because of a stupid oracle (Minecraft- Avery)

Mournlings..

You blinked. You blinked again, and again, and again. You squinted, your eyes exposed to the morning sun which released golden rays from its core- you turned to face away from it, squirming under your bedsheets and getting comfortable. Silence. Yeah, you weren't gonna sleep- at least you tried.

<*third person pov*>

The figure hesitantly sat up, stifling a yawn and hunching their back. They looked towards the clock which hung on the wall above their desk. It was currently 11:26pm. Oh. They assumed it was because they stayed up on patrol pretty late.

On the bright side, they had managed to sleep well. Well, they call it sleep, but it really just consists of them shutting their eyes. After all, they only needed to recharge.

They pondered on useless morning thoughts before looking around the room, It was exceedingly plain with only pieces of furniture to accompany it, in the corner was a desk, used for filing reports for work which had books and tools scattered across its surface, to the right of the bed was a bedside table with a lamp and two picture frames. One was turned down to face the cold wood, whereas the other displayed its contents, which held compressed flowers and glass- it was a gift from Martha a while ago. To the left of them was a window, which gave an overview of the village roofs. They yawned before heading towards the bathroom.

After putting their clothes on and placing their axe in their inventory, they drank some water and looked into the large mirror which rested against the wall. They had dark chestnut eyes, accompanied by freckles and dark skin which was considerably red, black curly hair which reached down towards their hips, a muscular frame with a deep red tunic, brown baggy trousers, a little cloak which hung off of one shoulder, staying there possible because of a golden brooch, an axe hanging off of their belt and finally some high boots which reached to their knees.

They walked towards the door and hesitantly opened it to be greeted by the warm sun soaking their skin and the sound of the bustling markets reached their ears. Skin and.. ears? I guess they could call it that. But they were also greeted by something else.

Something.... Familiar.. Oh! Right! It was Geoffrey. Well, technically-they looked like a Geoffrey, they didn't have a name.. Geoffrey was only ever created to be a guard for the village, whereas they were created to be a companion.. they think, that's what they were always told. Geoffrey who was walking past briefly stopped to look towards the sound of the door opening. 

((______'s pov))

The wind played with his peachy locks as the sun shone upon his fair and dark skin. Chain mail which reflected the rays of sunlight cascaded from his shoulders and above his tunic, his sword was placed upon its hilt. Unlike how you were a clay golem, he was a birch wood golem. You maintained eye contact for a while, which seemed to continue for a minute or two until you tore your eyes away from his pale blue orbs, as to which he did the same.

You feel bad for some golems. Unlike how you chose to work; they were created for one purpose and one purpose only; protection.

You walked down from the steps of your house. Thinking about it now, you were going to see Martha weren't you? Oh right, you were... You swiveled around to look towards your door again. Should you..? Mmm, nah, you can grab some bread from the bakery while you're at it. 

It was better fresh anyways. 

You hesitantly made your way down the street, passing multiple villagers who were either preoccupied or rushing past to other places and such.

A little brunette's head made its way into your view and you internally sighed. Sure, the little boy was sweet and a breath of fresh air, but he expected Poppi to be at school.