A shadowy figure watched the Mirror Chamber from far away, and yet, very close by.
He saw the farewell the Twilight Princess, Midna, gave to Hyrule's queen and the hero who had saved two worlds.
The shadowy figure owed the hero so much.
He watched as the three figures smiled, and he saw Midna shed a glowing tear. Sensing what she was going to do, the figure let out a silent sigh of resignation.
Midna pushed the small light towards the Mirror of Twilight, the portal between the two realms, and the glass cracked.
Midna vanished into the Twilight Realm just as the Mirror shattered. The other two figures, stunned, stared at the rock where the portal had been seconds earlier. The hero fell on his knees in shock, and lowered his head sadly. The queen sat down with her hand on his shoulder. What she said didn't reach the ears of the shadow. Even if it did, he wouldn't have listened.
Something else was happening.
A man in a Hyrule guard uniform tore away at the trappings of the temple he had entered. He had recently discovered the temple, which had been hidden for centuries but seemed to have recently been revealed.
Not that the man cared. All he knew was that there must be treasure in this temple. And he was going to find it.
The man turned around at the sound of his name. If it was even a sound...it didn't seem like one.
Viscen shrugged it off. Just his imagination playing tricks on him.
Viiiissssccceeennn... It came out again, sounding like a disturbed child losing his patience.
Viscen turned around. "WHAT?"
Viscen, a little confused and a lot more angry, followed the sound of the 'voice'. He came to a large tapestry depicting what appeared to be the Hyrule Hero with Tattoos and white clothing.
Viscen spat. The Hero. The Hero who had single-handedly saved Hyrule, was getting all the gratitude, and making his soldiers look like cowards and idiots. They were practically worshipping him, the farmboy with no military training and less order! Now that spoiled princess was replacing all of Hyrule's military for random people with 'bravery' and 'honor'.
Behind here, Viscen...
Viscen happily sliced the tapestry with his spear.
A mask was staring at him. It was heart-shaped, purple and red, with big yellow eyes with green pupils. Four spikes went along each side, and two yellow spikes jutted out above the eyes.
I know what you want. I can give it to you...
Viscen was not a superstitious person who believed in magic masks. But as he picked up the mask, he felt a surge of power from the mask that made him smile.
As he turned to walk out of the temple, mask in hand, he heard a maniacal giggling out of the corner of his hearing. Ignoring it, he left with speed.
The shadowy figure looked at the torn tapestry and the empty wall with rising anger and horror.
It was happening again.