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M o y w p c p et
You shoot up awake with a gasp, finding it hard to catch your breath, as if you had just been submerged in water for a long period. The bright light from what seems to be the sun blinds you for a minute, making your surroundings blurry.
“Where am I?” You question to yourself, surveying the open plains you have awoken in. There was nothing but grass and a few trees that lingered around. Oak tree, tall grass, cows, nothing but the norm. But you were lost. In the middle of no where.
Planting your hands on the ground you attempt to stand, your hand touching a cold material that left your hand feeling fuzzy. Glancing down you see a sword, purple and glowing. What the hell is this? You grasp the weapon and it feels comfortable in you palm. This is yours.
A small engraving carved into the edge of the sword peaked your interest. “A gift uwu” it seems that someone gave you this sword as a present. Fully grasping it you’re surprised to see words float softly in the air above it.
Y/N’s sword
Sharpness v
Knock back ll
Fire aspect ll
Looting lll
Mending l
You assume that all of these stats were good? The blade does seem pretty sharp and the purple aura seems to crackle with heat every other second. Since when do swords like this exist? You had heard of diamond sword but what kind of material creates purple swords?
Confused again, you stand, maybe walking around might help jog your memory of where you are. There doesn’t seem to be much to go on. A birch forest to your left afar and a light source far of in the distance. Perhaps you should check that out.
After a little while of walking you stumble upon a village filled with life. Tradesman walking around and swapping emeralds for materials and livestock in pens being fed. A Community.
As you walk through the town the villagers cast you side glances, curious as to what you will do, what your intentions are. You would ask where you are but the looks they give don’t seem all to friendly, perhaps they know you?
“A Y/N a pleasure to see you again!” You turn at the call of your name. Facing a blacksmith. He doesn’t share the same unfriendly look as the other villagers and he appears to know you. Perhaps you can ask him where you are.
“Err hello?” You greet timidly, the villager was slightly taller than you and his head strapped around his belt did intimidate you. He smiled broadly at you.
“Haven’t seen you visit this part of the over world in a few months! Say, how come you’ve traveled so far from home?” He asked politely, tilting his head ever so slightly. You stutter to come up with a reply, far from home? Where was your home?
“I uh... wanted to travel but I seemed to um have gotten a bit lost..” you scratch the back of your next anxiously, hoping he doesn’t suspect that you’re clueless as to who he is. He chuckles.
“You never did have a good sense of direction. If you need to, you can buy a map off of the cartographer over there. Knowing him he’ll probably let you have it on the house.” He pointed over to a small house with roses planted out front. You could slightly see a person moving inside, rushing around with stacks of paper.
“Thank you.. oh also if it isn’t any trouble, do you know what type of sword this is?” You pull your sword out of its sheath and the blacksmith jumps back, alarmed.
A shadow casts over you and you slowly turn to see a massive being made of solid iron standing over you menacingly. What the fuck.
“Oh golem don’t worry! She was just ask for my analysis on her sword! No need to be so worried!” You stare up at the golem and your sword shakes in your hand. It looks down at you, not saying a word , red eyes assessing you. And as if it suddenly knew you, brought a rose up to you face.
Scared to deny the gift you take the flower from his rough hands and thank it. Even though the golem showed no expression you could tell it was happy with your acceptance, taking slow strides away and back into the village.
“What a softie. Anyway, sure I’ll take a look at your sword. Bring it over to my shop.” You follow the villager over to his shop and he asks for your weapon. You give it to him and he looks it over with some tools for a couple minutes, mumbling words of astonishment.
“My my, now this is a sword of a warrior. I’ve only ever seen two netherite swords in my life and this tops them all. The enchantment on this are deadly and you see this black stain here?” You nod, there was a black stain near the end of the sword like it had been dipped in black paint. “That is the blood of a wither. A deadly being that has yet to be fully documented, too dangerous to get close to one of you ever cross paths. Is this your personal sword?” He asks excitingly, you nod and he seems gleeful.
“You fought a wither? And by the looks of it came out in one piece! I knew you were a warrior Y/N but I never thought you would slay a being as powerful as a wither!” Some villagers look over at the mention and stare at you in shock. With all the eyes on you you feel a bit under pressure. Using your hood to hide your face.
The blacksmith hands the sword back to you and you sheath it, the other villagers having gone now.
“Well if you want a label, it’s a netherite sword, which I assume whoever made this for you spent a copious amount of time in the nether to craft this. Who made this may I ask?” You shrug at the question, you had no clue who made this for you.
“It’s was an anonymous gift for my birthday..?” You lie, but the blacksmith doesn’t pick up on it, smiling and patting you on the back.
“Well, I must get back to work before I fall behind. And if you ever need anything just stop by!” You wave goodbye and head back over to the cartographers house.
Once you knock you hear a loud crash of what sounds like papers and loud cursing. The person stomps to the door and rips it open.
“WHAT DO YOU WA- oh..” his face goes red with embarrassment and his mood quickly changes from furious to happy.
“Oh Y/N lovely to see you again on such a nice day do do come it!” He offers, letting you walk inside his home, confused. The house is a mess of papers and maps littered across the floor and surface areas.
“I uh wasn’t expecting a guest so excuse the mess! So what’s brings you hear? Been a while hey??” The villager seems timid and anxious, perhaps he doesn’t like company too much.
“I was told to come her by the blacksmith, he said I could buy a map home-“
“A MAP YOU SAY!” He shouts, making you jump a little. The villager quickly scurries around the room and rummages through all the papers.
“Where to! A woodland mansion? An ocean monument oh you love those! A jungle not many on those near you base! A pillager outpost-“
“Uh perhaps one for my home? I got a little lost on my journey...” the cartographer stops and think for a minute.
He mumbles some words under breath.
“y/n’s home what was the coordinates of that place I probably have a map there for when I made one for- OH here we go!” He shoves a map into your hand and you see the village and another massive place far off south.
“THAT right there is where we are right now and THAT is your home! If you follow the birch forest you should arrive there in maybe 3 hours horseback!” Horseback? But you didn’t own a horse.
“Thank you for this, how may I pay you-“
“ITS ON THE HOUSE! Seriously I have so many maps I could spare a few for our adventurer!”
“Oh thank you... you said horseback.. how long would it take on foot?” You question, looking down at the map, if you are to judge you would say like maybe 12 hours. You’d have to stay the night here if you were to do that.
The cartographer looks at your curiously.
“Did you not bring Scout? You usually always travel with that horse?” You had a horse named Scout, you wrote that in your mind of things you can’t remember.
“Errr no.. scout died?” The cartographer looked shocked and quickly said an apology.
“Well if you want I’m sure they’ll gift you a horse down at the barn!” Another on the house gift? Why were these villagers so nice?
“I’ll head there now. And thank you again for the map, I appreciate it a lot.” The villager goes red with embarrassment as you leave.
The villagers at the barm were happy enough to give you a stallion. It was incredibly tall and they said it was their best horse. You tried to ask for a lesser horse but they weren’t having it, determined for you to take him. His name was Ghost.
You and Ghost travelled through the birch forest for a while, keeping the map in your hand so you could keep the correct direction straight to home.
About 2 hours into your journey you see someone in the distance, black hair and a bandana was the only feature you could pinpoint. He seemed to be gathering wood and food, perhaps he was friendly.
You ride closer but the man’s ears perk up and an arrow whizzes past your face and embeds into the tree next to you.
Startled you take off, ignoring the words the man shouts at you in his attempt to stop you.
What the hell!? What was with that guy!
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You arrive upon your home, seeing a dark oak house beside a spruce one. “Y/N’s cottage” read the sign above so you dismount your horse and place it in the barn beside the other horse. Was this Scout?
Excited to see your house you rush inside, opening the door and looking around. Chest, furnace, enchantment table, the whole lot. Lanterns hanging from the ceiling and a cat resting on the bed. It felt so cozy, felt like home.
Fatigue started to weigh you down so you strip yourself of your sword and boots and flop down onto the bed, waking the cat. Floating letters appear above its head. Squash. Cute name for a little tabby.
You crawl under the covers and Squash flops on top, curling next to you.
You quickly fall asleep.
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“hey you were the one who said your horse was better, not my fault Scout won.”
“You cheated! You can’t push me off during a race it’s against the rules!”
“Who’s rules? You never said there were rules to the race.”
“My rules! I would’ve won and you know it!”
“Oh sure sure I bet you would’ve.”
“Say I would win if you didn’t cheat.”
“As if, you couldn’t beat Scout even if you tried.”
“I hate you so much.”
“Love you too Sapnap”
Me o y w pe c p et
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Once again you shoot awake, gasping for air. What the hell was that?? Some kind of dream?
But it felt so real?
That guy. Sapnap. He was who you saw in the forest, he was who shot at you. Were you guys.. friends?”
BANG BANG BANG
“Y/N I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE OPEN THE DOOR!” A voice booms through house, making you jump and grab your sword. Pulling it out of its sheath and aiming it towards the door.
“I’M GONNA BUST THE DOOR DOWN IF YOU DONT OPEN!” The voice continued to shout, you get in a defensive stance and ready yourself as the door bursts open.
A man, with blonde hair and a mask across his face, enters. He’s holding his own sword but that doesn’t stop you from attacking, this man may know you but he’s definitely not friendly.
He dodged quickly.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??” His sword smashes against your own and he quickly disarms you. Why did you think you could sword fight?
You go to run out the door but he trips you with his foot and grabs your hoodie. Yanking you back to face him.
“What the hell was that for! You go missing for weeks and then just show up and start attacking me like some stray dog??” He yells, furious. There is pain in his voice and you can’t help but feel bad. He didn’t seem like he wanted to hurt you despite his rude entering.
“We were so worried for you Y/N you can’t just go off on your own for weeks like that. Bad has been worried sick.” Who the hell was Bad? This guy is either crazy or you’re having an episode. You scramble out of his grasp and he let’s go. He sheaths his own sword and sighs.
“Y/N just tell me what’s going on. Where have you been?”
What the hell do you say to that??