"M...! Mipha!" She heard the shriek of his voice, a sound so terrifying she hadn't heard it before.
He cradled her limp body, which was covered with wine red blood, soaking the hero's clothing.
'Why didn't he hold me like this while we were both together?' Mipha wondered. Then she realized, it doesn't matter. She was dead, anyways.
She watched him cry, whimper that he was too late, apologize for what he did, that it was all his fault.
It was only half his fault, that she was dead, but still made Mipha writhe with anger. Not because of him, but because of someone else. Someone who lied to everyone just for the sake of their own reputation. Someone... who would kill for that reputation.
Mipha knew Link was much later than he thought. Everyone was. Except for them. They would never be late, always taking a chance to strike.
They would never lose, no matter how hard anyone tried to fight it.
Mipha tried, she tried so hard to run away from them, but as a Champion, she had no choice. She had to face them.
And her life was taken away because of that.
People thought she had died because of some monster summoned by Ganon, but she wasn't that weak. She could've taken that beast down if she weren't already dead.
She died for a different reason. For taking a step too far across the line.
And as Urbosa said, "Overconfidence can be a deadly foe."
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Her Love is Poison, but My Love is Pure
HorrorMipha and Link always spent time together. They were best friends, even close to lovers. They'd known each other since they were toddlers, playing around with the other children at Zora's Domain. One mistake, and it was all gone.
