Let me help you | A F!/Child!reader & Passerine!Philza Minecraft Story

Prologue

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NO LEMON BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT I HAVE DECIDED AND THAT IS DISGUSTING ESPECIALLY TO A CHILD

Omg this takes so long and I have massive writer's block

Fighting. That's all she ever knew.

At a young age, she had lost her parents. Her brother left. Her friends from the orphanage turned on her.

And she had another secret.

Blood

Kill

Murder

Revenge

Take them by force

Meet the voices.

A force of massive destruction that she just had no idea where they came from.

She trembled as she held a battle axe in her hands. She was surrounded on every side by the crowd who threatened to take her blood.

She knew she couldn't win. But she didn't want to die so young. She was seven years of age. Seven . And here she was, near death. She had never been good at fighting, always wanting peace before violence. But amid battle, she had forgotten her ways and fought to survive.

Now she realized listening to the voices' pleas for violence was a terrible idea.

As one of the many enemies she fought alone sent her flying into the tree behind her, her grip on her axe started to loosen. She was so tired, just wanting to sleep. It seemed so inviting now, falling into the abyss of death.

She blinked only once, but as she forced her eyes open, her enemies laid on the ground, the hard look of death and twisted agony written over their faces. And there stood in front of her, defending her, a blonde male with blue eyes. He had black wings, as she noticed, wearing a type of cloth she had only read about hours before, in a scroll depicting the myth of gods. He held an obsidian blade in his hand, prepared to strike whoever dared to near either of the two.

She could feel the blood dripping from her mouth, warm and sticky, though her gaze was entirely set on the man who had just saved her life.

As he looked back at her, an unfamiliar look flooding his eyes that she just couldn't quite place, he smiled. It wasn't menacing or twisted as she saw from the other girls and boys from the orphanage. No, it was kind and gentle, the type perhaps a father would give their child. Not like she'd know that personally.

She tried to reach for the battle axe she had dropped only moments before, only to find it was no longer laying on the dirt beside her. The man who stood in front of her looked around, as if checking for something before walking over to her. He made his steps slow and delicate, as if making sure she knew what his next move was going to be. At last, he reached her side, slowly kneeling down.

"Kid, are you alright?" he asked in such a sweet tone she felt a bit safer.

"Mhm..." she mumbled through the pain.

"You don't look so good. Let me take you back to my place, and I'll treat your wounds," he suggested.

No

Don't trust

Deny

Deny