A/N: Okay, sorry for the lacking of updates. Not like anybody really cares, I mean, only like two people read it but I enjoy writing this. This is my shortest chapter so far. :O IDK why, but this one is pretty darn important, or at least I think it is. Alright, so thats about it. Enjoy. :D
The Legendary Mira
Chapter 5
Mira could not see anything-well, she could, but the only thing around her was darkness, frightening and unholy darkness. Darkness as far as her eyes could see. No light to be seen for whatever distance the black traveled. She was not floating or standing, she was just there, trapped in the haunting darkness. Mira tried with all of her might to turn her body, but like before, it would not obey her. A shudder coursed through her numb spine.
Where... am I? Mira questioned herself, her thoughts the only things she had control over. A haunting feeling swept Mira into a torrent of fear. She had remembered everything that had previously happened; the hulking beast with its horrifyingly sharp claws, the shy marks of pleasure lost in the bloodiness of its eyes, and the insufferable pain of the currents of electricity thrusting into her chest.
Am I...am I dead?
Before she could answer her own question, her body slowly began to turn. Only it was not out of her will. The atmosphere surrounding her was shifting her body to face something. Mira knew it. She could feel the dark presence of another being creep up on her body. A blinding flash of light produced a flinch from Mira, and then a tall figure fell into her gaze.
His clothes were as dark as the void he was, somehow, standing in. In his gloved right hand was a sword. The pommel was pure white, and it branched out into Keese-like wings at the hand guard. A red jewel was smack dab in the middle of the hand guard, shining magnificently. It was the same color as the creature's eyes. A small chain broke out from the end of the hilt. The blade itself was curved at the tip slightly, resembling a fang. The metal of the menacing blade was as black as its owner's clothing.
The man holding it was tall and muscular, his build visible through the creases on his tunic. His hair was bleached, covered slightly by a dark cap upon his skull that flowed behind him, despite the fact that there was no wind present. His skin was nearly the same shade of ghostly white as his hair. Dread blossomed in Mira's frame as she stared into his bright red eyes with her own purple ones, still unaware of the color change of her own. The man's orbs seemed to crush all hope that Mira still had, and they reeked of death.
He grinned, showcasing pearly white teeth, pointed at the tips to look like a wolf's. As slow as a tired turtle, he began to step towards the still immobile Mira, his black leather boots clacking against whatever solid surface lay beneath the darkness. Each footstep was louder than the previous, Mira's ears popping slightly. The man bore an extremely close resemblance to the man she had seen in her dream, Link. No, he looked exactly like him, only with different clothing, sword, and an evil aura emanating from his body.
The man halted in his tracks. He slipped his finger through the gap in the small ring at the tip of the chain. He swung the ominous sword in a monstrous circle beside him. The air surrounding the blade whistled as it traveled at an incredible velocity.
"The point I'm trying to make is that I made a big mistake choosing you as my carrier." the man jeered. More chills of fear shot throughout Mira's backbone as he spoke. His voice was distorted, as if two people were speaking in near perfect sync. His voice was at a moderate pitch, neither deep nor high. A carrier? What is he talking about? Is he even talking to me?
"You're helpless, unable to fight, and a waste of matter!" the man barked at her, rage present in his cryptic voice, "You're the weakest , most worthless, most pathetic excuse for a human I've ever seen! Mira!" As he screamed her name, he stabbed his arm out, flinging the deadly sword at her. It tore through the air at awesome speeds. With a gasp of shock, Mira clenched her eyes tight, bracing for the sleek blade to destroy her heart.
But the intense pain of steel clashing with flesh never rippled through her already weakened figure. Forcing her eyes open, she stared down at her bosom, which did indeed have a blade protruding it. What the? The contents of Mira's stomach threatened to spill from her mouth as the darkness around her tilted her to face the situation occurring.
The sword did indeed travel through her body, but it was not her's. Instead the sharp tip had found a home inside another Mira. Dumbfounded, she tried to grasp the events before her. Is that me, or is this me? Why is there two of me? The 'other' Mira had the exact same hair, luscious and golden. But that was the only noticeable similarity.
Her clothes were pretty much identical to the man's; a forest green tunic, knee-high brown boots, snow white stockings, even a green cap was placed atop her head. Her eyes even seemed to have the same shimmer of wrath hidden away in them. And that was another thing. This Mira's eyes were purple, not blue. A beautiful, seductive purple. Why are they...?
The other Mira was breathing heavily, blood smeared across the soft skin of her angelic face. How is she still alive? The sword in her right hand fell from her grasp, the shining platinum of the blade ringing as it smashed against the dark. The handle was almost a perfect clone of the man's, only it was a bright red and was more solid where the hand guard split into the wings. Hopelessness was as bright as the sun in the purple of the other Mira's eyes.
The man began to walk once again, a malicious smirk planted on his pale face. A sharp whistle broke the frightening silence as the villain warped to the other Mira. The real Mira flinched, not really, but the sudden movement did startle her quite a bit.
"You suck Mira. Just accept it." he said mockingly. With a jerk of his masculine frame, he ripped the sword from the other Mira's chest with a revolting crunch, a sea of blood following it. Her body did not even shake as the blade was removed.
"Now watch as everything you hold near and dear to your heart is destroyed," said the man sinisterly, turning his back to the barely alive Mira, "by me."
Another flash of light disrupted the darkness for a split second, and the menacing man was gone from her eyesight. He was replaced by a tiny, helpless figure cowering underneath another tall one. Mira instantly recognized the smaller one as Hannah. Only something was wrong. Her plump face was stained with blood, and undeniable fear was visible in her young eyes. Tears gushed from her eyes like rapid rivers.
"M-m-ira." the little girl choked out, her voice shaky. The diamonds of water exploded into miniature oceans on the darkness below her. Why, is she crying?
Mira was unable to see the other figure's face, as its back was turned to her and even its body was not visible, as it was just a blob of gray, barely taking form of a human being. An evil chuckle intertwined with Hannah's sobs. The puffs of laughter soon exploded into howls of demonic cackles, delivering bitter chills through every bone in Mira's body.
"Plea-please," Hannah begged pitifully, "Gi-give Mira back..." The being towering over the young girl merely laughed in response before raising its arm in the air, armed with an unseen sword. It brought the sword down vertically upon Hannah. NO!
"MIRA!" Hannah screamed. Just as the sword was about to cleave the small girl in half, another flash tore through the dark, and the two were gone. What the?
"Just like your brother," a deep, pure voice said calmly. Two more figures stood in the darkness, one grasping the other's throat. The one tortured figure was the other Mira, gasping for precious oxygen. The sleeves of her tunic were in shreds, revealing thin, slender arms. A deep cut was underneath her left eye, the blood trickling down into the collar of her outfit. She hung like a rag doll in the other figure's hand, near the haunting brink of death. Her boots only crawled up to her ankles, the other parts destroyed by Goddesses knows what. The white stockings she wore were tattered, displaying fresh wounds on the other Mira's legs.
The silhouette holding her was gray, just like the other one before, its face invisible to Mira. In its hand, however, was a gargantuan sword. It was as blue as the water seen in Lake Hylia, peaceful and calm. It shone proudly in the dark surrounding it. The shape of it was incomprehensible to Mira, all she saw was a rod of blue. The man (Mira assumed it was a man by its voice) held the sword's tip at the other Mira's chest. Without another word, he thrust the sword into her chest. It shattered the skin of her chest and back as it traveled clean through her chest. Pools of blood splattered in every direction.
Another flash. Mira saw Hannah and Hank tied up to a thick wooden pole, their tiny eyes shut. Are they...!
Another flash. She saw a giant white dragon roar into the raining horizon.
Another flash. Mira shivered as she saw herself scream in a town plaza, tears running down her face.
Another flash. A man with an odd mask came into view.
Another flash. Daz and Garret were facing black creatures with swords in their palms.
Another flash. Mira saw a pair of purple eyes glisten with rage as a voice shrieked, "I WILL PROTECT THEM!"
The flashes were too fast. Mira could barely get a glimpse at each event. Her thoughts swirled. Her stomach churned. Pain pumped with the blood in her veins.
Mira screamed in the darkness, and then she was awake.