Born A Soldier (Reader X Herobrine)

Chapter Thirty-One

Finally... At long last...

*Inhales*

WWAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR!!!!!! >:D
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     You woke up that morning to cool, crisp air. The outside of your sleeping bag was wet with dew as you sat up. Looking around, you were glad to see everything was as it had been when you went to sleep. You left the small tent of five or so people and stretched your back. Only a few others began to stir around the spaced out camp site. Every tent was hidden in layers of special mossy nets, every trace of fire snuffed out and hidden under a thick layer of leaves. Not a waking person spoke. Everyone had been ordered to talk only when necessary.

     Seeing that the majority of soldiers were still asleep, you strolled over to another tent once done stretching. It was a decent size tent leaned against a rather large oak tree. Inside were the supplies for today's raid. One Iillager was asleep inside, so you remained absolutely silent as you entered.

     It hurt to think about all the innocent human lives that could be lost in this fight; likely people you had once fought beside in the past even. So, before you went to sleep, you came up with a little plan to help as much as possible.

     You crouched down and opened one of the chests very slowly.

Tck..

     It was a trapped chest, alerting the sleeping Iillager by shining a bright light in his face. The gray faced monster grimaced, slowly waking.

     Thinking quickly, you threw a dark cloth that was inside the chest over the light, blocking out the shine immediately. The pillager hummed in delight, and without even opening his eyes, decided to go back to sleep. You sighed in relief. That was...really close.

     You looked down to see the continents inside the chest. All the dark woolen cloths acted as padding around the delicate glass potion bottles. Carefully again as to not make a sound, you unwrapped each one individually, read their labels, and wrapped them again as if never touched. Finally, you found the potion you were looking for.

     Potion of weakness.

     You grabbed a couple more before leaving the tent again, making sure that everything but the potions were back in their places as if noone had ever entered.

     You snuck around...casually...before more could wake. The sun was just shining over the treetops, steadily extracting moisture from the dew tipped grass. You passed by three main barrels of water, in each dumping a potion of weakness. Yeah, it would be greatly diluted, but you liked to at least think the potion would work just well enough to give the humans just a bit more of an edge over their foes. Poisoning the water was a thought too, though a little too obvious and easier to catch. Before filling the last of the three barrels, you cleaned one of the empty potion bottles out and filled it with clean water. That, you strapped to your waist.

     By the time you were done, the camp was stirring like a little ant colony.

     Only an hour before battle.

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     "(Y/n), you will be in charge of squad 87." Herobrine pointed out to you a dozen or so lightly armored wither skeletons. You nodded briefly and sheathed your new diamond sword.

     "Got it. When shall I move them into position?" You looked up into his eyes out of military-grade respect. Herobrine had a little harder time holding in his feelings for you, which had oddly grown so strong in the past month alone. You could see the apprehension; having to hold himself back from kissing you on the cheek. He cleared his throat quickly and turned away. Your heart calmed down right away and you almost sighed even.