"Link! Wake up!" Miro Miro cried out loudly, to which Link responded with unconscious groans of massive pain and discomfort.
After sustaining several serious injuries from the fight and falling from several stories high, it was a miracle the Kokiri was still alive. A trail of blood began where Link made painful impact against the cobblestone ground and followed him to where his tumble came to a halt. Link's black attire were riddled with bloody openings, and his limbs looked like they were twisted all the wrong ways. Miro Miro wondered if he would ever be able to walk again. However, Link had bigger issues.
Any heartbeat now, there was going to be a very angry Gerudo hellbent on revenge.
She tried to wake him up again, "Link! She's going to be here soon!"
"Shut up I know! ARGH!" Link rudely yelled back at her before screaming in agonizing pain. His body tensed up as he tried to wriggle the stiffness out of his bones and muscle and fix whatever was not bent right. He then planted his hands onto the ground and attempted to lift himself up, grunting with effort. "AAHH!" he exerted in pain as he put pressure onto his broken arms and hand, and the painful yell echoed between the cream colored walls of the Gerudo establishments.
But to no avail. Link collapsed back onto the stone ground and shallowly gasped for air. If Miro Miro did nothing, she was going to watch Link die at this very location. But what could she possibly do?
"Hey, fairy, what's your name?" Link's question caught her off guard.
"Miro Miro."
Link screamed as he tested the mobility of his broken limbs, which was modest, but painstaking. "Okay. Miro Miro," he said in between grunted breaths, "I need you to do something for me."
Miro Miro dreaded that this was going to be Link's final request before his murderous way of life finally caught up to him. "Anything," she surprisingly said without hesitation.
Several painful clacks of the bone seemed to restore some rotational movement he needed. "I need you to stall her," said Link as he slowly yet agonizingly reached for the ropeshot.
"M-m-me?" What could she possibly do to stall Link's impending death?
"Did I stutter?" karma had responded to his rude remark with more pain as he attempted to fix his left elbow. "Raagh! Yes, you!"
"H-how, wha, how do I exactly do that?"
"Rrg, I dunno. Bite her, talk to her, just keep her inside the tower for as long as possible."
No way! This is suicide! I'm not going up there for... "Okay," she said instead, "I can do this. Yes." No, no! What have I done!? Her motherly instincts had successfully overpowered her own will. But how would her motherly instincts fare against a fearsome warrior? The very thought of confronting that Gerudo stirred up every negative emotion inside her.
And when she began fluttering back up towards the tower, the tension inside her grew with each beat of the wing. A boy she had just met only a few hours ago had practically just sent her on a suicidal errand, and she willingly agreed! Why!? As Miro Miro climbed higher closer to the little dark window against the bright stone reflecting the fading hours of sunlight, she could not shake the feeling that somehow, fate was drawing her to this place, that she was coming here for a reason beyond what Link had asked of her. How far was she willing to go for this Kokiri? Suddenly, a question popped in her head that had even disgusted her, was this Kokiri even worth saving?
Welp, there's only one way to find out. Great Deku Tree, please guide me. Without a second thought, she continued climbing until she was level with the window and the two sisters.
One kneeled over and held the lifeless other in her hands. The tears of grief rang in Miro Miro's heart, for it was an emotion felt by all. Her lips moved and softly muttered Gerudo poetry to her fallen twin. Even though Miro Miro could not translate each foreign word uttered with each breath, but she knew the feeling of a sad poem, like the Ode for Tomorrow which was sung for the Old Deku Tree when he died.
Okay, nothing fancy, just stalling her… Remembering her objective, Miro Miro waited just outside the window, delaying the approach until the very last moment. The woman fell silent after she was done reciting her goodbye to her sister. After planting a final kiss on the forehead, the grieving sister laid her sister to rest and stood up as a warrior. This was Miro Miro's chance to butt in, "Um, excuse me."
"Go away," the cold answer even chilled the summer air around Miro Miro.
"I…" hesitation flooded her soul and prevented her from saying anything further. What could she say? Perhaps honesty was a good place to start? "I feel horrible… for your loss."
"You don't know what I am feeling."
"No. You are right. I am a mere fairy from the forest. Companion to a Kokiri. I had become a mother to a loving boy, but I lost him twenty eight years ago. So, I could never know your loss."
"Speak and be gone! Unless you speak for Cica!" the way she roared out his Gerudo name had nearly petrified Miro Miro in place, "then there is nothing for you to say."
"What would it take?" Here we go, she trembled inside, facing an cavalcade of incoherent thoughts and anxiety while she awaited for an answer. "For you to spare his life?" if she was not clear enough.
Suddenly, Minja, or Kinja, picked her head up and finally looked Miro Miro dead in the eye. There was a long, dramatic pause before she delivered her ultimatum…
"You must offer your life to revive my sister."
Oh no... Is this what fate had brought Miro Miro all the way out here for? Would she trade her life to save a dying Kokiri, however far astray he may have been led? Link may have turned rotten, but Miro Miro knew that even Father had a place in his heart for the lost Kokiri, for the Great Deku Tree loved all life. How cruel that this long journey through the Lost Woods and then to Castle City was Father's way of asking Miro Miro to absolve this boy's sins... At least then Miro Miro wouldn't have to deal with the hazards of Hyrule Castle City anymore. I need you to stall her for me, Link's voice crept inside her head. She sighed and switched tactics, "Is there… any other possible way you could think of? Without involving my life?"
There was silence, and then a slow, deadly shake of the head. The dead seriousness of her dual colored eyes cut through Miro Miro's soul and caused the fairy to tremble.
"Um…" there had to be another way, "Maybe I could, you know, find another wa-?"
"You must choose now," abruptly interrupted the woman. An bloodcurdling breeze coursed ferociously between the two, forcing Miro Miro to adjust her flight and carrying the strands of her velvety hair up in the wind. The longer the Gerudo stared at Miro Miro, the more Miro Miro wanted to flee, "Give up your life, or watch Cica die."
Well, when she put it that way, Miro Miro had to frantically search for another question to throw at her direction, "Um, wha- what guarantee do I have that you, you know, will hold your end of the bargain?"
"If my sister lives once more, we can collect our bounty, and Cica is only valuable to us if he is alive, so you have my word he will live."
Miro Miro gulped. It had come down to this. Link was a killer. But he was also one of the Great Deku Tree's children, and she had a duty to protect all of His offspring. But if she sacrificed her life here, how many more dangers must Link face? Would it be better for her to stay alive and help Link survive instead of letting the Gerudo see her sister live once more?
"HAHAhaha!" laughter burst from the Gerudo's mouth, drawing confusion from Miro Miro, "Oh, I jest! You fairies sure are gullible! Did you seriously not know?" Now Miro Miro felt insulted, "Fairies can only bring back Hylians to life. It is why Hylians think themselves above us. Like they are the chosen people or something." Miro Miro was shocked to find out she was about to throw away her lie for no reason. "There was nothing you could have offered me to change my mind. I made a pact together with my sister when we were children. He who brought down one, must be killed by the other. At all costs."
Her hair waved as stood up and brandished the fearsome blade with her bloodied arm and walked over to the edge of the window, "I know he cannot go far in his state. There is nowhere he can go where I cannot find him."
Oh no, this was it. Miro Miro had done all she could, and afterward she could only helplessly watch the Gerudo fall off the edge. Well, there was no sense in staying in the room with a dead corpse, Miro Miro pursued Link's pursuant and dove off the cliff after her. She had to reach Link before the Gerudo did and warn him with the little time he had left.
Using her uninjured arm, the warrior scaled down the wall almost as if she were running along it, and at her pace, she was nearly keeping up with Miro Miro. However, the fairy was the first to see the bloody trail paved along the space between the spire and its neighbor whose architecture was starkly different from all the others. When she had arrived, Link was nowhere to be found, only a straight path of blood led to a mess of broken, wooden crates near the end of the alley, where the trail ended in a small, collected pool.
It was not long before Kinja was standing four stories above Miro Miro. The Gerudo jumped off the ledge, caught onto the window sill below, then repeated this three more times until she dropped down onto the fresh blood. She touched the blood and studied the red liquid on her fingers, finally tasting it. Miro Miro helplessly watched as her eyes searched along the blood trail for his whereabouts. Simultaneously, their vision honed in on the cape near at the end of the alley.
As Miro Miro raced towards the cape, she began to hear a cacophony of shouts coming from the sunlit street, and when she rounded the corner, she saw the crowd of people crying loudly in anger. There had to have been at least a few hundred Hylians, packed in tightly, standing in front of the Desert Oasis carrying weapons in their hands. Their aggressive hollers made Miro Miro afraid they were going to attack at any moment. As much as the Lost Woods native objected the concept of the Gerudo house of bump-bump, the angry crowd of people looked like they had less than righteous intentions.
Judging by the way the bloody trail agonizingly trailed into the hostile masses, Miro Miro could only guess that Link had slipped into the swamp of hateful sentiments.
"Burn the sinners!" "Burn the spawns of Ganondorf!" "Burn the witches!" were just a few of the angry messages thrown at Gerudos in addition to the rocks and glass.
Standing at the receiving end of the aggression, the two Gerudo dancers were now reinforced by a dozen of their armed sisters. Their bronze helmets had visors shielding their face, and their dark brown pauldrons were fitted for their petite shapes. Only two metal vambraces protected their arms, and only two metal greaves protected their legs. The Gerudo sentries wielded their fearsome glaives, curved blades as long as any sword blade attached to a wooden pole, and stood unflinchingly against the barrage of stones.
And there was Rowark standing behind the sentries. Although Miro Miro had sort of hoped he was unclothed, as she imagined he would have been inside the Gerudo tower, she was glad he had the decency to emerge from the tower with his casual wear. But she was also hoping that he was armed; maybe he would be the one to prevent any escalation. With the way his face frowned, Rowark looked unsure of himself, his next course of action, and his involvement in this whole matter altogether. The way the Hylians were behaving made defending the Gerudos easier.
There was no time to worry about what Rowark was thinking; Link was in trouble. Miro Miro darted around the tense atmosphere, carefully flying high enough to avoid the attention. What was he wearing? Oh right! she thought to herself. She began looking for his black shirt and black pants. His poor sense of fashion should have easily stood out in broad daylight, but the swarm of Hylians was so thick that she could barely see all the way to the pavement, even as she lowered herself closer and closer to ground level.
The Gerudo had a much different tactic of searching through the crowd. She utilized her free arm, impervious to the bloody stab wounds, to forcefully push people aside and marched straight through the sea of bodies.
"Hey!" yelled the Hylian who was pushed aside. Kinja's disregard for her surroundings did not go unnoticed.
A burly, bearded man foolishly grabbed her by her injured arm, "Sinner! The Golden Goddesses will puni-" Her forehead shot into the taller Hylian's face, cutting him short. Her hands extended forth to shove faces out of her way as she pushed her way through the thick masses to find Link.
Kinja's resort to violence incited the entire crowd. Hands reached forth to grab onto her limbs and immobilize her. She responded with a powerful front kick that sent a poor woman tumbling backwards, which unbalanced the group of people in the way of her momentum. Using this space that she had just created, Kinja walked undeterred and swung her sword, intentionally avoiding flesh while making it clear that she was not hesitant to cut through anything that stood between her and her prey.
The hands retracted back into the crowd, safety was now the top priority. Anyone standing in front of Kinja quickly scrambled out of her path, except for the middle aged woman who was kicked down. Hyperventilating and trembling, the protester backed away from the incoming threat on all fours as fast as her pudgy body could.
Suddenly, a piece of Link's black shirt protruded from underneath the protester. Oh no! She's on top of Link! Miro Miro thought in her head. She could not imagine the pain Link must have been suffering through from supporting the weight of the woman sitting on top of him.
Kinja pointed her blade threateningly at the woman in front of her. "Move," the Gerudo impatiently commanded, to which the protester nodded and crawled out of the way without hesitation…
Seeing only the black tunic and not the body on the ground, Miro Miro then realized why Link did not scream in pain from being crushed.
The unamused Kinja turned around and glared into Miro Miro's soul, growling, "Where is he?"
The fairy was just as confused as the Gerudo was, "I - I don't know…"
A gruffy man carrying a pitchfork charged at her with his weapon lowered, "Kill the witch!" The mass of people followed him and quickly enclosed her. Another voice in the crowd cried, "Get 'er! She can't get all of us!" Her first instinct was to chop downward at the pitchfork, separating the head from the body. To prevent anyone from closing in behind her, she bent over, lifted her heel and thrust it into the nearest, bearded face.
Swinging her legs in tandem with her sword, the Gerudo warrior danced around trying to create open space between herself and the angry mob. While her sword swings were effective at keeping the people in front of her away, it would not be long before the sea of people behind her shrugged off her high kick, and she did not have the speed to deal everyone at once. It was not long before their hands would reach her. Once enough hands had gripped her sword arm, it was over for Kinja.
Suddenly, Miro Miro felt a strange heat coming from the Gerudo. It felt like a warm breeze at first, but then the current of the air began forcefully swirl through the crowd. As Kinja's heavy breathing turned into snarling, the air around her rapidly became more heated and more violent.
"RAAHH!" Kinja furiously yelled. Within a blink of an eye, purple flames began to form around her body and licked the protester's flammable clothing; before anyone could figure out what was going on, the purple flames had completely immolated the Gerudo and burst forth into a inferno. The force of the fiery explosion pushed everyone back. Screams of panic instantly followed, and the crowd, fleeing from the raging flames, quickly dispersed in all directions. Those that were too close when the immolation began were either dead or crying in agonizing pain as the purple flames consumed their flesh.
Only Miro Miro stayed in place. That was not to say she was not scared; if she were a full grown, Hylian man, she would have wet herself by now. The fully immolated and naked Kinja stood immune to the burning heat and pointed her sword at Miro Miro.
"Where! Is! CICA!?"