Grian oneshots

What the future holds

Shink the blue blade glimmert in the sun. The fresh red blood dropped to the ground staining the grass. The Zombie's dead body began to dissolve into dust. Michael but his sword back into his sheath and continued walking through the birch forest. Ever since he had set of on his quest to become known server wide three weeks ago, his fighting had improved a lot due to all the mobs he had encountered. Don't get me wrong, he was skilled before but his dads' were and partially still are very overprotective, making him only be able to fight straw or wodden puppets, occasionally one of his dads would do a short fight with him but even that was rare. Michael sat down beneath a large tree to eat the bread his smaller father had packed him. He smiled at the memory of his dads. He finished and kept walking, the sky was already turning orange and Michael was nowhere near a single village.

He started contemplating his choices, he could chop down a tree and build a small hut, but if he was correct that would take at least 2 hours and he didn't have that much time. He could also try digging down, but the floor was muddy and could easily collapse, he could build up but he was too afraid of heights. His options were running low and the moon was slowly creeping up. He could already hear the first Zombies and the clacking of the skeletons.

He began to panic, maybe he could run out of the forest? Problem was, he had no idea where he currently was. Only thing he was able to do now was fight. He took a deep breath and prepared for battle. Blowing the loose strand of hair out of his face. His white head band holding back the rest just like his ponytail. He took out his sword and started swinging and chopping away. One Zombie fell, then two, then three. He even got a few skeletons in there, but it just wasn't enough. More and more just kept coming and Michael was soon our of breath and could barely manage to fend off a Zombie on his right. He was getting swarmed and a Skeleton shot the sword from his hand. He thought about his dads, how sad they would be. He felt disappointed, he didn't even get to achieve anything of importance. This is how he'd die? Not even growing to be a full fledged adult. Not being able to meet up to his parents heroic deeds? Closing his eyes for the las time he awaited the finishing hit.

Except it never came. Everything dropped quiet. The growling had stopped the skeletons weren't shooting anymore. Michael opened his eyes, the mobs lay in a pile that reeked of burnt flesh. Michael almost threw up because of the disgusting smell. Some were even still sizzling. Once Michael felt it was safe to walk out from the tree he was pushed against he was surprised by a man with wings landing/almost falling infront of him. Michael jumped back a bit, the dusted of his red sweater and greeted him. "Oh hello there! Are you alright? I hope I didn't scare you" his british accent was very easy to be heard. "Um no I'm fine, thanks."

The man clapped his hands together clearly portraying his excitement. "My name is Grian! Who might you be?" Michael thought about his answer, "I don't think I should tell you, my parents do have some enemies which I don't want to meet." "Oh well that's alright! Why don't you follow me to my house so you don't have to fend of more monsters." Michael hesitantly agreed and the two walked through the forest before coming to a halt infront of a small, but dandy cottage. Grian pushed open the spruce door and showed Michael the guest room. "Sorry if it's a bit small, I wasn't expecting to have a guest tonight, make yourself at home." Grian left and Michael sat down on the blue bed. He took of his gear and velvet coat putting it on his night stand. Kicking of his shoes he yawned of exhaustion. He pulled the sheets up to his shoulders laying to his left side. It gave him a perfect view of the window. It was dark when suddenly a little light appeared. Then another one, and another one until a thousand little lights were flying outside Michael sat up surprised. He put on his boots and quietly walked outside.

The night sky was now illuminated by thousands of fireflies. one landed on Michael's noes and he waved it away. He marveled at the beauty. The looked like thousands of little stars buzzing and swarming around. "It's beautiful isn't it?" Michael turned around. In the doorway stood Grian. He had brought a lantern with him, although it was currently not lit. He opened the lantern's door and a small swarm of fireflies flew in. "Follow me" he gestured for Michael to follow a small dirt path winding through the woods. Michael was wary of it, but his curiosity took over and step by step he followed Grian through the dark forest. The fireflies being the only light. Soon they reached a clearing. Grian put down the lantern and walked towards a rock. The wiped over it and mumbled something incoherent. It started to shine in a bright blue. A weird magical shine traveled through the air. "Heros have always existed", Grian began, "some would argue that they were villains, some call them Heros. But the thing that matters is that they were all just normal beings. They didn't expect to become a hero. Michael watched as a woman with black hair wearing purple clothing spread out white feathery wings and attacked a demonic looking man. Michael stared in amazement as a knight fought of a swarm of mobs. He watched in awe at all the ilustrations the magic was showing. He came to a halt at a specific one, a boy around his age with brown hair and small goat horns charging into battle. Another illustration appeared this time of another boy, he was tall and lanky and for a suit. He was half endermen half something else, the red and green stones from his crown shone bright as he towers over a silhouette. "These heroes include your parents" Grian said. "How did you...?" Michael stuttered. "That's not important, what's important is what you will do now. Do you accept the quest to become what you wish to be, what your parents are?"

————————-
Sorry I was gone for a week/more I was in Bavaria on holidays. Moving on I might turn this idea into a book. I don't know, what do you guys think?