Pierced to Life

The picture is different than this short story I wrote for it, because I liked the two concepts and I didn't want to stick with just one. And the stabbing that Fierce Deity Link is doing to Quirinus in the picture is supposed to be a part of the ritual to bring life to him.

For those of you who don't know, Fierce Deity Link inspired the creation of my character, Quirinus, and hence I drew a picture in tribute to that.

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The defeat of Majora and the evil inside the mask therein was no easy feat. Link was backed into a corner and with only one mask remaining, summoned forth a powerful Deity inside it to become victorious. However, the battle came with a price. The young hero was swift in cutting down the wicked entity, yet the power to do so was so great that the Fierce Deity Mask bestowed upon the young boy was a sacrifice to the cause of peace. As the sword shot magic, it grew weaker, and as the mask was worn longer into the battle, its power decreased. With the final blow the magic sword had shattered, and the mask crumbled once Link removed it from his face. The power had been spent, and the young hero, while regretful, decided that this occurrence was for the best. Such power was not safe with anyone from that point on, including him. Only in emergencies would such strength rise up again, a last resort to rescue those that are on the brink of an impending crisis. The hero left the remains of the mask and the weapon in that realm of war he had engaged with Majora, and left Termina soon after.
Strewn on the stone floor, the shards of the magic blade began to shift and stir, as though waking from a deep dream. Glittering flicks of the weapon’s power spurred the pieces forward towards the center of the Realm, gathering together for a ritual of new life. As the crumbles of mask and blade locked, the cold surfaces together began to become warm and soft. The connection established a body not of steel or painted wood, but flesh and blood. It breathed and grew, spouting hair and features adequate for a human form. Ears turned long and pointy, hair a long, dark black, and the body a neat, defined shape of a male figure. The magic completed the process with the addition of a simple, yet elegant garb of mostly dark colors. Once the transformation was at last complete, the man was all that was left.
And when he awoke, the Fierce Deity itself disappeared from the rest of history.