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The Winter's Arrival


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Legend of Zelda: Majoras Mask Fan Art - Back with Snowhead Temple and  Mountain Village [Find the easter egg] : r/zelda

A tempest of darkness twisted around the northernmost continent of Almaris, a thunderous crackle emanating through the dismal sky and a dank chill settling in the air. Denizens of the land disappeared without a trace and gruesome beasts roamed the land, unwavering to the bitter cold and draped in a mantle of blood and onyx.

 

As reports began to surface, a pattern arose, the beasts chanting blasphemous tales of an Empire, claiming that all within their presence were nothing more than trespassers. Snow drifts as tall as mountains, effigies strewn across the frozen tundra and the lands become barren with no solace for those under the malevolent spell.

 

A dread missive was then delivered to all corners of Alamaris, one of dire warning. 

"Prayers were not enough to absolve the sins of man, those of faith were not spared, and the wickedness of sin now had full reign over the souls of men. Mercy was not to be found, for the wrath of God had been delivered, the wrath of The Empress. Weep, you usurpers, for the time of your stay has been fleeting and the blood of your flesh shall now flow freely. No forgiveness for those who reject the warning, and the spawn of the transgressor shall suffer until Her Majesty has had her fill."

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Upon witnessing the entirety of the Northern side of Almaris engulfed in a blizzard, did Mother finally smile. A smile so wide that made way to her grotesque rows of monstrous teeth. 

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The once proud stance of the haggard Witch falters as she lifts her head to the unforgiving sky, her eyes fixed on the swirling blizzard above. "We have succeeded, my dear Sisters." She takes a moment to revel in the biting, howling winds above, letting it course through her veins before she finally succumbs, collapsing under the weight of her own exhaustion.

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The Lord Commander of those frozen armies of GOD would linger upon the crests of the icy peaks, his arctic blue hues scanning over those knights and soldiers. "Pyzm undere Yathnz" With the chant ringing it, the commander would nod for those loyal soldiers to begin preparing, the army of the Empress, only having just begun their work. 

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