2Disclaimer: I don't own Legend Of Zelda. If I did, I'd be able to pay for college and not have to live in ghetto apartments.
"Din, I swear, this is a terrible idea." Nayru insisted.
"Nonsense Nayru. We haven't seen the children all together in ages." Din countered. "It's not often that everyone is available at the same time. It's usually that someone's alive, or busy with a battle. We may even keep peace in the land below if we can keep them here."
"It was for a good reason that we keep them apart, and don't gather them here." Nayru stated sagely. "Sister, you must agree with me." She looked pointedly at Farore.
"Don't bring me into this! I refuse to be involved!" The third sister looked guiltily at Nayru. "I don't want to be the mediator here."
Nayru stared at her sister for a moment, realizing what had happened. "You did not already send out invitations." Nayru glared at her sisters, deducing what they had already done. "Don't bother telling me that you didn't. I'm smart enough to tell that you already did."
"I miss having the kids together, okay!" Farore looked up. "I–well, we can handle whatever trouble comes here, and this is a place of peace."
"Just remember that I was against this!" Nayru called to her sisters as she stormed from the room. "I refuse to be involved whatsoever."
"Chill sis." Din looked over at Farore; who was starting to look like she regretted her decision, as she spoke. "We have it all worked out. Nothing-well, nothing major will go wrong."
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Deep in the darkest and gloomiest caves of the place that was a close as Hyrule could come to Hell, a figure of darkness began to stir as he saw a letter drop into the mail slot that he had paid a Re-dead to install in the cave wall. Struggling under the chains that held him down he reached for the letter, carefully opening it, and as he read it he began to laugh maniacally, unable to controll himself for several minutes due to the utter evilness of the plan that had begun to form in his mind, but once he did he called out into the dimly lit cavern.
"Boys! Boys!" He roared. "We're going home!"
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Hours later, in a small shop hidden in the backwoods of Termina, a salesman approached his home, returning from a journey. To his surprise there was a letter on his doorstep, addressed to his wife and himself, but when he saw the return address he groaned.
"Honey, we're home!" He removed the mask that he had married from his pack, her frantic eyes glaring at him.
"You idiot, you shouldn't have put me in that bag! I deserve more than that as a child of the Goddesses–"
"Oh hush." He set his pack down, hanging up a few masks before he looked back at her. "There's a letter from them."
"They had better be writing to apologize! I swear, I won't stand for this anymore! I want my real body back!"
"Well, you might be in luck, even if it's only for a while." He spoke as he read the letter, then set it down before his wife. "It looks like we have an invitation to visit your family."
Majora didn't miss the emphasis her husband had placed on the word "your", but she let it slip as she read the letter he set in front of her.
"We're going." She said. "I want to walk around, and maybe if I'm good they'll give me my body back for longer."
"I wouldn't mind that." The Mask salesman smiled at her creepily.
"Shut up, you." The Mask glared at him.
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In a secluded corner of the sacred realm two figures emerged from a glowing portal, the female smiling happily as her companion helped her across the glowing threshold back to her temporary home.
"That was by far our best trip yet." She smiled at him, and he kept hold of her hand, looking into her eyes.
"It was. I just wish I didn't have to go home." Her companion replied.
"I can talk to my sisters, and ask if they'll let you stay here with me if you want me to." She replied, her blue eyes meeting his red as she took his other hand in hers.
"I couldn't ask you to do that." He smiled at her. "Besides, they'd probably just send me back down there and refuse to let us meet."
"You're right." She looked resigned. "I just wish I could help you."
"You are." He placed a kiss on her lips. "These visits keep me sane while I'm down there."
"Really?" She smiled at him, kissing him back, but they were interrupted by the sound of someone coughing.
They broke apart hurriedly, Hylia staring at the owl who was staring at them, unblinking.
"Kaepora!" She looked uncomfortable. "What are you doing here?"
"Your sisters sent me with a message."
"About what?" She turned to the man who stood at her side, keeping an eye on the owl. "You'd better go. I'll take care of this."
"You're sure you'll be fine?" His red eyes looked worried.
"Don't worry." She released his gray skinned hand as she created a portal to his home far below. "I'll call you!"
He waved goodbye to her, and Hylia turned back to the owl, who was examining her curiously.
"Do your sisters know about this?" The owl asked curiously.
"Not unless you tell them." Hylia looked at him pleadingly.
The owl shook his head cautiously. "I see no need to tell them, so long as you are prepared to face any consequences that might come about from your actions."
"You're not going to tell them?" Hylia looked at him, disbelieving.
"I'm not. It's none of my business. Now, if you'll take this letter, I need to be off. Your sisters have asked me to deliver some messages and I want to get them delivered today."
"Fine." Hylia took the letter from him, relieved. "I'll…see you around then!"
The owl disappeared into a portal of his own, leaving Hylia to open the letter, and as she read it the blood began to drain from her face. "You have got to be kidding me." She hurried to the kitchen of the small cottage where she lived between her lives, grabbing a bottle of wine from the cupboard, popping the cork out and pouring herself a glass. Her sisters had to be kidding. Last time they had tried something like this the resulting fight had nearly burned down Faron Woods, and they had only been saved by quick thinking on Nayru's part.
"That's it!" Hylia drained her wineglass, filling it again as she spoke to herself, coming to a decision. "I'm not going. They can't make me." She drained the glass again, staring sullenly at the bottle before taking a sip out of it, not bothering with her cup.
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The owl flew through the forest, hidden deep in Termina. The goddesses had sent him here, and he knew he would be safe, but he was still eager to be done with his work. Upon reaching the cave that they had told him of he entered it, flapping his wings carefully. His eyes spotted the mask that had been described, its red and blue markings standing out in the darkness. It was heavy, but not outrageously so. He exited the cave, flying quickly back to the portal back to the goddesses that they had created for him. He was done with his tasks, and he was glad of that. There were only two people—if they could even be called that—left to visit, and Din had agreed to deliver those invitations herself, something he was glad for. He had no desire to visit the one the two who she was going to, preferring to keep all of his feathers intact, and he doubted that the other would even acknowledge him, or Din, to be honest.
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Din stepped into the temple, the current resting place of the Master Sword. She knew she would be bending the rules doing this, but this would be the only way she could get Hylia to come. She approached the sword, sending a spark of power into it and watching as the blade came to life, the blue girl appearing before her.
"What are you doing here?" The swords voice was emotionless.
"Hylia requires your assistance." What Din said was true, so she didn't feel guilt about her slight fudging of the rules. True, she wasn't supposed to awake the blade, or even have that ability, but rules were made to be broken. It was for the best.
She finished giving the blade instructions, then left to the forest where the last of the family resided. She hadn't been sure about inviting him, but she had decided that it would be good to give him a second—no, was it the third—well, another chance. The family needed to talk over what had happened, and maybe they would be able to stop arguing over whose fault it all was. By Hyrule, she sounded like Nayru. Din cursed to herself. She couldn't let her sister hear her talking like that about him, or she would never hear the end of it.
She reached the sword that was embedded firmly in the ground, snapping her fingers to reappear in the foggy prison that was formed of a pocket universe, waiting for him to appear. She hadn't visited for years, as Nayru was the one who always wanted to visit their adopted son.
"Mother… If I can even call you that…" She heard his mocking voice as he appeared before her, materializing in the mist. "So nice of you to finally visit. Did Nayru make you come?"
"No." Din scowled at him. "I'm here with a proposition. Shut up and listen."
"Why?" He stared at her, his red eyes unblinking. "Why would you help me?"
"Because I might be able to get Nayru to shut up about you for once and how she should have helped you sooner if you'll just come."
"I'm listening."
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A/N: I've been pondering on Greek and Norse mythology, and I was observing how easily Thor always forgave Loki, and it inspired me to write this, and this fandom needs more crackfics. I'll probably update soon. Probably. I'll also be explaining my twisted, crackish family relationships in the next part, and why exactly the Hero isn't present.