It Froze Again

By OracleVortex

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Prologue: Let's recap…

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OracleVortex: HI EVERYBODY!!!!!

Link/Sheik/Rae: HI ORACLEVORTEX!!!!!!

OV: You ready to have some bad-guy-kicking, land-saving, back-in-timing, fun?

Link/Sheik/Rae: Yeah!!

OV: Then let's get cracking!

Link/Sheik/Rae: Okay!!

Well, here it is, my second instalment to my OoT fic, Reset Into the Game, a Majora's Mask follow-up (Also, I own nothing to do with the Legends of Zelda. I am only borrowing all characters and basic storylines, etc.)

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In the land of Termia, in the city called Clock Town, every year a carnival is held. Dedicated to the Goddess of Time, for she is their patron protector, the villagers celebrate harmony, peace and well-being of the races. Each year, at midnight on the eve of the festival, the clock tower opens, and a large ceremony is held on the top of the tower. All these festivities are held so that the people may ask the four gods for a rich harvest in the year to come.

Masks are worn during this carnival, symbolizing the gods of the four worlds of Termia. They are handmade, and contain all hopes for a good and serene future. It is said that if a couple were to be married during the carnival, their union would be blessed and be seen in the favour of the gods and goddesses.

However, the spirit of Majora has come to wreak havoc in revenge against the four gods of the lands, and on the day of the carnival, he will be the only one left to enjoy the next year. The moon will fall, the people will die, and he will live on forever.

But he did not count on the Children of Destiny to come to town.

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Yep. There's the set up. See ya next chapter!

OracleVortex

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