Someone Special (Minecraft Hostile mobs x reader)

Chapter 12

~Slight point of view shift~

"Are we there yet," a softer voice sighed. Eilliam glanced down at his son and shook his head, his fancy witch hat decorating his head, slightly lopsided after fighting and barely escaping. "No Harry, stay patient."

Harry mumbled his distaste at the small wounds covering his face and upper arms. Quite frankly, he had no idea where they were going. They'd managed to escape from Steve a little while back. It was an intense fight (and rather unfair considering Steve had an enchanted diamond sword with him and they didn't, but oh well, they supposed a whole collection of harming potions made up for that.)

And before the fight, Eilliam had discovered a new type of splash potion - it was a potion that had the ability to block the vision of the person it was thrown at. He called it "The Potion of Blindness - signed courteously by E.L. Iam." (Yes, Eilliam made a pseudonym for himself -something about the name Eilliam 'being too dull.') The effects of that potion were enough to deter Steve as the two of them escaped.

Only one problem: they had no idea where you were.

Even if they did, they didn't risk going to you just yet. Steve was still very much alive and they didn't want to run the risk of bringing you back to the house. Still, they wanted to know where you were. To at least know that you were safe.

Apparently, Eilliam had some friends that lived near the plain area. Friends that could - supposedly - help to find you. Though to Harry, the plain area seemed to get foggier. Light grey clouds descended down to the area and ruined the serenity and clarity of view. Those clouds got foggier and foggier, thicker and thicker until the witches had a hard time looking two feet in front of them. Eilliam held firmly onto Harry's hand and nudged him closer to his larger body.

Harry felt little again - it reminded him of the first time he'd met you - when the three of you had gone for a walk and it started pouring; Eilliam had held the two of you close while taking you under a tree to hide from the harsh drops of water pounding against all of your skins.

"Dad, I don't know about this," Harry started softly, glancing around nervously. "Something seems odd. I don't like it."

Eilliam held his son's hand tighter. "I know, Harry. Stay strong, alright? We're... we're nearly there." He choked on his words and his voice sounded pained. He was looking around, panicked. There was a tense feeling around them... something that neither witch liked. Harry knew that his dad felt it too - that foreboding stillness in the air, a stillness that was thick enough to wrap itself around them and suffocate them - something was definitely wrong. Ignoring the feeling and staying strong, Harry nodded, his light brown hair tickling his face.

They kept going forward, Eilliam keeping one firm hand on Harry and the other on his bag of potions. "I think we're nearly there," he spoke. There was a faint outline of a large mansion appearing through the clouds. Harry, although still unnerved, grew excited. He had never seen a house that big! Eilliam smiled and continued with Harry. "Told you we'd make it."

They had just reached the front garden when an arrow whizzed past their head, embedding itself at a window. Eilliam spun around with Harry, splash potions coming out. Eilliam pushed Harry towards the large mansion, staying back to fight Steve. "Go get help," he called behind his back. Harry turned, sending one last look over at his dad, who motioned for him to go faster. Regretfully, he turned to leave, making a clear note to get help instantly. Eilliam sighed in relief. but was stunned when instead of going towards him, Steve took steps towards his son. He grabbed him by the back of his long purple cloak and pulled him back, brandishing an iron sword from his sheath. Eilliam prepared to throw a strong harming potion but hesitated. Throwing this at Steve would harm Harry as well. His little boy...

Harry's lips were shaking and his soft amethyst eyes filled with tears as he glanced towards his dad. His look said it all. 'I'm going to die, aren't I, dad?'

Eilliam shook back tears and glared at Steve. Steve glared back, a slight frown gracing his face. "I've seen this trick before. You aren't fooling anyone. Mobs don't have emotions. They don't care. Don't even try starting this with me - I know how all of you work."

Eilliam was shaking. For a minute, Harry thought it was out of fear. After all, it's not every day that a strange, strong player holds your son at the point of a large iron sword. Anyone would be scared. Harry knew that his time in Minecraftia was fleeting - slowly escaping. He was sad that it had to end this way.

'I didn't even get to say goodbye to Joy... I don't.. I don't even know if Joy is okay... Is dad? Is he going to... going to be ok? Please just let it be me. Keep everyone else safe - that's my dying wish."

But then, instead of sobbing or begging, Eilliam stood up to his full height - towering over Steve at 6'6. "You think... I don't CARE about my son? MY son, who I raised and taught since he was born. MY son, who I watched in pride as he cast his first spell, as he made his first potion, as he said his first word, as he walked his first step, as he smiled his first smile... you think I don't care? Because of you, I had to leave behind a daughter - a girl who I had the pleasure of calling my own. You think mobs don't care about their young? Their young, who they spoil with love and affection, knowing that at any moment, a player like you could come and destroy them? Destroy their life - their sweet little words, their adorable little body, their enchanting, kind smile? No, you don't get to say that. And you don't get to destroy them either. Do you not realize that a mob life is a life too? A life all of its own?"

Steve seemed stuck. He glanced from his sword to the young witch that he was suffocating against himself, to the older witch. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, "I don't care--" Harry squirmed in his grasp and broke free. He tried to run towards the house, but Steve's threatening figure reached out to grab him again. Deciding otherwise, he ran in the opposite direction. Harry heard potions smashing and loud voices screaming behind him. He saw Steve try to grab him, but Eilliam repeatedly throwing harming potions and potions of slowness.

"Keep going, Harry!" his dad's voice shook as he grunted. "Just keep going! I'll find you and Joy, I promise."

Wiping his tears, Harry kept running. "Dad will find us... and we'll all be a happy family again. Just like the old days."

~*~

Character %:

Eilliam - witch: 97% (up 2%)

He wants to get back to you desperately. Hearing Steve question his love for you and Harry really struck a nerve in him and he wants to go back and comfort you and make sure that you're alright. He doesn't know where you are, what you're doing, or how you're feeling, and it's killing him as a father/loving guardian.

Harry - witch: 98% (up 3%)

He's scared for you - deathly scared for you. He thought that he would die without telling you a last goodbye, without letting you know how much he loved you and cared for you. Now that he's been given a chance at keeping his life, he isn't going to waste it. He wants to find you and fast.

A/N:

Ok, you guys, you all wanted our lovely witch boys back - and we got them back! I thought that this would be interesting to write about - a quick little thing about what's been going on with the witches while you're having a great time with Cody and Claire. Just for the sake of the time scale, this scene (Harry running away) happened at about the same time Cody ran off in a fit of passion. So yeah, the witches are fighting their own troubles while you're fighting yours. Hopefully, they find a way to find each other.

Who are these 'friends' Eilliam is referring to? Any guesses?

I'm so sorry this took a little bit to update - college applications have been a mess. The next chapter, coming soon, will focus on you again.

Please feel free to leave comments, I love reading them and it is amazing to hear from all of you! I might be doing a special soon - I have never tried those but they look fun.