A/N: Hey whats up? Really sorry that I havent gotten an update recently, but schoolwork has been piling up lately, and sometimes I just don't have the motivation or drive to write. So yeah, I finished this chapter at 11:15 PM. yes, I really wanted to get it done, so I stayed up late to do so. So um, hope you guys like this chappie, I had a bit of fun writing this, but this is a pretty serious chapter, kinda dark and violent. Or at least, violent imagery. Tell me, after this chapter should I change the rating to M? Cuz this might be a taste of whats going to happen later on. So tell me in a review; keep it at T or change it to M? Alright guys, enjoy. :D
The Legendary Mira
Chapter 4
Mira arrived in the relaxed forest, her heart nearly leaping out of her chest, each beat like a raging thunderstorm. She scanned the area for the invading Mokoblins, but her blue eyes never even caught sight of one. What the hell? She thought, puzzled by the lack of invading monsters. Where could the Mokoblins have gone? They're smart enough to know that the village is defenseless. Not a patch of mucus green skin was in sight, nor were there any poorly constructed wooden clubs. All that was visible to Mira was the flowers growing happily along the perimeter of the forest and the trees that towered proudly over her.
The sound of rustling bushes crawled into Mira's eardrums, and she jumped slightly at the sudden interrupting of the peaceful silence. She snapped her head in every direction possible, her golden hair smacking her in the face. Her gaze fell on the destroyed gate that led to the Ordon Spring. Cautiously, she drew the dagger from its sheathe, a sharp shlick produced from the friction of cold metal against thick leather. The trees overhead cloaked her from the weakening rays of the brilliant sun, but Mira did not notice.
She came to the former gate, the small sounds of rushing water pacifying on her sense of hearing. Mira held the tooth-shaped dagger tight in her hand, the steel of the blade looking sharp and sleek.. The pounding drumbeat in her chest quickened. Mira was scared. Very scared. If Jak couldn't kill any of them, no way in hell I will. Mira thought with a terrified expression crammed onto her face.
She knelt down and placed the dagger beside her on the dried ground. Hands held firmly together and eyes closed, she pleaded Dear Goddesses, please let me get through this okay. Thank you very much for blessing me with a great life, and if I do happen to die, please lead me into your embraces. Safety be with me. Finished with her prayer, Mira scooped up the dagger, the dirt smearing onto her right hand.
Taking a deep breath and exhaling even deeper, she bolted into the Spring grounds, holding the small blade out in front of her in a feeble attempt to hold off whatever was awaiting her. Her feet were submerged in the warm water that was very soothing on her weary flesh. Clenching her eyes shut tightly, the force of her eyelids actually hurting her, Mira whimpered softly, certain her life was at an end. Oh Nayru oh Nayru oh Nayru oh Nayru oh Nayru.
But her death never came. No matter how long she kept the oceans that were her eyes shut, teeth never tore into her flesh and bones, wood never smashed into her face, and not a single war cry was heard. Confused at yet another absence of Mokoblins, Mira dared to open her eyes. And when she did, she instantly regretted it.
The gentle water of Ordon Spring was not its signature aqua, but instead crimson. The color of fresh blood. A terrible stench collided with Mira's sense of smell, and her hands flew to her nose, the tip of the dagger nearly stabbing her in the nostril. Bobbing up and down in the water were limbs. Green, horribly disfigured limbs. Arms, legs, torsos, feet, hands, everything. Strands of pink muscles and shards of bone were casually floating near the small waterfall at the head of the spring.
These were the limbs of the Mokoblins, Mira could tell right away. Not only was the skin the perfect shade of the putrid green, but several wooden clubs drifted throughout the pond of blood, splintered into chunks of all different sizes. The surplus of swimming heads sealed the deal, rolled eyes filled with nothing but death. What kind of fucking sociopath would do something like THIS? Even to Mokoblins! Nothing deserves to die like that! A terrible feeling rose in Mira's stomach as she continued to stare at the decapitated creatures, and she dashed towards the bushes to her left.
Mira vomited into the lively overgrowth. She was not the kind of person who enjoyed seeing stuff like that, and even the sight of blood made her sick as a dog. Glumly, she wiped her pink lips with the back of her hand, feeling even worse than when she woke up. I knew this was gunna be a shitty day. As she turned to face the pond, the sight of another bodyless head made her empty her stomach again.
The sound of branches being crushed under an immense weight startled Mira, causing her to cease her puking and face the noise. Her mind immediately went empty when a humongous, bulky figure fell into her line of sight. The only thing left in the null void that was her consciousness was fear. Pure and utter fear. Oh fuck. I'm screwed. Her entire body was shaking out of fright.
Towering over Mira was something that very, VERY vaguely resembled a Mokoblin. If it had been a Mokoblin before whatever happened to it happened, it sure as hell didn't look like it now. Its head was the same shape as a Mokoblin's, round and plump, but this one's jaws were more refined and sharp. It barred its teeth at her. They were jagged and tainted yellow. But there were specks of red on them. Specks of blood.
Its arms and legs were like tree trunks, thick and gargantuan. Muscles rippled through out them, and veins throbbed violently. The odd thing about this creature's veins, was that they were the shade of rubies, glowing brighter with each pound. It was a sickening sight, as the blood vessels snaked all over its body, around its maw and onto its three-toed feet. In the monster's hands were two Mokoblin heads hanging, literally, by a strand of skin from their bodies. Four iridescent white claws about the length of Mira's arm were clamped tightly around the nearly severed skulls.
Its chest was muscular, even more muscular than Garret's. He might be an idiot,but he's got an impressive build. Mira's mind wandered off, forgetting about the hulking beast for a moment. A behemoth scar smack dab between its pecs seemed to stare at Mira through its sky blue. What the hell kind of cut is that? The gash seemed to have tentacles traveling from it, littering its chest. The Mokoblin-killer's blood red eyes were flooded with rage and hunger. The eyes stood out like a sore thumb against the black of the creature's body.
As if they were rag dolls, the monster tossed the bodies into the bloodied water, the heads finally separating themselves from their bodies. They fell into the water with a splash, limp and empty of life. Mira froze as the leviathan approached her, each footstep creating a tsunami of ripples. Teeth chattering, body trembling, blue eyes full of anxiety. Why the hell can't I move? Her own body disobeyed her orders as she stood there helpless, the perfect game for such a monster.
It snorted, a puff of sticky, hot air wafting onto Mira's skin. It brooded over her, shielding her from the hardly present sunshine. The monster's red eyes seemed to pierce Mira's soul as she stared into them. A small tear escaped from the prison of Mira's eyes. Well, I've lived a good life.
Agonizing pain swarmed Mira's body as a huge hand coiled around her throat. Her oxygen supply was immediately cut off. She gasped for air as the creature lifted her off of the earth. But the monster had an iron grip. Mira kicked her feet and writhed around in a weak attempt to break free. The grasp tightened, causing breathless cries of sorrow to come from Mira. Her skin slowly flushed, becoming redder and redder by the second. Just kill me already!
But her death did not come. An expression of question slowly found itself a home on the monster's face. Then it grinned sinisterly, its yellow teeth a disgrace to oral hygiene. The clutch relaxed a bit and Mira immediately thanked the Goddesses. Thank you thank you thank you thank you than-
Her prayers of thanks were quickly interrupted as she felt a cool breeze slam against her chest. In the creature's other hand was a blob of white, strikingly familiar to Mira. She glanced downwards to see that a huge portion of her shirt had been torn off, her right breast no longer cloaked by clothing. Stunned, she stared at the creature yet again. The grin was still painted on its face. I swear, if that thing even THINKS about touching me-
A needle of torment injected into Mira's chest as a brilliant claw wormed its way into her chest. The odd beast stared at the claw protruding the side of her breast, a hint of lust in the red of its eyes. Mira didn't care; she was too concerned with the unbearable pain she was in right now. She just wanted to die. The pain was too much. It felt as if her heart was being stabbed by a million razor sharp swords. Her breathing was reduced to rapid, quick pants filled with almost no oxygen.
But, the devilish monster before her would not cease its torture. With yet another fiendish grin, it jolted its bulky body, producing full on screams from Mira. Bolts of violet electricity coursed through the claw, traveling into Mira's body through her chest. All of the universe seemed to stop and stare as Mira was slowly dying. Her body shook horribly as monstrous amounts of electricity surged into her heavenly figure.
Mira's eyes widened in excruciating pain as the odd, purple electricity fried her insides. This was even worse than her previous pain, far worse. The psychopath merely stood with that irksome smirk on its face as the volts of energy flowed into Mira's body. Now, more than ever, Mira just wanted death to arrive and whisk her away to paradise. She hoped no one else would have to be put through such insufferable pain. Mira could not think, she couldn't breathe, she couldn't even tell what was what anymore. All she knew was that she was going to die a terrible death. It felt as if every organ in her frame had exploded at the same time.
Then, in a millisecond, it stopped. The demon standing in front of her disappeared instantly, its body transforming into a hurricane of black dust. The sleek claw in her chest was removed, and the volts of electricity halted. Mira's body fell lifeless to the ground, smashing into it with a thud. She lay there, her face hollow of life. The rays of sunlight slowly brightened, and the birds began to chirp happily. But death still lingered in the atmosphere as the severed limbs of Mokoblins and Mira's body lay in the pond grounds.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the blue of Mira's eyes morphed into an elegant purple.