I'm over at Ilana's house, chopping a tree to splinters. We're competing to survive, whatever it takes. Our mission: be the first one to slaughter a Wither!
"Look out Ilana!" I yell, even though she's right near me.
"GAH!" She yells back, her neck twitching, making it look like she was declining an offer.
"DIE SKELETON!!!" I scream, smashing the skeleton with my dull stone sword.
Suddenly, I feel something hard collide with the back of my head. I wobbled and collapse onto the ground, my vision beginning to blur. I swear I could hear Ilana say something, but it sounded like I was underwater. I couldn't hear or see anything properly. Countless amounts of unrecognizable shapes flickered in and out of my slowly failing vision, and the sound of what I assumed to screams swam around in my head until they slowly grew quieter. After what seemed like many agonizingly long minutes of being trapped in a state between consciousness and the immense void of my own mind, everything finally came to a crashing stop, and I blacked out.
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FanfictionAfter waking up with no memory of who she was or where she came from, Kirby encounters a group of companions who suspiciously seem to have suffered through the same unnatural events as her. Haunted by plagued dreams of an entity determined to bring...
