GAME / OVER

why Majora’s mask appears the way it does

Majora’s “relationship” with Fierce Deity

Majora’s “relationship” with the Golden Goddesses

how and why Majora’s power fluctuates over the timeline

similarities between Majora’s origin and Skull Kid’s

the symbolism of Skull Kid and his journey

Majora’s mental state

the closest to an acknowledgement I’ll give to the manga is that it is very likely one of the many (incorrect and false) folktales surrounding Majora in the world. when people don’t understand a thing, or don’t have enough information about it, they’ll concoct their own stories at the fireside to amuse and entertain their peers. I’m sure there are plenty of legends of Majora told by Hyrulians and Terminians alike that are completely made up, often used as scary bedtime stories to scare children and even adults into behaving or doing / not doing a specific thing, despite almost nothing really being known about it.

here’s PART ONE of a vague timeline of Majora’s “life” / existence and the most important events that occurred within it.  some minor inspiration taken from the Tower of Babel theory.

CHAOS.  Nothing.  Emptiness.  the Primordial Darkness.  whatever you wish to call it, it is the Beginning and the End of all things.  before there was Life, before Creation and before even the Goddesses, this is what Majora was before it gained sentience, and before it was split apart and awoken by the Goddesses.

CREATION.  the Golden Goddesses give shape to the Emptiness, Light to the Darkness, Order to the Chaos.  they steal from it, and create, among other worlds, Hyrule and Termina.  this angers Chaos and simultaneously gives it awareness and a mind of its own.

CURIOSITY.  although angry and hateful of the Goddesses and their creations, the entity is also curious of them and deigns to meddle in their affairs, hoping to turn them against their creators.  some of the ancient tribes choose it over the Goddesses and worship it, christening Chaos with a new name: Majura, meaning ‘Other Truth’.

CONFRONTATION.  time passes and with it comes progress.  the old ways are forgotten and exchanged for new ones.  the practices and knowledge of Majora fade.  slighted and infuriated at this perceived betrayal, the eldritch god strikes out at the world, causing massive destruction and threatening to end all of the Goddesses’ work.  although unable to defeat the entity alone, the Goddesses answer the prayers of their people and create, from their hearts and will to survive, the Fierce Deity.  after a long and difficult battle, the Fierce Deity manages to seal Majora away into a mask that formed from the entity, before also becoming a mask.  both fall from the heavens to the world below, scarred but saved from Majora’s wrath.

CURSED.  Majora’s mask is discovered by the Ancient Ones, who use it in a variety of hexing and torture rituals, irreparably polluting the god’s mind with insanity and sadism.  Majora influences them to build the Stone Temple in its honor, as well as a tower tall enough to reach the Heavens and depose the Golden Goddesses with its power.  this earns the Goddesses’ ire and the Ancient Ones were cursed for their hubris.  realizing their mistake too late, the tribe could only leave a warning for others before being trapped deep in the temple, their fate sealed along with Majora’s mask.

JAW JUTS UPWARD, chin pointed, blade clutched TIGHTLY in a small fist. Link’s use to being UNDERESTIMATED – that’s not a surprise.

“Who says I’m SPECIAL –” He signs it with one hand, awkward and SLOW because his Terminian is not up to par yet. “– who says I have to be SPECIAL to beat you?”

   although  it’s  unseen  thanks  to  the  mask,  just  the  imp’s  posture  alone  demonstrates  his  impatience  and  annoyance  at  link,  as  far  as  he’s  concerned,  refusing  to  speak.

   l̫̭i͓t͍t̡̗l̠e̲ ̝͚ ̗h͚̦e̢̼r̠o̺̬ ̰̟ ͍t̩̥h̭̭i̝̭n͈̙k͓s͙̙ ̨̭ ̨̖h̼͜e̘’̳̞s͚ ͔ ̖ȚO̟O̪̳ ͈ ̗S̮P̡̰E̹̙C̦I̥A̜L̬ ̖̫ ͉͜t͜o͚ ̦͖ ̠o͈̖p̙̟e͕n͓ ̧ ̩h̙i̼̥s͎ ̝ ̳m̫o̻̫ų̡t̨h͇ ͖͈ ̝a̰n̪̱d̥ ̬̙ ̡u̱s̱̲e̘ ͕ ̻͔h̞̖i̥͇s͙ ̢̘ ̠w̰̝o͖͙r̤͎d̻̯ş̹ ̢̻ ͔͕w̫͍i͇t̼h̯ ̫̱ ̡u̪̲s̱ ̙̮!̠   the  eldritch  voice  snarls  in  skull  kid’s  mind.   t̮̥h͎̲ị̙n͓͕k̘s̤̳ ̪ͅ ͖̞h̨͍e̳’̹͎s̪ ͙̬ ̲͚T͓O̡̩Ọ̭ ̼̙ ̡̡G̫O̲O͎͙D͖͇ ̮̹ ̱͜f̨̙o͎͇r̰ ̥ ͕̭ų̜s̘.̪̼

heart stopping moment ; his hands cease their motions , the whittling of wood & paint . thieves should never be caught ! ─ but perhaps that is too late to remind himself with now . salesman can only offer meek & near - apologetic smile , head bowed & hands clasped to the mask they carve now . 

“ isn ’ t … t - thief a little too harsh ? ”

   MADNESS  SLITHERS  INWARD  from  all  sides,  like  a  circle  of  serpents  in  the  tall  grass  following  the  scent  of  prey  to  the  rat  foolishly  believing  itself  to  be  safe  in  the  firelight.   chaos  creeps  closer,  everywhere  yet  nowhere   ---   until  suddenly,  it  pounces.   the  fire  goes  out,  and  for  several  moments,  all  light  and  color  is  bled  out  of  the  world.   there  is  nothing  but  the  eerie  silence  and  a  growing  white  noise  like  static  that  clings  to  the  ears,  crawls  in  them,  and  seeps  into  the  mind.

   the  fire  reignites  with  a  roar  unnatural  for  a  campsite,  and  an  impish  giggle.  on  the  other  side,  a  vaguely  humanoid  figure  floats  in  mid-air,  in  a  pose  that  mimics  its  last  host’s,  and  a  smile  of  malicious  glee  spread  a  little  too  wide  on  its  mouth.