мєυятяιєяє || Entry for Floc #38

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Floc #: 38
Floc Name and reason: Majora
I think this boy would perfectly suit the name Majora, from the title of the
Legend of Zelda game, Majora's Mask.

I have chosen to use this name because of the moon and stars in his cape
and the clouds in his pelt which reminded me of this game.
If I win, I also intend to aid him in revealing his true corruptedness, much
like the titular antagonist, Majora.

The night sets in and the faint swooshing of a cape can be heard. You look around, but to no avail. There's nothing here, you think to yourself... But you would be wrong. There is something lurking behind every corner, and this particular shadow... Is not what you think.

My name is Majora. I have chosen to hide myself like all the other fanged creatures of the night, but this comes with a drawback. I am unable to even truly see myself. My tail... my chest... my paws... My keyhole and cloak. This is all I can truly remember of myself. I imagine my entire pelt has changed, that it is like the evening sky, dazzling and wondrous to behold, rich and full with power of the soon-to-be night. I imagine that my fangs are long enough to touch my bottom jaw. I imagine that my ear tips could touch the sky when I hover.



I imagine these things about myself... but I cannot truly see any of this. I have tried, dear reader. I have tried so many times.

Whenever I try to write about what others see of me, my writing disappears. When others try to tell me, their words cut off, mid-stride. When I try to look at myself, or my reflection... I simply vanish. Am I still around? Am I still here? Can anyone see me? I am not sure... I can't be sure of anything anymore.

But you wish to know why? What happened? You wish to learn of the darkness? You wish to befriend the things that you cannot see? Darkness breeds fear, and I'm not sure your feeble heart can handle what I may tell you, but... very well. Very well, indeed, dear reader...

Let my story begin.

Directory

[Chapter One - The Castle on the Hill]
[Chapter Two - The Valley Deep Below]
[Chapter Three - The Deep Sky Lake]
[Chapter Four - Meurtriere]
[Chapter Five - Invisibility and the Afterlife]

[Art]

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The mist swirls around my mind, tickling the present and holding the past firmly in place. I will start by telling you about where I
have spent all my life. I have lived in a Romanian castle, overlooking the forbidding and yet equally enchanting majesty that is "the Hill", or rather, hills.

The rolling tussocks of fields only complete the image with the heavily forested land, with thick spearhead-like pines, jutting from the ground, erect and proud. Of course, I've spent more than my time's worth wandering through them to find some trace of who I truly am, but... the woods have never provided me a straightforward answer, if even anything I can consider an answer at all. I tend to the bats within the caves and from them, I have learned how to see in the darkness. I have learned how to use my cape wisely, like a sole wing-like projection.

I regularly explore them, testing their depths and outer limits. I fear that there are actually none. One day, I was wandering the forest out of habit. The sky burned ash gray overhead, the clouds passing by like sillouette shapes, gliding gracefully past in the ashen dusk. I eventually zipped past a cave, glowing dimly with the heat of a miniature campfire. I went back later, retracing my winding path through.

Within the cave, there was a girl with long and unruly curly red hair. Her clothes were plain, meant for climbing and other strenuous activities. I had discovered a human unlike any other... She looked up from the fire and her eyes widened in shock, but also some variation of delight. She could see me.

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After a while, I had gotten acclimated to her presence in the cave. I even got used to the idea of there even being a cave, of something existing outside the Meurtriere. Her name was Esther, her voice was airy and light. She could see me with her knowing eyes, her touch was as gentle as the down of a baby bird and she eventually became one of my greatest friends.

Eventually, I invited her to my castle and she developed a preference for it over that dank old cave. Soon, I noticed that it was just me and her, almost a linked pair. My key was locked away in a dark mahogany chest in the very furthest reaches of the castle garden, within the labyrinthine topiaries and enclaves. I entertained the thought of entrusting it to her, as she did seem a very fitting candidate, but I couldn't be sure.

The visitors eventually stopped coming to my castle, Meurtriere Manor, and I became able to fully immerse myself in spending time with Esther. We spent almost every afternoon together, wandering the Valley that surrounded my castle as a moat would. There were dozens of wildflowers I picked for her, which fill her room, even now. I remember spending days on end inventing games to play, or picking one of the classics, namely Hide-And-Seek. It wasn’t that I was inept at playing, but rather that she was far more superior at picking me out from the dead silence of the forest. I remember still how delicate she was… and is, like a spirit whisked away from the spirit world for only hours at a time to visit me. She never left me, though, and I never left her. Esther was my constant guardian angel. She was reliable enough to be there for me when I was in need to someone to vent to, or even to talk to while away the hours together.

One afternoon, I remember delving deeper into the forest, delving deeper than I ever had gone before. An oaken gate barred our passage through this clandestine haven, carved with runes in multiple dialects from the top to the bottom. I could not make it budge, but with a whisper and a single touch, Esther opened the door. It creaked open steadily and we made our way in.

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Esther told me that this was where she had been sneaking away to. It was a secret project of hers and that it was for the both of us.

Lush grass and bonsai trees lined the heart of the garden, but even further in than that was a giant lake. It was still and reflective, holding up all of the stars it could fit within its' depths.

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It was an all-out war against them. They had taken Esther and it was my turn. The Meurtriere were prepared in my special win of the manor. They were the first line of defense, as I had scorching tar prepared to rain down upon them, should they ever get that close.

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Esther... I sobbed, falling to my knees. I felt her hand on my shoulder and snuffled, wiping my eyes.
Even though I may leave you now, know that I shall return, my dear. Forevermore shall I remain with you. She gently placed her hand over my heart, now warmed by her unperishable love, and she placed my key back into my hand.
Even though I will be with you only in spirit, stay your true path, Majora, and follow it, wherever it may lead.

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Planned art pieces:
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