Sangria (A DSMP + Hermitcraft Kingdom au)

Chapter 1

Tommy woke up in the middle of the night. The moon was hiding behind the clouds, so almost everything in his room was pitch black. He felt something almost crawling on his back, and whipped his head around. He couldn't really make out much of anything due to the inky darkness of the room. He laid back down, but his mind was swirling with situations that could end up with him kidnapped, or worse.

After about an hour Tommy gave up on trying to sleep, and sat up. He grabbed a candle and lit it with the match he always kept in his room. He found his desk, and while setting the candle down, he realized what the crawling feeling was. His 'wings', well, could he even call them that? They were pitifully small, almost completely unnoticeable. He sighed, and looked out the window into the night. It was better than moping about his wings. Unlatching the lock, and pushing it open he was greeted by a light breeze. Tommy watched the clouds uncover the moon, and he then realized something else was wrong with his room. The moon uncovered a discarded bag, and a piece of rope, that had not been there when he went to bed.

"Shit," he muttered, he needed to find some help.

He opened his door and padded down the stairs, and tried to find Wilbur. He started to run through the halls, hoping whoever had been in his room wasn't still in the castle. Tommy ran to the guard house, where Wilbur often had the night watch. Tommy hesitantly knocked on the door, "Wil?"

A soft voice responded. "Yeah Tommy?"

"I found a piece of rope in my room," Tommy replied, "Along with a bag that I didn't put on my floor."

"That's not good, I'll tell Doc to get Phil, you stay here." The door opened and Tommy stepped in. Wilbur walked out and walked to the other guard house that wasn't too far from the one that he had been on watch in. Tommy looked around the room, and looked at all of the weapons hanging on the walls. There were some that looked brand new, but the weapons that looked like that were weapons that he didn't think were typically used. He reached out for one, but then the door opened again, this time with The captain of the guard, False, and Wilbur.

"Tommy are you ok?" False asked, Tommy nodded.

"Alright, Phil and Doc are making sure that whoever was in your room isn't still around."

"Thank you," Tommy replied.

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Tommy woke up late the next morning, he ended up sleeping in one of the guest rooms, as everyone was worried about it being dangerous in his room. He rubbed his eyes, and looked around the room, and smiled. At least there was nothing odd on the ground.

He stepped out of bed, and began walking to the kitchen for something to eat for breakfast. The smell of cinnamon rolls filled the air near the kitchen and Tommy smiled. At least he could get his favorite food, after the mess of the night before. Tommy walked into the kitchen just as one of the chefs pulled them out of the oven, "good morning, Tommy," the chef, Cleo, if Tommy remembered correctly, said, "The ones that just came out of the oven are still too hot to eat, but there are some over on the island bar that are cooled down enough."

"Thank you!" Tommy said, Grabbing one off the island and beginning to eat it. He began to walk out into the garden when he heard Mumbo yelling.

"Grian! get off the roof!"

"Why Mumbo? I'm fine up here!"