|~{MCYT/Hermitcraft/Empire Smp}~| ••Mini Stories••

♡Last Life: Last Life Winner♡

Scott woke up on the ground, every bone and muscle screamed in pain as he tried to move.
He felt his torso, lifting his hand it was coated with blood.

Sat up, slowly and examined the wound and it was like someone took a Ray gun and struck him down!
Was that why he died so suddenly after he won?
He still had the sword, picking it up and raised it to pull himself up despite the pain.
"God. . .!"
"Scott!? Can you hear me?!"
Least the ear piece was working, though it sounds like it was cutting out.
"Grian. . . I'm fine, but got a nasty wound and I think I respawned off. . . The game and where I'm supposed to be."
"Yeah! Just stay where you are---Don't move, an----understand?! Something is wrong--- Martyn!"
It was cutting out. . .
"Wait what? What happened to Martyn?"
"Let's leave it at the poor man didn't know what he was messing with but enough of that."
Scott froze, he had never heard that voice before!
"Wonderful to meet the famous. . . Scott Smajor."
A tall figure in a purple robe, eyes, halo and had this dangerous aura around it.
Scott lifted the sword,"Who are you and where am I?", "No need to worry so much; I just wanted to return something to you.", Scott frowned, but the figure then tossed Martyn to the ground,"Martyn!", Scott knelt down, he was unconscious but didn't seem to be hurt.
"Just know. . . This won't the be Last we see each other; We're watching: Always."
Oh my God. . .
Were these what Watchers looked like. . . He only knew Grian was one but never saw Grian's form.
The Watcher disappeared.

"Martyn!"
Martyn sat up, he looked like he had seen Empires fall and hell rise.
"Scott. . .!"
Martyn turned to him, he paled faster seeing the wound.
"Oh my God. . .!"
"The others are coming. . . There was a Watcher-Like, a real one in it's form!. . . I think it's got something to do with these games, and-and it said it wouldn't be the last we would meet-"
. . .
"Martyn, are you okay. . .?"
Martyn just pulled Scott into a hug,"I'm sorry. . .", Scott didn't know what he was apologising for but hugged him back.
They sat there in a comfortable silence, Scott falling asleep and that put Martyn into some ease but he laid Scott down just so the wound wouldn't get worse.
Scott didn't need to know why he was sorry. . . It would only put him in more danger than he is now.
He just had to wait for the others. . .