(Some series of events have been moved around)
*Third Person Pov*
"War? What do you mean?" (Y/N) asked. George sighed, "When I mean war, I mean War. Some British child and his older brother wanted to start a country to separate away from the greater Dreamsmp. That would've been fine and all, but my boy-," George blushed slightly, "My friend who is kind of the leader of the Dreamsmp likes having everything in his control, in order. He had a argument with them and before I knew what was going on he had a full out war on his hands."
"Oh." She said quietly.
"Don't worry about it though, I'll help you build a house away from all of their fighting and nonsense, maybe introduce you to some people-," He turned his head to give a smile to you, "-Hopefully by then the fighting all stopped!"
Suddenly a blast knocked (Y/N) off her feet.
Her back smacked the soft ground, and as she looked up she saw a horrendous sight. Two withers were spitting hell on dozens of people as a pink haired man laughed menacingly holding a netherite sword that glowed with enchantments.
(Y/N)s messed up sense of humor would've found the situation funny if a wither skull wasn't flying towards her.
She quickly stood up and pulled and disoriented George into a ditch. (Y/N) felt the ground behind her tremble as the skull hit the ground. She was wearing her best diamond armour with the chestplate enchanted with Protection I. She had an unenchanted netherite sword but she doubted it would do much damage to the two flying Withers that seeked blood.
(Y/N) turned to George. "Can you fight?" she quietly asked. George pulled out an enchanted netherite sword and nodded. He didn't look like the type to fight, more of a peacemaker than a warrior.
"Here goes nothing" (Y/N) thought.
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A girl with short blonde hair tripped backwards as the Wither inched closer to her. The Wither seemed to smile menacingly as it trapped her into a corner. It unhinged it's jaw, about to spit a skull of death onto her, when suddenly a girl in shining diamond armour leaped from nowhere and slashed against the back of its body.
It didn't seem to do much damage but it caught the Wither's attention.
(Y/N) pulled out a arrow and attempted to shoot an arrow at it. By luck it lit one of the heads and became lodged in it's empty eye socket. But (Y/N) wasn't looking at the Wither. She looked at the blonde girl and their eyes locked.
"Run" She mouthed.
The Blonde girl scrambled away but not before seeing a skull explode in front of (Y/N).
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*Still Third Person Pov*
(Y/N) groaned but she could confirm that she had no broken bones. She was fine with being blasted off her feet every once in a while, but slammed into the ground twice in one day was getting excessive. She crawled into a small hole and watched the Wither pass her above as it went to find a new victim.
Her hands glowed as she focused her energy onto her hands, but then stopped.
It would be of no use.
"I've got to have the stupidest powers in the world." She mumbled as she dragged herself out of the hole. The powers would work on others as she could heal them, but they wouldn't heal herself. No matter how hard she tried she was never able to seal a paper cut or numb a bruise with her glowing hands.
What she found strange though was that she could do the opposite of healing. She could inflict pain on others and a sense of joyous pleasure and the high of adrenaline would flow with her blood, but whenever she healed others she took their pain and made it hers.
As she said, 'The stupidest powers in the world."
She stumbled up a small hill of rubble and saw a boy with golden blonde hair and angelic blue eyes get cornered by the wither. His red and white t-shirt was dusted with dirt and soot under his armour and his hand trembled slightly as he held up his sword against the wither.
"God, these people really do love being saved do they" (Y/N) mumbled.
She whipped out her bow and shot an arrow at the wither. This time it missed, whizzing past it's head and the boy looked up towards (Y/N). She motioned her hand for the boy to run while the Wither was distracted but he didn't, his eyes narrowing at her in confusion.
'Is this kid fucking stupid?' She thought as she ran towards the Wither. Maybe he was, or he was trying to be brave. Whatever the reason he would probably die if she didn't help him (that sentence makes (Y/N) sound like they got hero syndrome). This time she leaped up and slashed at one of it's heads successfully loping it off.
The Wither screeched in pain and fury, but (Y/N) wasn't too keen on being blasted back into the ground again. She ran down and grabbed the boys hand and dragged him with her as she dove behind a pile of rubble.
"You good?" (Y/N) asked the boy. He only stared at her in confusion. "Who are you?" he asked in a very distinct British accent. The Wither behind them exploded dirt into the air.
Oh God it's only 20 feet away.
"WOMAN! Are you deaf? WHO ARE YOU?" The boy practically yelled loud enough that the people on the other side of the world would hear them loud and clear. "SHHHH" she whispered.
Shit, it heard him.
10 feet.
She tried to map out an escape route but all possible endings resulting in disaster. Could the boy fight? Possibly, but he would have a better chance screaming at the Wither and scaring it away.
The Wither spit out a skull. Aiming right where you knelt. No time to move.
(Y/N) turned and hoped her armour was strong enough to protect her.
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No explosion.
Am I dead?
She looked up and saw a boy wearing a beanie with the initials LAFD on it.
He must've deflected the wither skull back and it hit the wither because the monster was slammed back against the far wall.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud yell behind you.
"BIG Q!" The blond boy smiled but then frowned, "Do you know this WOMAN?"
(Y/N) scoffed and rolled her eyes, "The 'WOMAN' has a name, but we can save introductions later." She mocked his accent and he scrunched up his face. "Thanks by the way," (Y/N) turned towards the beanie boy. He flashed a grin and held out his hand, "Quackity, but you can call me Alex/Alexis."
"Okay Alex, the name's (Y/N)."
"Can you fight?" He asked as the two-headed Wither regained its senses and sped towards them.
"I probably fight better than you." You smiled confidently.
"Tsk, cocky cocky." he looked over at her and she looked right back at him.
(Y/N) had a feeling they would be good friends.
AUTHORS NOTE
Just imagine Tommy in the background introducing himself to (Y/N) and she's like
Why did I save this child?
Longer chapter to make up for the last chapter.
Remember to drink or to eat something today!
Didn't proof-read it so if I wrote 'you' instead of her, she or (Y/N) ignore it pls
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