Secrets of Thieves

chapter 10.

I feel like I'm falling through cold air that has no end. The air rushes through the gaps between my arms and my legs, my hair is going straight up while I try to move. I rock back and forth in the air and manage to roll over and I begin to fall faster and my eyes shoot open. 

I gasp for air and start coughing like crazy. I'm turned onto my side on the carpet clutching my stomach at the hopes of some relief. My eyes are watering and my head is pounding. 

"See I told you she wasn't dead."

"No Tommy I said that."

"Whatever."

I don't try to move because my back is sore and the world is spinning and tilting. 

I see through my dizzy vision a person bending down and going to push my hair from my face. I don't know who they are. Wait...where am I? What's happening?

Blood rushes through my body and my face flushes, I scrabble to stand up and stumble into a wall clawing to stand. 

"Go get him." Someone says and I see a figure run down a hallway.

My mind is spinning and my thoughts are moving faster than they should be. I try to squeeze my eyes shut to see if I could see better when I reopen them but nothing was working. My weight was too heavy for my legs to hold and I fall like a baby deer. 

"What does Tommy want he ran in and told me to follow and-" The voice sounds familiar and my body slows, my temperature drops. This gets the people's attention and mine. My lips feel icy and my hands are numb like they've been holding snow. I don't like this, I don't like feeling helpless and limp when I don't know what's happening around me. 

"Is she okay...?" A voice asks.

"Um." Another adds and they dip their hand to my layed out limp body and touch my arm. They pull back immediately. "She's cold as ice."

"Go find a maid who can get a guest room, Tommy? Tommy! Listen, go get a maid and get a guest room." I hear running feet fade into the distance. " Will I need you to find Dad and tell him about the situation and that she will need a doctor when she wakes."

"What are you going to do?"

I can't stay awake anymore and I'm falling again, except this time I'm not falling into cold darkness. I've fallen into arms, warm, and large. I can't help but try to move towards the warmth and the darkness around me lightens. I hear a gruff laugh and I smile. 

 "Wake up....Y/n...wake up.." What?

I shoot up and am slowed down by the weight on top of me. I look on top of me and see a large pile of blankets. Where am I? I push my hands behind me and sit up. I look around and Im in a large green room with a seating area, large wardrobe, bookshelves, desk, and vanity in view on all parts of the wall. This must be the castle. But why am I in this room? Oh shit. 

The memories come rushing back of the sinking floor, the stronghold, the falling and the cold. The last thing I think I remember is someone carrying me. Who was that?

"Oh good you're awake." I whip my head around to a door and see Technoblade walking out. He's in a loose white shirt with black sweatpants. I'm going to admit it, he does look hot as hell right now. My face must have shown that because he walked slowly smirking over to the bed and pushed some blankets aside and sat down.

"What were you doing last night? Not stealing my Dad's alcohol where you?" He smirks.

"No, I don't know what happened."

"Sure sure. I told you not to waste your time here and now you are causing trouble and getting my whole family wrapped up in it."

"I-"

"You know what, maybe I shouldn't have helped." And with that he shook his head and walked out of the room even though he slammed the door it did not slam, instead Phil walked in with a soft smile. Oh my notch, I'm getting fired.

"I- I swear I wasn't drunk or anything I dont-"

"Y/n it's okay I trust you." He laughs and pulls up a chair to sit by the bed. Maybe Technoblade should have done that. 

"How do you feel? I heard you were freezing and the second Techno picked you up you leaned into his warmth." My face dropped. He what?

"I- um I feel fine, just cold still, and weak." I let the words stumble out. 

"We can fix that, but Y/n, what did happen. Tommy said he found you in a corner of the castle and had Wilbur carry you but you flew out of his arms." He laughs.

"I'm not sure, it was all so weird, I was sinking into the floor and then I was in the past- I- I don't know what happened." Before I could continue I stopped due to the utter shock laying on Phil's face.

"The past?" I nod. "Tell me more, this could be serious."

"I was just walking out of that old room and then I started to sink into the ground. I fell into this stronghold and I saw my past self ste-" I can't say what I was doing, he'll know. "Ste...stealing glances in the stronghold, I use to think they weren't real so I was glancing around and then I tripped and fell. I saw Ranboo walk up and teleport me and then come back for a red liquid and disappear again. I reached for him and then I was falling back here again." I explained trying to sound natural while changing my story.

Phil's face was puzzled then he looked like he recovered a thought from the ancient archives in his brain. He wasn't old, just wise. "I've heard of something familiar from a King who lives far away, he said there was a legend on something like this. It talked about a spider bite you could get in strongholds that was deadly and if cured, which is hard, you would start to get weird dreams."

"It looked like I had red veins running down my neck if that helps and maybe the red liquid I saw Ranboo get was an antidote?" I question. 

"It has to have been. The red veins are the first sign of that as well as aggression." I nod remembering my outburst and frustration. 

"But why am I getting these dreams now? Why haven't they occurred earlier?" 

"You said Ranboo was there?" I nod and he rests his chin in his hands with his elbows propped up on his knees. "There may be a connection between the two of you but I'm not sure. If anything weird happens come find someone to help out. I suggest getting some rest." With that he got up and walked out of the door leaving me to my own thoughts. This is not how this should be going, I'm supposed to be stealing not having lucid dreams. What's wrong with me?

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Love this chapter

Sorry for disappearing, I get this crazy urge to write once every few months 

I do want to say that I no longer support Wilbur Soot, I am in full support of Shelby in every way. This Wilbur in my story is my own character of him and not his actual self. Thank you.