Mask of Lies

I never meant for it to turn out this way.

It was supposed to be a game. A bit of harmless fun. I never got to have fun in the woods.

It was the first one to take notice of me. Oh, the forest folk knew I lived in there, but that was little comfort. None of them ever come in to play with me, and they know as well as I do that it’s not like I can come out. I know the woods like the back of my hand, but the woods know me as well, and they don’t forgive innocent trespassers…

But It came to me. It wanted to be found. And when we’d said our hellos, It told me of the game: three days. If you’re not bound by the rules for three days…what would you do?

And It promised me a whole world in which to play in.

empty spaces, abandoned places

I can’t remember when it introduced the purple and white spirits (or were they there already?), but I do remember how happy I was to have others who would talk to me. Who would look at me—at us. Hide-and-seek is more fun when you’re not playing by yourself.

The purple spirit saw the rider first; it was me who realized it was the same boy who had run willy-nilly through the woods years ago—or was it only days? It’s hard to keep track of time in the woods…

What a laugh it was, to see him in that wooden body! Tag, you’re it, and off we go—join me in this world of our own! Well…maybe he wasn’t so happy with us.

outside the dawn is breaking

That’s not really important anymore, though. The three days are coming to an end, and then…

I’m not sure about “and then”. It never talked about after.

inside the dark

I think we hurt them. The ones we turned, the ones we changed. I’m not sure it was funny.

I wish I could say It came up with everything. I wish I could say it was all Its fault. But more often than not it was my ideas. It wasn’t from my world, and Its world seemed to mirror mine more than Its own.

Or at least, the world I remember outside the woods. I don’t know if that’s real or if I made that up too. It’s been getting harder and harder to think over the past…few…

I’m aching to be free

I’m not sure I want to be friends with It anymore.

But it’s too late to turn back now. The show must go on!

the show must go on

The show must go on!

What would they think of me? The purple spirit and his sister? Even It, the first one to notice me, to give me the time of day, to let me decide for once. No.

The smile, and the mask, still…stay…

on with the

On with the show!


Today’s post for NaCreSoMo comes courtesy of video game remixer Theophany and the fittingly-named classical group The Art of Time Ensemble. I was listening to the former’s Time’s End, an orchestral remix album of music from The Legend of Zelda: Majora’s Mask. I had just finished track 3 (“Terrible Fate”) when Josephine (Intake) linked me to AoTE’s (“gorgeous”) performance of Queen’s “The Show Must Go On”, featuring Sarah Slean as the vocalist.

Surprisingly, the opening instrumental actually fit very well with Time’s End, and with Majora’s Mask (or Twilight Princess) in general. I joked that the lyrics of “The Show Must Go On” could apply to Majora’s Mask as well, and from there came up with…this.

(By the way, this isn’t the first time I’ve done something like this…)