Waaaa! I can’t believe I went through with it…I actually killed the good guys ;__;

I also cannot believe I drew it. I told myself I wouldn't since it would be quite morbid even when compared to the rest of my dark fanart... But then I had a hard time imagining the scene so I sketched it, I meant ONLY to sketch it...but before I knew it 2 hours had passed and I had a detailed pencil drawing.

Colored version (has a mature warning since color makes it all the more graphic)

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This is for a side story to be read after the main fanfiction.

In the fanfic Zelda transforms to Sheik via a mask. And Link learns the angel half of the Tenshioni mask was sealed off by Majora in hopes that the pure demon (oni) half would consume his soul.

These two in the drawing... are the source of these masks.

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Poster for the full fanfic

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You can also find links to each chapter there

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From the side story:

The huge beast toppled backwards onto the ledge alongside the fallen warriors with a stone shattering thud that split the land.

Its shape began to distort, leaving behind only it's weakest form… That being red tendrils surrounding what appeared to be an odd looking mask bearing Majora's horns and colors…and manic wide eyes.


The blood soaked earth around the dying heroes began to fracture. As the edge of the land broke free just beyond their heads, the demon Majora disappeared into the dark depths of Stone Tower.


Moonlight coated the world as the two friends laid strewn side by side on the crumbling stone. The pain of their broken bodies started to melt away as every sensation faded along with the glow of life within their souls.

The dying duo pulled their gaze away from where the monster Majora had fallen, they instead focused on the stars above, treasuring this last look at one of life's purest gifts.

Their breathing slowed as a sense of warmth began to overpower every hint of pain. Life's last gift would soon be upon them…and then they would breath no more…


Sheik let his head fall to one side, so as to face his friend. The Sheikah's weary red eyes meet those of the Tenshioni.

"I'll …met you… on the other side…" Sheik said weekly with a serene smile.

Kakariko was unable to utter a sound, but his soft acceptant grin and his warm hearted gaze…told his friend everything that he needed to hear.


The flame of life that once bound their souls so firmly to this world… faded to a mere ember. As it flickered every sensation left their shattered bodies…leaving behind just one last peaceful touch of the warmth of life.

As the eyes of the fated heroes closed the stars seemed to shine ever more bright in the sky.