A/N: Hurray for new chapter! I really don't know why I continue writing this, I mean I don't think anyone reads it anymore. :( Ah well. Maybe I just gotta be patient. Okay, we've been kinda serious in the past couple chapters so let's try to have some comic relief, eh? Enjoy!

The Legendary Mira

Chapter 6

Mira's divine body shot straight up, the blankets shielding her from the cold flying with her. Her breathing was heavy, trying to take in as much air as possible. What the fuck was up with that dream? She thought, rubbing her temples slightly, a headache shying away into the back of her head. With a sigh of relief, she lay back down on the bed, the soft material soothing against the dull pain. A hurricane of fatigue swept into her body. Mira rubbed her arms slightly until her fingers trailed over something on her right arm.

Removing the arm from the safety of the white blanket, bandages were whipped tightly around her bicep and forearm, all the way up to the knuckles on her hand. Staring at them seemed to unearth a hidden agony. But, that thing didn't even touch either of my arms, Mira thought with a blank expression. The thought of the beast shone light upon the memory of the claw digging into her chest, and her hands shot to that region. She slowly pulled the night gown hugging her curves down over her right breast, only to discover that it too was wrapped in bandages.

The aroma of cooked meat and bread wafted into the room Mira was currently in, and Mira actually felt a small droplet of drool dribble down her chin. She was extremely hungry, even though it was only noon. There was no sunlight pouring into the room, signaling the sun was at its peak. Her stomach grumbled, begging for something to devour.

But something struck Mira. She wasn't in her house. No, this was not her bed, nor was this the room she slept in every night. The floor and walls were made of wood, and a large fur carpet spread across the floor. There were no ladders, instead there was a door, opening up the path to a lower floor. Realization hit Mira upside the head again. How am I in my night gown, and why the hell do I have bandages on? She tried to get up from the rickety bed, but her muscles yelped in protest, and the pain quickly became too much. She fell back onto the mattress with a plop. Mira exhaled. I don't think I've ever felt this crappy.

The door to the room opened with a groan, and in stepped a figure carrying a tray. His brown eyes were friendly and inviting. His hair was as brown as his eyes and was combed straight down his forehead, the bangs cloaking his eyebrows. He was tall and lanky. His outfit was composed of a brown worker's shirt and black cloth trousers. Mira smiled at him.

"Hey Leon." Mira greeted her friend sweetly. Leon was Kull's grandson and eighteen years of age, the same as Mira. The two had been friends ever since she arrived in the village. He was her first friend in Ordon, and quite possibly her best. Leon was the complete opposite of Garret; he was polite, kind, caring, and was never a pervert towards Mira.

"Hey. How do you feel?" he responded, his lips perked up in a gentle smile. Leon placed the tray down on the nightstand beside Mira and pulled a chair from the corner of the room, flopping down on it with a sigh. The tray he was carrying was decorated with cow meat and freshly baked bread. More drool formed at the tips of her soft lips.

"I feel like shit." she answered dryly. Leon laughed.

"Don't worry, you'll feel better soon enough," Leon assured, running a scratchy hand through his hair. "You really scared us, ya know. There was a huge ass cut on your chest, we didn't know if you were gunna make it or not." A faint pain blazed as she recalled the demonic creature nearly killing her. Or, did it kill me...? Shaking the thought off, she asked "How did I end up here?"

"Oh, Daz and Garret found you at the pond unconscious. For some reason, part of your shirt was missing, and..." he trailed off, and Mira understood exactly what he meant. Oh Nayru, they saw my boob. "They carried you over here, and Maria patched up your wounds. Right now we're in the guest room. Grandpa's downstairs, working on some stuff, and I was awesome enough to bring you some food." The delectable smell of the food wafted into Mira's nostrils, making her sense of smell practically orgasm.

"May I?" Mira pleaded. Leon smiled knowingly and nodded his head with a soft grin. He placed the cold metal tray down on her lap, and he propped her body up so she could eat. His hand brushed against her breasts, and his cheeks tinted pink for a brief moment, making the dark of his eyes bolder. Mira grinned. He's so cute, she thought, smiling softly. She had always been attracted to Leon in some way, possibly because of his great personality and how easily flustered he could get.

"Oh, yeah! Before I forget," Leon started, reaching into his pocket for an object of apparent importance. Mira smiled even more as he fiddled with the pockets of his jet black pants. A look of excitement sprang across his face, probably discovering what he so desperately wanted to find. In the palm of his now visible hand was a necklace. The chain was forged of pure gold and the Hylian symbol for protect was proudly displayed as the charm. It zigged and zagged to form a Z with a cross in the center. Mira stared at it in awe.

"Maria had told me to go get a nightgown for you, so when I did I found this at the bottom of your dresser. Wasn't it-"

"My brother's, yeah..." Mira said sorrowfully, her beautiful smile departing from her face.

"So, um, it was in pretty bad shape, so I took some of the spare silver we had and refined the chain for you." Leon said quickly, trying to revive Mira's downed spirits. He succeeded, the lost smile finding its way back home.

"Thanks, Leon." Mira said while she gazed at the alluring crest on the necklace. Sapphires aligned themselves along the perimeter of the symbol, each one glimmering with pride and beauty. The chain, as Leon had mentioned, had once been broken into multiple fragments, but now it appeared as if nothing happened.

Leon scooted his chair to Mira's side, an irritating noise produced from the friction of wood against wood. Hesitantly, he separated the small hook from the ring in the chain, a mouse like click barely noticeable. Mira, understanding what he was proceeding to do, bent her neck forward slightly, brushing her elegant hair away from her neck. Leon leaned forward and bonded the two pieces together again around Mira's neck. Her neck rose again, and the charm of the necklace fell just short of her cleavage. Mira's eyes were lost in the oceans of the sapphires.

"It looks beautiful." she said breathlessly.

"Yeah it does. Who's awesome?" Leon responded with a cocky grin.

"You're awesome." she chuckled. Mira took notice to the fact that Leon's eyes were slowly losing their friendliness. They were being replaced with confusion, as if he were lost at sea. Equally confused, Mira asked "What's, wrong Leon?"

"Mira, were your eyes always purple?" The question seemed to slap Mira straight across her face.

"Um, what do you...?" Before she could finish her sentence, Leon stretched over to grasp something on the nightstand, the chair he sat in moaning. Now in his hands was a small mirror, reflecting his fingers and the beams of sunlight splitting the dark of the room. He held it out to her, concern written all over his face. Mira grabbed it out of his hands with a puzzled expression. She stared into the mirror.

Sure enough, her eyes were purple. They lit up as Mira looked at her reflection. How in the hell? She asked herself. They shimmered in the dim light. What really sent shivers down Mira's spine was the fact that the other Mira she saw in her dream had the exact same color. Beautiful and seductive. Her face screamed disbelief.

"I...I don't...No, they were never purple, my eyes were blue." Mira managed to spit out. Leon's gaze descended upon her right arm.

"And, you may want to have a good look at your arm." he said quietly. Placing the mirror back down on the nightstand, Mira silently tore the bandages from her skin, fearful of what lay beneath them. They fell to the mattress without a sound. Mira nearly screamed in shock.

Traveling along the exterior of her bicep and forearm were odd markings that stopped just at the knuckles on her right hand. They twisted and intertwined with each other at her elbow and the middle of her arm. The strands of purple, almost as purple as her eyes, nearly intersected before they halted at Mira's middle knuckle. Their tips looked jagged and rippled. Their journey continued over her shoulder and down towards her chest.

Without a single moment of hesitation, Mira ripped the bandages covering her breasts off, causing Leon to blush and look away while she inspected her 'tattoos.' They did continue, all the way to the interior of Mira's right breast. Where that thing stabbed me... The tendrils exploded into a marking that draped almost the entire side of her bosom. The symbol on her chest was one that faintly reminded her of a butterfly. It had a small orb at the center and rounded wings split from it.

"I have...no clue how I got these," Mira said softly as she stared at Leon with confusion sprinkled into her eyes. He stared back at her with his own brown eyes, and Mira felt somewhat comforted. If there's anyone I can trust, it's Leon and Yura.

"Alright then. I'll just get you some water, maybe it'll jog your memory a bit." Leon said calmly, a sincere smile on his face. He got up from the chair. Mira could hear his joints pop as they supported his weight. Just then, a deafening crash and furious pounds flew into the room, scaring the living daylights out of Mira. Leon also jumped, lost his footing, and fell forward-straight into Mira's cleavage.

Mira yelped as Leon groaned. She felt a monsoon of heat rise to her face. Her face as red as a tomato, Mira's jaw fell to the floor as her friend's head was nestled comfortably between her large breasts. His breathing was hot on her chest as he mumbled something that was impossible to understand. Placing his hands on the bed below him, Leon shoved himself up, his face even redder than Mira's. His hair was in a mess.

Mira stared at him in astonish. His jaw quivered as he feebly tried to grasp the situation. He sputtered "Um, uh, M-mira?" She smiled a bit, and then broke out laughing. Her face turned a deeper shade of red. Leon chuckled nervously, not really finding it funny at all, surprised by the fact that he wasn't dead yet.

"You're, not mad...?" he asked cautiously. Mira settled her laughing, wiping away tears.

"Of course I'm not mad! I know it was an accident, it's just that your face was priceless!" she exclaimed.

"But, if it were Daz or Garret, you would have killed them."

"Probably. But your one of my best friends, Leon. I'd never hurt you." Mira smiled. He smiled back.

Their tiny moment of happiness was quickly interrupted as the door to the room was shoved open. In ran a small girl a couple years older than Hannah. Her hazel eyes were filled to the brim with panic. The orange of the girl's hair was everywhere. The flopping of her sandals were in near perfect sync with her heavy breathing.

"Emilia!" Mira said with a petite flinch, "What's wrong?"

"Oh Mira! It's really bad!" Hannah's elder sister began, trying to catch her inconsistent breathing. Mira sat her down on the bed, cooing in the girl's ear, telling her to calm down. "Now what happened?" Mira asked.

"Hannah and Hank have been kidnapped!"