Hermitcraft & 3rd Life Oneshots

Etho's Scar - Hermitcraft

Another "scar story." Didn't finish it because I lost inspiration. (I'm also using the fact that I adopted kittens as an excuse. I love them, but they can be a pain sometimes.)

~Hermitcraft~Etho's Scar~

He looked out the window of his cabin, watching the delicate snowflakes dance in the air effortlessly before landing on the white ground below. He let out a content sigh, his chin rested on his knuckle. His eyes glistened at the sight of snow.

His eyes were one of his most prominent features. On his left eye was a scar that had caused it to turn red and go blind. He didn't mind though, as it made him unique. He had it for a long time, too. Although it would seem like yesterday to him, it had happened a when he was quite young.

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He gripped the strap of his backpack and pressed his back against the concrete wall. The pounding of his heart flooded his hearing and his breathing picked up. The boy's mind raced at the sight of them. He hid from the tall figures, hoping not to be spotted in the shadows. A cool breeze made his hair flow and goosebumps arise on his pale skin.  

"You cannot escape fate, ̇/ᒷꖎᑑ⚍ᔑ," one said, making the boy's brows knit.

The language they spoke sounded far different than any language he had heard of. It was eloquent, yet mysterious. It didn't sound like they had accents like some people did either. Their voices sounded normal.

The boy continued to watch the figures as they spoke to a young boy. The boy looked half the age of him. He was a thin, measly thing too. The red sweater he wore submerged the boy in yarn. His black jeans fit well but were cuffed at the ends. The boy frowned at the state of him.

"Now come with us, ᒷꖎᑑ⚍ᔑ," the second said, their pale hand extending to the boy.

Still hidden in the shadows, something told him to stop them. It was unsless to sit in the shadows hoping they wouldn't find him. He needed to help someone other than himself. He didn't want to though. A battle begun inside him.

"Now, get in the portal."

It was now or never.

The boy stepped out of the shadows, gaining the figures' attention. The slender creatures began to approach the boy. They glided effortlessly across the old stone floor as they did. The black hoods that covered their faces only revealed their scarred, sneering lips.

A shiver ran down the boy's spine and back up again. His hands began to tremble, and his legs did the same. His usually innocent dark brown eyes were now filled with fright. Not only could the creatures sense his fear, but also see it.

WC: 430