Villager chronicles

Chapter One: A new world.

Authors Note: 
Okay to so is my first time posting any of my stories so there might be some grammatical mistakes or just issues in the story or plot as a whole so it will be getting updated a ton, I'm looking for any feedback I can get and I plan on keeping the story going for a while so please enjoy. Also with this story I will be switching from 1st person to 3rd for the main character. And this story isn't based completely off of vanilla minecraft, villagers can craft, fight, and brew potions and they can travel through dimensions as well so keep that in mind. 
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There was rain pouring, and thunder crashing when my sister was born. You could hear the clacking of bones, and the cackle of witches as they heard the screams of children, swords of guards cutting through undead flesh, the grunt of pillagers echoing through my mind, And to think that it was so peaceful only a few hours ago. My mothers screams echoed through the air, as me and father tried so desperately to block the door. [BANG BANG BANG] it was right outside our door, the stench of its rotten flesh seeping through the air, its otherworldly groans seeming to never stop. Behind us there was mother, crouched down in a metal tub filled with water that slowly turned red. And beside her was my aunt, helping hold her up and trying to cover her mouth, telling her to push, her muffled screams haunting my ears to this very day. "TERRY THEY'RE BREAKING THROUGH THE WINDOWS" my aunt yelled.  We had just finished blocking the door and right as we did my father and I grabbed whatever stone swords we could and began stabbing at the undead breaking down the windows, the more we killed the more the smell of rotten flesh poisoned the air. "FELIX GRAB THE OAK PLANKS AND SEAL THE WINDOWS" Father said. So I rushed and grabbed as many planks as I could and started filling in the broken windows, one after another, my arms started to burn as I held up blocks of oak planks so my father could push them into what used to be windows. And all I could think was, how could this have happened? How could a day such as this one go so wrong? I remember it starting so normally, with me and father tending to the cows and sheep, and watering the fields of wheat, right up by the old birch barn. I remember us going to the market and selling wheat until our bags could carry no more of those alluring green gems, and I remember us going home, preparing to go to sleep then looking outside and seeing what looked like the world on fire, it had just began but there were bodies, everywhere. I shook myself out of my mind, after this I wanted to forget that this entire day had happened and as I went to grab the last oak plank out of the chest, I heard it. The cry of a baby new to the world. I turned around and saw my mother holding her, she looked at her with awe in her eyes, and when I saw tears fall down her soft round cheeks, I had allowed mine to fall as well. I turned and looked at my father? "What are we going to do..." I asked. But not even he knew, by this time the village was overrun with mobs and pillagers, the chaos outside had seemingly gotten even worse and we could do nothing more than just wait it out. "We'll try to leave in the morning, when all the mobs have burned and the pillagers have gone to rest, then after that we'll try to get to a neighboring village." He said. And with that, we continued to wait through the night, screams never ceasing to stop. We tried to rest, my father and aunt never sleeping out of worry that something might find its way inside. I remember laying next to my mother, and seeing my aunt packing bags for the morning, I wanted to help, I truly did but my eyes fell heavy and my body numb, so much had happened in so little time that eventually I found myself dreaming, in a meadow of roses and flowers of all types, eloquent blues, yellows, and reds almost blinding to look at, the smell intoxicatingly wonderful and sweet, not a single sound around me even under the alluring night sky, I found myself laying in a patch of grass glowing all around me, it reminded me of glowstone. The stars were as bright as could be and the night sky was painted with purples, pinks and whites I had never even seen before, and the longer I looked up the more I wondered if I place like this could truly be real. Of course, it wasn't. I came to that realization as I was woken up by a coarse and rough hand. "Felix wake up, we have to go." Father whispered to me. I had been the last to wake up, my mother sitting up holding my sister right beside me. My aunt had unblocked the door and was peaking out. "Alright we can go now, most mobs have burned and pillagers have left for now!" She said urgently. As we all gathered towards the door, me and father helped mother stand up, my aunt had taken care of her through the night be she still needed time to rest. She could barely hold herself up and she needed to eat to regain strength. "Dad how are we going to get her out of the village like this?" I asked. He paused and sat my mother down on a chair by the door. And I saw his face light up with a smirk "We could use the old horse cart, to help carry the bags your aunt packed and to carry you, your mother and aunt, while I ride the horse!" he said. "That could work, we just need to bring the cart over here to her." My aunt responded. "Well I may be weak but I think I could make it over to the barn, it's only a few homes away." Mother added. "If you are truly sure then let's go, but if at any point you get to weak we're stopping and I'll bring back the cart myself." Father said. "Understood" Mother responded with a soft smile. Me, father, and my aunt then grabbed our weapons, with me grabbing a bow the others grabbing stone swords. And we made our way out of the old oak house and to the gravel and dirt road, each step followed by a shaky breath, it was silent, nothing like it was hours ago, the remains of bones and the stench of burning rotten flesh had given me chills, and even with seeing the horrid monsters remains floating on the ground, I was still weary, something could jump at any moment, something could so easily shoot an arrow into my back without hesitation, but what stuck out to me the most was that there were no bodies, of anyone or anything. Just blood and floating monster remains, but for the time being I kept my thoughts to myself as we continued through the village, and slowly but surely we reached the barn after stopping a just a few moments for mother to regain her strength, its stripped birch log supports and dark oak plank walls sticking out heavily from the oak wood homes of the village, and the lush but slightly damaged wheat fields giving me a sense of nostalgia. We followed the coarse dirt and gravel paths leading right into the barn, as we got closer we began to see arrows sticking out of the side, and my face scrunched up at what smelled like rotting flesh, I looked over at mother to see her almost vomiting, but we pushed through making it closer and closer until we eventually made it inside, there we found the old horse cart and our trusted steed starlight, a tall black mare, with a beautiful pitch black mane. When we were all inside father sat mother down on a bale of hay and began to help my aunt prepare the cart while I stood and helped mother with whatever she needed. "Felix, I've just realized something." she said. "What is it?" I asked. "We never named your sister. We simply had her and had no time to give her a proper name." she retorted. "Well we have time now, have you thought of any names?" She wasn't wrong, we really did never get the time to name her, I looked up my mother and saw her pause, then looking down at my sister, and she began to smile. "Maybe she could be named after your grandmother, she reminds me so much of her, her lovely green eyes and her round tiny nose, so her name should be Hira." I smiled back at her. "I think that's a great name for her mom." I said leaning on her shoulder, feeling her head rest on top of mine, I felt my body relax and breathing ease, with my heart beating ever slower. While over by the cart I saw father and aunt finishing up. "Anna, I've been thinking, we should go up to the taiga village in the north, I've heard that they've been able to protect themselves better than any village in the south, and we wouldn't have to deal with the fear of another raid happening." Father said. "But then we would have to deal with the cold, and the even more dangerous mobs, and not to mention the rumors we've heard of, it'd be best to go east to a beach village, there we could grow and it would be safer." My aunt retorted. "Safer? We'd have to deal with the incessant drowned, I don't know about you but I rather not have a trident thrown through my window while I sleep, and what if one attacks the kids?" He said. "But a zombie that can break through doors in two hits is better? Drowned attacks are rare and by this time they would have known how to take care of them to better protect themselves." she said "True, but-" [Hhharr]  It was like our hearts stopped. A grunt that was all to familiar to all of us, father and I quickly rushed to look peak out the barn, careful to not be seen, and there he, or it, was in the distance, pale grey skin, and a bitter and hateful look splattered across it's face. It had its crossbow loaded and in its arms prepared and ready to shoot at a moments notice. "What are we going to do?" I whispered. "We can go out the other way, pillagers stick together, if there's one there might be at least 3 or 6 more of those things out there, the good thing is that those dolts shoot slow, taking a while to reload, if we rush fast enough out the back where there's cover we can get away safely. " He said. "Alright, but what if some of them are near the back area of the barn?" I asked. "You, your mother, and aunt will be laying down in the cart, that way if they do shoot, you'll all be protected." he said. "But-" I tried to ask another question but he retorted "Felix, I'll be okay, just make sure you all stay down. We don't have many options and this is the best way out now help your mother into the cart." I simply sighed and did as told, we backed slowly away from the door and I began to help my mother up as my father explained the plan. "Terry we only have a few health potions and no armor, pillagers may shoot slow but they can aim, so try to dodge as best you can." She said. "I will." He retorted. I helped my mother up and into her spot, she looked exhausted, her eyes had bags under them and her body was shaky. "Mom are you okay?" I asked pulling my aunt up into the cart and laying down beside them both. "No, I feel like my mind is slipping, I haven't gotten much sleep and having a child is very taxing. But Hira on the other hand is doing just fine, sleeping every chance she gets." she said smiling. "Well, when were on the road try to get some rest." I said. "I will" she replied. Once we were all settled father slowly peaked out of the barn and into the back road, only fully opening them once he was sure no pillagers had made there way over here, he then got onto the horse, took a deep breath, and took off. It was sudden and bumpy, I felt myself tensing up as I held my aunt and mothers hand hearing arrows hit the back of the cart and fly right above us. But while they did get fairly close to hitting father we all made it into the forest safely.  "Is everyone alright!?" Father asked. "Yeah, no one got hit!" we retorted, I saw my aunt relax and lay back and mother do the same, as we continued to ride deeper into the woods.