A/N: Wow, how long has it been since Ive actually even touched this website? :P No really though, I am really sorry to anybody who has read and liked this story, which I'm pretty sure is only Heartless-Lover12, so thank you for actually reading my story and for being patient. And to anybody who read my other story, The Omni Mask, Im very sorry but I lost interest in that story, so I cancelled it. :( Once again, very sorry. This story will probably be my main focus for awhile, but I may throw in a few onehsots here and there. So without further ado, Chapter 2! (Hey, that rhymed! :P)
The Legendary Mira
Chapter 2
"Why do they need me?" Mira questioned, raising her eyebrows slightly. A warm breeze whipped by her and Jak, fluttering her skirt upwards. A girlish squeal escaped from Mira's mouth as the warm gust pressed against her inner thighs. No way, she thought fearfully, did I really just make that noise? Daz and Garret, who had not left the area yet, stood staring at the sight, droplets of crimson blood oozing from their noses. Blushing fiercely, she extended her long middle finger to both of the perverts, smoothing the dark blue skirt down to its original position.
"Boys!" Jak barked loudly, making the two teenagers leap nearly a yard in the spring air. "Go do that work NOW." The older man's eyes were burning with rage at the disobedience of his hormonal children. The pair slowly made their way into the small village, muttering some very colorful vocabulary along the way.
"Anyway," Jak started, trying to forget the situation that had just occurred, "Kull didn't give me exact details, but he said it was very important." Oh great. Whenever the old fart says that, I know it's gonna be bad. Mira thought, rolling her eyes fiercely. Jak stared at her with a questioned look. "Um… what's wrong?" he asked, his deep voice full of confusion.
"Oh, n-nothing! So what does Yura need?" Mira stammered, trying to veer back on topic. Almost instantly, Jak completely forgot about Mira's eye-rolling and continued, "Yura's job goes along with Kull's, but she wished to see you first." A tsunami of relief washed over Mira. She wasn't particularly fond of Kull, and he was just like Garret and Daz, which was not a good thing, especially considering how old the blacksmith was. I wonder if he's a pedophile, trying to get girls like me. Oh well, if he even puts his hands on Hannah, I will beat the hell out of him.
Mira bore a violent and deadly facial expression while she thought this, causing Jak to stare in an awkward silence once more.
"O-okay!" she said excitedly, trying to reassure Jak that she wasn't a psychopath maniac, " I will just get to it then!" With a curtsey, she turned on her heel and walked very quickly to the main village, leaving Jak to stand in the warm air wondering what had just happened.
As she arrived in the quaint little village, the roars of childish laughter and happy screams weaved their way into her ears. Hannah, Hank, and Emilia were running around Hank's house, chasing each other in a ferocious game of tag. Mira smiled lightly. Oh how she missed the days when she and her brother, Clarke, used to play games and what not. But that was before he died… Mira's smile swiftly left her face as she remembered her brother.
Mira was only four years old when their parents abandoned them. Clarke was only twelve, and he knew practically nothing about survival skills. He and her had trekked for miles until they collapsed in the outskirts of Ordon. Jak found them, and he gave them the tiny little house which Mira now lives in. Their life there seemed perfect, so happy and peaceful.
But that was before Clarke died. Mira was ten when word of her brother's death arrived at the doorstep in the form of a Hylian general. Clarke had joined the army and was killed in the Great War by a man with 'lightly green skin, menacing eyes, and a jet black stallion.' His heart had been pierced by a 'shining, aqua blue sword.'
And to this day, people had been calling her a bitch due to her foul attitude and short temper. Yeah, well I'd love to see them go through that and not have an attitude like me. Mira thought, furrowing her eyebrows furiously.
"HI MIRAAA!" an innocently young voice called out to her. Disposing of the horrid thoughts, she swiftly turned to her left to see Hannah waving her hands excitedly at the sight of her role model. The dark clouds of anger quickly left, and she waved back, smiling broadly. It's all in the past now. Behind Hannah, the mischievous Hank crept up slowly behind her. Crouching like a tiger, he immediately pounced on the young girl, producing screams of terror and joy from the aforementioned girl.
"You're it!" Hank shouted happily, sprinting hard off to the small basin of water behind his tall house. Propelling herself up off of the emerald grass, she ran after him, shouting "Bye Mira!" Sighing happily, Mira strolled casually over the wooden bridge overtop the tiny river, the boards moaning under her weight. Jeez, I'm not that fat. She thought, rubbing a hand over her slender waist.
Sounds of horses neighing and boys yelping in pain quickly met Mira's eardrums as she arrived in Yura's ranch, the sun pounding her ocean blue eyes. Inside the perimeter of the ranch, Daz and Garret were being chased by a group of chocolate brown horses that didn't look particularly happy. Their dark hair flowed in the pleasant spring breeze as they pursued the two panicking teenagers.
Directly in front of the decaying stables was a tall figure relaxing in a wooden chair armed with small wheels at the feet of the chair. Her skin was tanned from exposure to the harsh sun, and her hair was a light auburn tied into a ponytail. She stared out at Garret and Daz with her bright green eyes, a sly smirk planted on her face.
"They're idiots, aren't they Yura?" Mira asked, finally arriving next to her best friend. Yura turned her head to face Mira, squinting her eyes to shield her already poor vision.
"Oh yes they are. I'm just lucky that they are stupid, 'cause I sure as hell can't herd them horses." she responded, gesturing down to her wheelchair with a hurt expression. Mira sighed sadly. Yura had once been a famous horse racer, known all over Hyrule. She won race after race after race, never giving up. She was strong willed and determined, a surprising quality for someone of only seventeen years of age.
But seven months ago, the Hylian Sprint was at its last race. As Yura neared the finish line, however, her horse Ember lost his footing and did four somersaults onto the rough, dirty earth. Yura had been crushed under the immense weight of her beautiful stallion. Her spine had been nearly severed in half, and she lost the ability walk and even crawl.
Since the event, Ember had been given to Mira, and she treasured the poor being like it was her child. And Yura was reduced to a cripple stuck in a mediocre wheelchair. All she could do was hope that buffoons like Garret and Daz would screw up and do the work.
"So," Mira started, trying to leave the sorrowful topic behind in the dust, "What's this work Jak tells me that you and Kull need done?"
"Oh yeah!" Yura exclaimed, slapping herself on the forehead. "I forgot. Kull will give you the details, but..." Yura trailed off as she feverishly pushed the wheels on her chair towards the gargantuan shed parallel to the stables. Mira followed her friend, a wicked smirk plastered on her elegant face as a rock hard hoof collided with Garret's pelvic region.
Something violently crashed in front of Mira, and she jumped nearly a yard in the air. Swiftly turning, her eyes caught sight of a monstrous crate at her sandals. In big, black letters, the word 'MILK' was stamped onto the front of the auburn crate. "Uh..." she started, wondering why there was a huge box in front of her.
"I need you to deliver this along with the stuff Kull has." Yura answered, a sincere smile on her tanned face.
"What kind of stuff does that old pedobear have for me?" Mira asked dryly. A loud laugh broke out from Yura.
"I really have no idea, hon. You'll have to go and see for yourself. Sorry you have to deal with him." the rancher said, a look of sympathy on her face. Nodding to her friend, Yura pushed her way back to the front of the stable, yelling at Daz angrily about riding her horses.
With a sigh, Mira bent over to pick up the crate, her back screaming in protest. Oh Nayru,I'm not even twenty yet and I feel like an old hag. With all the strength in her heavenly body, she lifted the crate into her arms. Holy shit, what's in this thing? She glanced over at the label on the behemoth box. 'MILK.' Wow, I just had a blonde moment, she thought, and the worst part is that I actually am a blonde.
Groaning under the weight of the box, Mira began to slowly make her way to tiny gate that led to the main village. It'd be nice if one of those dumbasses helped a little girl carry such a huge box., she thought as she watched Garret and Daz lead the last four horses back into the stables. Realization struck the beauty like a trainwreck. An imaginary candle lit over her golden head.
"Oh dear me," Mira said loudly, rubbing her back in agony. "This box just seems to be to heavy for a little girl like me." The two teenagers looked over at Mira, who was making a show of bending over in 'pain.' A river of red slowly streamed from their noses as their eyes caught sight of Mira's cleavage, which was extremely noticeable. Over at the stable, Yura chuckled slightly.
"I just wish a big, strong man would help me carry this darn thing over to Kull." she pleaded, rubbing her body sexually. Oh my Goddesses this feels so wrong. "I'd be willing to do some 'favors' for them." Mira moaned in the most horny way possible, rubbing her delicious body even more. I swear, I'm never gunna hear the end of this from Yura. She thought, stealing a glance at her crippled friend, who was on the verge of falling out of her wheelchair and laughing.
At the exact same time, the two horny teenagers screamed "I'll do it!" Smirking seductively, Mira winked at the two and blew a kiss towards them. The instant the 'kiss' connected with them, they sprinted towards the devilishly heavy crate and propelled it into their arms. Wow, I don't know what kind of stuff Jak makes them do, but it's clearly paying off. Mira thought, impressed by the event unfolding before her. But she was even more impressed by the fact that her plan worked.
With a fist pump, she excitedly thought And who said being sexy was difficult? It had not even been ten seconds and the brothers were already into the village, leaving a cloud of dust at their heels. Smiling, she slowly made her way towards the village. But her peaceful stroll was interrupted as a chorus of shrill screams introduced themselves to her ears.
It was the war cries of Mokoblins.