Don't take for granted what life has given...
...for in a single moment, it can all be swept away.
This had never been truer for Ava Woods, a lone survivor in a valley buried in the depths of mystery. It was all so sudden, so brutal... and everythin...
Music is by Zack Hemsey, called Vengeance (reccomend lOoping lol)
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(Poses are not entirely correct lol but this is a piCture sKetCh :D)
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RECAP
HEROBRINE'S POV
The leader's ax blade rested against my throat, I could feel no tremble in his hand, it was strong, steady. I couldn't help the flinch my body gave as I felt the larger ax from the man holding my hair come to rest across my shoulder blades. If I so much as moved even a little, I would be cut to pieces. In shock and amazement, I stared up at them, unable to keep my expression neutral any longer.
I...had been defeated...
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Escaping Fate
AVA WOODS' POV
For what seemed like forever, I had hidden, breathless, behind a huge chunk of fallen stone. Crouching in the weeds at its base, a gloved hand pressed against the cold, rough surface, I strained my ears to picture what was going on, listening to the sounds of battle. I winced every time Herobrine cried out, but what I hated most was this sudden silence.
There were sounds of panting, the slight shuffle of boots on dirt and grass, but the silence was filled with tension. What was going on?? Was...he dead? Had they killed him? Had Herobrine won...? Were they simply...waiting for the other to make a move? Unable to stand it any longer, I took a breath, shaking hands reaching up over the rim of the stone, peering over.
The sight I came upon struck me with numbing shock. Herobrine was on his knees, weaponless, head forced back by a hand fisted in his hair. A...strangely familiar man held an ax against Herobrine's throat, and a redheaded woman held two scimitars poised over his heart. An archer had an arrow trained on him, and a young swordsman stood tense behind the rest, ready to slip in and kill should Herobrine resist.
It was utterly still, as though the scene before me was a mere painting of a dramatic face-off. However, the sounds of labored breathing from Herobrine, and the smell of his blood made it far too real. I swallowed, looking again to the man with the axes. A red scarf was about his neck, and anger was clear on his features...why did I feel like I knew him? The strange tune I used to hum to myself when I had nightmares suddenly came to me. Was...he connected with the song?
