought Majora - must be true. He was there, and if the Hero of Termina fought him for the mask, then-

Majora's Mask swooped down again, and I threw myself to the left - Ramian stayed where he was, unmoving. I hope he's okay… Majora was swirling around my head, and I raised an arm over my head, trying to fend it off. I suddenly gasped in pain as Majora got a little too close and created a long, deep cut running from my elbow to the inside of my hand.

I clutched my arm to myself as Majora came in for the kill - I was done for.

And then I saw something sticking out of Ramian's back pocket as he laid on his side in the middle of the battle zone.

The Fierce Deity Mask. If I ever needed a deity on my side, now was the time. I ran over to him, neatly dodging Majora's Mask, reached my arm down, and grabbed the mask. I shoved it on my face.

My back arched as pain raced through my body. Everything turned white, and then suddenly everything stopped. I looked down and yelped - Ramian was tiny! If he stood up, he probably would only have come up to my elbows. My voice was deeper than before, too. Looking down at myself I almost shouted again.

I was wearing a light blue tunic, a long, white hat like an elf's, a silver metal cuirass overtop of my tunic, metallic gauntlets, black leggings - pretty much, the only thing that stayed the same was my soft, old, beat-up brown leather riding boots.

There was a double-helix sword in my hand. It was two pieces of metal - one blue and the other green - bent to form a leaf-shaped curve, but then they crossed in the middle. The sword was almost as tall as me. I held it up in order to see my face. I had the red and blue markings on it, just like the mask - but what scared me were the eyes. They were completely white, with no pupils. My ears were pointed, for some very, very odd reason. It looked weird, but I kind of liked it. It suited this form.

My hair was white too, and my expression was so furious I felt like cowering in a corner from myself. But I steeled my nerves and said, "Hey Majora," I paused for a moment, marveling at my own voice. "Bring it on."

And then we fought a battle - an even battle, thanks to the Fierce Deity Mask. I felt unstoppable. Majora came bearing down once upon me, but this time, I was ready. I barely noticed the fact that policemen were coming inside, demanding that we drop our weapons and surrender.

Majora's Mask came closer… and closer… I swung the sword so fast, it didn't even have time to dodge the strike. "Good hit," Majora's Mask said… but can you catch me? In this form?" There was a blinding flash of light as Majora's Mask sprouted legs, arms, and a single eye came out from the top of it's body, which was the mask. He was only a bit taller than me, but I was used to it by now.

He started running around the museum, smashing things and screaming. "This is my Incarnation! You're it! Try and tag me now!"

I rolled my eyes and concentrated. I closed my eyes, focused on Majora's presence in my mind, and felt my blade grow hot in my hands. I opened my white eyes and slashed through the air in Majora's direction. It screamed like a little girl, which made me wonder, as I ran over to it and started hacking away, about it's gender - or if it even had one.

Majora flashed again, and I stumbled back. A whip lashed around my wrists and my neck, squeezing to stop circulation.

I was suddenly face-to-face with the ugliest face ever. The legs from Majora's Incarnation had thickened, and the flesh on the outside was tattooed a pink - same with the legs - but it wasn't by any means a girly pink. It was actually more of a red, with blue markings here and there. His head was the same way - all tattooed red, with different triangles and such. His eye, which was in the forehead now, glowered at me with hatred, as he squeezed harder. "Feel my Wrath," it said to me.

I raised my sword, as everything flashed black, red, and then regular again, and swung, as hard as I could while being strangled to death, at Majora's neck. With a sickening Pop! and a loud, deafening scream from Majora's Wrath, his head fell to the floor and I was released from the whips.

I fell to the floor, gasping for breath. I looked at Majora's Wrath, which was slowly fading away into nothing. For a split second, as my pure white eyes connected with Majora's one eye, I saw a vision of what Majora had been trying to do.

Blood covered the streets and washed the houses, people were cowering in the corners of their houses, trying to escape the nightmare outside. Packs of wolfos were out there, and Skulltulas were devouring anyone who came too close to them - monsters or not.

Dark creatures, who rippled in the shadows, invaded everyone' presence of mind and destroyed their sanity. Majora itself was there, laughing and enjoying the view like he was at a park eating ice cream or something.

My blood ran cold at the sight of it, and my heart stopped beating. This, I realized with a start, was what I was defending Termina from. I was the Hero.

I won.

The vision faded, leaving me on my knees in the middle of a broken-down museum. Policemen approached warily, Majora's Mask was in front of me, and I was clutching my head.

I suddenly realized why they were scared of me. The Fierce Deity was a ferocious god of battle, with no pity or mercy whatsoever. Thinking about myself that way was almost enough to make me laugh. A smile graced my lips.

I stood looked around. Someone edged forward. My smile immediately melted into a glare as I realized it was the creepy mask guide. He smiled nervously at me. "Well… I'll just take this mask… and… which one did you want?" he gave a nervous laugh, similar to the one that escaped my lips before Majora's Mask attacked the first time.

"This one," I said, tugging on my ear with my one free hand.

"Oh, that one," he said. Then he blinked. "THAT ONE!?" he shouted. "YOU CAN'T-"

But I cut him off. "Can't what?" I demanded loudly. I glanced at the police officers and lowered my voice to an almost inaudible level. "You swore to the three goddesses that I could have a single mask from your collection - and so, I rightfully give you the Fierce Deity Mask back, and rightfully take it back for you. Pardon me if I don't quite feel like taking it off, handing it to you, taking it back, and putting it back on."

Mr. Weird blinked, then finally scuffed his foot against the museum ground and said indifferently, "Ah, well, okay, go ahead. Keep it if you will." He reached down and picked up Majora's Mask. "Well… I'm very busy, and I'm in the middle of travelling, so, I'd better… go…"

All of the sudden, struck by a sudden impulse, I swung my sword at his head. He ducked, the blade barely missing his head by an inch. He swallowed nervously, clutching Majora's Mask to his chest.

"Be gone, troublemaker." I said in my deep, terrifying voice.

He faded away into nothing, but it didn't even faze me. I turned around to the police officers and gave them a nasty smile, looking around for Ramian. "Where's the kid?" I demanded. Then one of the paramedics, a girl with blond hair and clear, blue eyes, stepped forward nervously and gulped.

"O Great Fierce Deity, he was wounded in battle and so we took him to a place where he can be fixed up: the Termina Hospital."

"Good." I said. "Don't charge him anything, and make sure him and his friend get home safely to his house."

"His friend?" Someone asked. I pointed behind them, and they all dutifully turned to look behind themselves. I quickly took off the mask and stashed it in my pocket as I shrunk back down to regular, 18-year-old size. Someone turned back around as gasped.

"H-Hi," I said, cradling my arm, which still had the cut from the first phase of the fight with Majora's Mask. Also, I noticed I had ropeburns on my wrists (and probably my neck, too) from the whips.

"This kid's hurt too!" The paramedic from earlier cried. "C'mere, kid, we'll get you all fixed up."

As I allowed her to lead me towards an ambulance, I coughed and said, "Where's Ramian?"

"The other kid?"

"Yeah…" I coughed, and when I pulled my hand away from my mouth it was stained red. "Uh… you might want to see this." I showed her my hand she she immediately shoved me in the back of the ambulance.

"Get this kid to the hospital, pronto," she told the driver. Then she hopped in the back with me. "Don't worry, kid," she said. "Just rest. We'll be there soon."

I didn't argue. I laid down and fell asleep before my head hit the pillow.

"No," a female voice said firmly. "He isn't healed fully yet."

"Oh, come on," a guy's voice said. "Look at him! He's sleeping peacefully. He hasn't even woken up yet, and we've been arguing for the past ten minutes!"

"All the more reason to keep him here." I recognized that voice as the paramedic from before, but the other person…

"I'm taking him home," he insisted. "I mean, we're closer than brothers! We're practically the same person!" It was Ramian. Naturally.

"Which is why you look nothing alike," the amusement in the paramedic's voice was obvious. I could tell she was trying not to laugh because Ramian was getting so worked up about it.

Eyes still closed, I muttered, "Is there any water nearby?"

"He's awake!" Ramian exclaimed. Meanwhile, the other girl handed me a plastic cup filled halfway with water. I sat up,taking the cup and rubbing the back of my pounding head.

I took a sip of the water. "Ah, that's good." I drained the rest of the cup. "Okay," I said, looking around the room for a clock. "So, when do I leave? Ten minutes? Five? Now?"

Ramian laughed, came over to me and clapped my back. "Good old Link," he said. "Glad you're feeling up to it." Those last words were directed at the paramedic.

She opened and closed her mouth like a fish. "You have to stay until the doctor can check up on you," she said to me, deciding to ignore Ramian.

"Okay," I said. "And when will that be?"

"Umm, probably tomorrow," she said.

Ramian rolled his eyes. "But I need to get back today!" She ignored him and looked at me.

"If you need anything, push that button next to you and either me or a different nurse will come running, okay?"

"Okay," I said dutifully.

"Oh, come on, Link, you're not seriously going to let her push you around like that! I mean, you're the Hero-" I cut him off with a glare and snapped at him to shut up. He stared at me.

"Bye…" I looked at her nametag. "Bye, Maria."

"Haha, bye, boys." She strode out the door, calling someone's name.

"What was that for?" Ramian asked me angrily, kicking at the bottom of my bed.

"Sorry," I said. "I just… didn't want them to know was… all that. And stuff."

"Well," Ramian said, anger still clouding his eyes, "I have to go. My brother needs me this time of year around the farm."

I grinned evilly at Ramian. "Time for Plan Number Two, as I like to call it." I winked at him. "Just go along with what I do, okay?"

He sighed. "...It better pay off."

I pushed the button. I started moaning and groaning and telling Ramian how all my insides hurt, and my head was killing me, and that the air should be turned on, it's waaay too hot.

A nurse flew in the room. "Mr. Link, are you okay?!" she cried.

"No he's not!" Ramian said loudly. "He's been moaning for minutes."

"Doctor…" I mumbled. "Get me a doctor…"

The nurse wet her lips and then said, "Hang in there, Mister Link, we'll get you a doctor right away. Just hang tight, Mister Link."

As soon as I figured she was out of earshot, I stopped for a moment and grinned at Ramian. "Toss me my clothes," I told him. He obliged, then I changed under the covers while pretending it was just my moaning fit.

The doctor rushed in, hardly a minute later. "Mister Link! What's troubling you?"

I moaned. "This hospital is driving me crazy," I said to him. "Can I go now?"

"I… what?" His mouth hung open.

"You should probably close that before you catch flies. Anyway," I stood up and stretched, "I'll pay the bill and we can go. Right?"

"No," said the doctor. "Someone… already paid for your bill. And you're not fully healed yet!"

I briefly remembered telling them as the Fierce Deity to help us for free.

I should do that more often. "Who paid for it?" I asked him, trying to play out the part of the ignorant kid.

"Kid," he said in a tired voice, "You wouldn't believe me no matter what, so I'm not gonna even tell you."

"Well, tell them I said thanks."

He raised an eyebrow. "Okay, kid, whatever you say. Since you're up and about… go home. Whatever. I don't care." He stormed out, the nurse nervously following behind him.

"Let's go," I said to Ramian.

And with that, we walked out of the Termina Hospital.

"And then - you should have seen him - he got up and started attacking Majora again! I was amazed! After everything he'd gone through already, he was on the attacking side!"

"Ramian," I put in with a smile, "I wasn't all that fantastic. Besides, I hadn't gone through that much, and I was defending sometimes, too."

We were sitting around the table of a little one story house with a small attic - Ramian's room - he was sharing it with me for now.. The barn was right outside the house, and there were pigs and hens in it. We were in the kitchen eating dinner, with Ramian's older brother, Liam. Liam looked exactly like Ramian, only a little bit older, and with a bit more of a serious facial expression.

Ramian was retelling the story to Liam while I just sat there, interjecting from time to time, eating my delicious soup.

"Whatever." Ramian said flatly. He kicked my shin under the table. "You just couldn't see yourself. But, yeah! And then, Liam, Majora transformed again-"

But Liam cut him off. "You know, Ramian, that's a lot of transformations, and it sounds very interesting, but I think its your bedtime."

He blinked. "Seriously? After everything that just happened, you're sending me, your 17-year-old brother, to bed."

"Yep," Liam said. "And Mom and Dad never let me stay up late until I was 20."

"So?! You're not Mom or Dad."

Liam rolled his eyes. "Thank you, Captain Obvious. Now go to bed."

Ramian went up stairs, grumbling under his breath. I caught the words, "stupid brother," "not a kid," and "I'll show him." I barely contained a grin at those words. 18 is the perfect age, I decided happi-

"You too, Link."

Aw, man! You've got to be kidding me! I'm 18! But I looked at Liam, and realized that he was tired, probably from worrying about Ramian and working on a farm all by himself, and he wanted to go to sleep. I flashed him a grin and said, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yep," he grinned back.

The next morning, I woke up to the smell of eggs frying. My mouth watered before I was even fully awake. I sat up, looked around, and realized with surprise that Ramian was gone.

I went downstairs and was Liam, standing over the stove with eggs cooking in a pan. "Morning," I said. "Breakfast smells delicious."

"Thanks," Liam said. "By the way, if you ever sleep in again, I'm not making your breakfast. And as soon as you can cook, you're making it."

"Sleeping in?! The sun hasn't even risen yet!" My voice went up an octave as I said that.

"On a farm, you don't wait for the sun."

I raised an eyebrow and snorted. "I do," I said.

Ramian came in through the front door. "Liam," he said, "Joe came by with the bread, so I just went ahead and traded the eggs with him."

"Thanks."

"Yeah."

Silence. Ramian was staring at his toes. Liam had his back turned, still, and was gazing out the window into the distance. I had seated myself in a chair when I came in before. "Anything I can do to help?" I asked of no one in particular - more just to break the silence.

"Pour the milk and slice the bread," Liam said. I nodded and got to work cutting the bread into slices.

"So…" I said.

"Yes?" Liam's voice was quiet.

"I have to go," I said, in an equally quiet voice. "I'll stay for today, help around the farm, but then… I don't want to cramp things here."

"Cramp things?" Liam asked. "You'll be a help, if nothing else. I mean, if you want to go, you can, but… I'd like for you to stay."

He nudged Ramian's arm, who yelped, "Yeah! I mean… I'd like for you to stay, too."

I thought of my life with Ms. Jacobs, in the trashiest part of town. I thought of school, of how I was never good enough.

I thought of Ramian, the only friend I'd ever acquired. Besides, our ancestors were close, right? So… we should stick together. "Well then," I said, a slow grin spreading over my face, "I guess I'll stay."

Ramian blinked; he probably thought it would have been harder to convince me. Liam smiled.

"After all," I said, turning and slicing the bread again, "it's not like you two slackers could get anything done on your own, anyway."