Prologue

A sudden release of light engulfed the jagged valley into a state of blindness, forcing all those that shared the battlefield to bask in the exuberant ferocity of their power. A battle that shock the foundations of reality itself forcing: all warriors, gods and celestial beings of the cosmic host to surrender to this audacious power. Yet the blinding light continued, roaring into the souls of all present, this was more than just a simple dual but rather a dance for the preservation of the multiverse itself, the dance that was performed by the two juggernauts that promised to safeguard reality itself. And as quickly as this light came it receded back into the depths of the being that produced, the dual was done the cosmic lord of creation had one. Though this was the outcome that all had hoped for no one dared to cheer or let out their sighs of relief as all that they could feel was the sting of sadness. A mournful feel quickly enveloped all that were present as that very same lord of creation dropped to his knees.

He looked over the newly formed canyon before him, gazing at at the rounded mounds of the dead that simply seemed to stretch on for miles, this once idyllic world of beauty and culture now dragged to the status of a desolate planet vanquished of all it's life. However it was not genocide caused by his dual that pulled him in a melancholic state but rather the loss of the one he had just defeated. "Why..." he whimpered as he clutched his chest plate. "Why give in!! Why allow yourself to fall into madness!" He exclaimed while his voice cracked under the wait of his emotions. Everyone simply watched as he fell into a humiliating position crying to person that was no longer present. His tears streaked along his tender cheeks falling onto his resplendent white chest-plate. He was gifted with a handsome face as if it was crafted with hand of creation itself which was complemented by the white hair that graced along his back resting above his waist; ordained in a meticulous white armour and coated in a rich blue robe that stretched on for multiple meters. Ridiculous in size yet it transformed his appearance to someone worthy of the title of a cosmic lord, it simply floated in the air marking itself against the red backdrop of the burning planet.

"Theron" a serene voice called out to him. He knew who it was though he did not turn his head to look but continuing to lament; the person approached closer as she pulled Theron into a loving embrace. He gazed up at her looking at the golden armour that enveloped her as it reflected the light of the dying flames, with a delicate silver head piece that lay on her head interwoven with the braids of her hair. Those deep umber hands stroked Theron's head, an act of reassurance as she pulled his face to look at hers. Simply bestowing a smile she buried her own emotions and pulled Theron up. "You sealed him, so their is no need to cry." She spoke to him as Theron wiped away the tears on his face. "They destroyed the majority of my power, it tried to help but sealing them was the best option.

"I've bound him to my soul..." Theron replied as he saw the woman go silent. "It was the only option left."

Yet the woman remind silent as a look of shock plastered her face.

Although those on the battle-field stood far away from the chaos of the battle they all heard what Theron had to say and like the woman they all flew into a state of disbelief. The previous atmosphere of grief was destroyed by the whispers of immortal beings as if they were petulant children spreading rumours amongst themselves. "Sealed Majoras Maw within his soul!" A celestial being spat is shock as people began to shake their heads in pity for Theron, though it was amusing to some to think that a valiant life of greatness that has lasted for seven hundred trillion years could be plunged into a life of eternal suffering and guilt in one night.