Happy Mask Salesman
Senior Member
Only every so often is one previewed to such information. As you can see, in my such travels, I have acquired many masks. Each with a history of its own. While I would like to say that they are all peaceful and joyous (as all masks are, to me), I cannot. A funny thing, masks are. They hide one's appearance and one's true form. What are we really, behind our masks? Are we really who we say to be? Regardless, many masks have a dark past with secrets that should have stayed secret, lest the truth overwhelm the bearer of said mask. However, I have made it my duty to find out the history of every mask that I have acquired in my time as a traveling mask salesman.
Today, I shall be discussing one mask in particular. I call it The Mask of Sorrow. Looking at me from the front, it is the one top left. Anatomically, it is top right. This particular mask has a rather tragic backstory.
You see, I have this knack for showing up in the weirdest places in the weirdest times. For example, during Termina whilst the mask of Majora was possessing some poor Skull Kid. That is another story, though. Back on topic, I was traversing one of the lesser known lands called Koholint Island. It, in fact, was not just a dream as the lore would make it out to be. It does exist and I was there. This is where our tale begins.
On the land of Koholint Island lives an ancient tale of a hero that freed their guardian, the Wind Fish, from an evil curse. However, there is one curse unknown to most and that is of the Lost Boy of Sorrow. There was a young boy that no one speaks of. He lived hidden away from the world in the forest, spending his days tending to the animals and plant life. His parents were taken from him during a storm. Ever since then, he has lived in the woods. However, once the curse arose, the forest became teeming with evil. The boy became corrupted. His face frozen in the position of the mask. The boy was filled with such sorrow from the loss of his parents that it began to disfigure him. Eventually, it became too much for him to handle and he became dangerous and insane. He wrote a letter detailing where to find him in case anyone ever came looking for him. I happened to find said letter. As I traced his steps and followed his directions, I eventually found the boy. Covered in dried blood and dirt, he was no longer a boy. Animal carcasses surrounded him; it was disgusting. I knew I had to put the boy out of his misery, as he asked in his letter. I had no choice but to play the Song of Healing for him. Immediately, his soul was calmed and he began to fade. He thanked me and bid me farewell as he travelled to the place where spirits at rest go. IN his place was a mask of his disfigured face. Trapped inside of the mask was an infinite amount of sorrow that would overwhelm the wearer. I could not destroy it, so I kept it to make sure no one else was plagued by it.
I guess you could call me the Guardian of the Masks.
Today, I shall be discussing one mask in particular. I call it The Mask of Sorrow. Looking at me from the front, it is the one top left. Anatomically, it is top right. This particular mask has a rather tragic backstory.
You see, I have this knack for showing up in the weirdest places in the weirdest times. For example, during Termina whilst the mask of Majora was possessing some poor Skull Kid. That is another story, though. Back on topic, I was traversing one of the lesser known lands called Koholint Island. It, in fact, was not just a dream as the lore would make it out to be. It does exist and I was there. This is where our tale begins.
On the land of Koholint Island lives an ancient tale of a hero that freed their guardian, the Wind Fish, from an evil curse. However, there is one curse unknown to most and that is of the Lost Boy of Sorrow. There was a young boy that no one speaks of. He lived hidden away from the world in the forest, spending his days tending to the animals and plant life. His parents were taken from him during a storm. Ever since then, he has lived in the woods. However, once the curse arose, the forest became teeming with evil. The boy became corrupted. His face frozen in the position of the mask. The boy was filled with such sorrow from the loss of his parents that it began to disfigure him. Eventually, it became too much for him to handle and he became dangerous and insane. He wrote a letter detailing where to find him in case anyone ever came looking for him. I happened to find said letter. As I traced his steps and followed his directions, I eventually found the boy. Covered in dried blood and dirt, he was no longer a boy. Animal carcasses surrounded him; it was disgusting. I knew I had to put the boy out of his misery, as he asked in his letter. I had no choice but to play the Song of Healing for him. Immediately, his soul was calmed and he began to fade. He thanked me and bid me farewell as he travelled to the place where spirits at rest go. IN his place was a mask of his disfigured face. Trapped inside of the mask was an infinite amount of sorrow that would overwhelm the wearer. I could not destroy it, so I kept it to make sure no one else was plagued by it.
I guess you could call me the Guardian of the Masks.
