Ageless (Herobrine X Reader)

Part 2

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Danny and you arrived at the house a little later than expected.... About..four hours... Your eyes darting to each other as you strode down the long driveway, your parents rushing to you two with worried looks on their faces, you and Danny agreed NOT to say what had happened until things settled down at least. Going to the Nether in itself was a big enough deal; the fact that you had snuck after Danny already earning you a month or more of excess chores and no trips beyond the yard.

You were grounded, as you expected, for a month. And, as you expected, your chores were also nearly doubled, though, Danny was able to claim you helped him from falling into lava, so they didn't give you a harder burden. At least Danny didn't pester you about ruining his trip. If anything, he was worried for you.

On the first day of your arrival back home, you woke up at 6:30 am. You rushed out to feed the chickens, give them water, and clean their coop. Then you did the same for the cows. Then the sheep... Then the donkeys.. When you were finally done, it was already lunch time. After a bit of a break to catch up on school work, you returned to the fields to water the crops and pull the weeds. You were used to doing at least two of these chores a day, but ALL of them? Once you returned home, you gorged down dinner and fell into bed without showering.

The second day replayed as the first one had.

The third day replayed as the second one had.

The fourth day replayed as the third one had.

The fifth day replayed as the fourth one had.

And so on.

Exactly two weeks after the Nether incident, you were a dirty, stinky mess. Just as Herobrine had treated you as before.. Instead of going back to the house, you stayed out in the field with the sheep and shepherd dogs. There was no schoolwork to do anyways. On a little rock, you stood, hopping around on the uneven surface, flailing a stick around in your hand. You imagined it was the sword from the bedrock, you being a skilled fighter capable of taking down any enemy with it!

The dogs around you barked happily. Finally, you felt you were wrapping your head around what had happened. Already, you imagined yourself telling the story of the time you pulled a fancy sword from bedrock and saving your brother to the generations to come!

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A horn blew in the distance. One mighty, but too far away for you to hear. Your parents rose themselves from their chores, gaping in terror at the sight before them. In the distance, marching down the driveway, a band of twenty or so wither skeletons, equipped with iron swords, were headed towards your home. Six of them carried a tall decorated box. Inside was a seat...but no one sat in it. The velvety reds and sparkling golds decorating the soldiers' uniforms and the box would have impressed even the highest class of citizens. But, here was just your family, a small cluster of three white farm houses, housing your family and a couple aunts' families. For them, it was frightening seeing something so sophisticated appear, shimmering and unavoidable under the mid-day heat.

The fathers of each family with a spare sword stepped out first, their wives protectively raising their fists or a broom at their side. Behind them, the older siblings brought the younger ones together. There was no separation of families here. In this moment, they all acted as one unit. Blocking the path, the adults stood facing the marching soldiers. When it seemed like the monsters were just going to stomp right over them without second thought, all halted in unison. One wither skeleton in particular stepped out from the rest. He was only a little taller than the already tall creatures, and wore a silver band around his forehead, marking his rank above the rest.