"Why are you here?"
This stranger had the audacity to ask me this kind of a question, naturally I responded calmly and politely.
"What do you mean 'Why are you here?' I FUCKING LIVE HERE!"
Or as calm as I can be when strangers are in my territory. I gave them one chance.
"Leave this place, if I see you here again I will use your skull as a lamp."
This wasn't my best threat, but I tried. Yet they kept pressing.
"I mean you no harm, I only want to pass."I could tell they weren't local, their demeanor gave it away. But it was their strange appearance that garnered my attention in the first place. Armor covered most of their body and face, but what I could see of them wasn't anything of the Nether. Their skin was tanned, with glowing patterns and symbols, the color of these patterns wasn't one I'd seen before. Their eyes were mostly covered, I could only see the glowing iris and pupil.
They were obviously confused, this is the Nether, nothing 'means you no harm' in this place.
"Clearly you don't understand. Leave before I kill you."
They frowned before drawing their sword.
"Then you leave me no choice."
I grabbed my axe, I won't be unarmed a single day of my life.
"That's more like it. You need to be taught a lesson."
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Flames and Legacy
FantasyA story for Pyre, my OC. The title doesn't make sense when I think about it, but oh well.