To Run

First Blood

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RECAP

HEROBRINE'S POV

     The man's deep voice caught my gaze again, "I wantchya outta here by morn, don't want ye seen. I'll have breakfast out 'afore sunup, then I'll send you on yer way. Y'can keep the clothes."

     I wondered once again if he intended to stab me in my sleep, why he hadn't attacked again. But... his words made sense. He stood between his people and danger, using wit and words to come to solutions. He was smart enough to know nothing he did could ever harm me...

     Grudgingly, I found I quite respected his heroism, even if it could do little to resist my own power.

     "My... thanks, human."

     "Name's Ragnar."

     I blinked as he extended a massive hand towards me, waiting.

     Oh... a customary human greeting.

     With hesitation, I obliged him, offering my good arm. He grasped my wrist firmly, giving it a squeeze.

     "My name... is Herobrine."

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First Blood

HEROBRINE'S POV

     I left the town as silent as I had found it.

     The dawn was icy and silver, with barely a note of warmth from the sun. Clouds had begun to fill the sky, threatening snow and far more misery. The branches of barren trees loomed over me like blackened claws, harsh against the silver sky, and they scraped and rattled like bones of the forgotten.

     However, despite hiding my power, I was far less affected by the cold. The new clothes were quite well-insulated, and it helped that they were larger, trapping more heat.

     So... this was what it must be like being human. Worrying over cold and food and shelter, over where the next rest would be.

     ...perhaps I had been too harsh in my judgment. They were weak, yes, incredibly so. However... they had found ways to defeat many of those weaknesses.

     I shook off my thoughts. Well... if this was what a mortal dealt with, I needed to think like a mortal. Thankfully, I'd eaten quite a lot at Ragnar's house... it would be a few days until I'd need to eat again. I had new things, and my wounds were beginning to ache far less, though they likely were in terrible need of a bandage change and a cleaning.

     That could come later. I needed a destination in mind, one that would be impossible to track me through, and one that I could be sustained in for a lengthy amount of time. From there, I'd... I could...

     Ava's words came rushing back to me at that moment, causing me to pause in my relentless trudge through the barren woods.

     'It's HIS world, he MADE everything we stand on, the air we breathe, right? You're trying to hide in something he CREATED.'