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

A prophecized immortal and her father

Sum- Wilbur looked at (Y/n). (Y/n) looked at Techno. Techno looked at Wilbur. They all nodded. (Y/n) moved, or at least she tried to, towards Tommy, pulling him into a hug.

"Do it, Wilbur. Blow the horn," she whispered.

Wilbur looked at her one final time, a war horn in hand, and blew.

And then, explosions rang out.

Or, war breaks out and (Y/n) fights for survival

Me have a tough life
The only thing tougher is my writer's block
And an obsidian blade, but we won't dwell on that
So...
Here, have an unhealthy dose of ✨trauma✨

(Y/n) only watched beside the doorway, as Wilbur, Tommy, and Techno stood over the crowd of the kingdom, memories swirling in her thoughts like vicious jabs, unrelenting and painful to the very touch.

Techno stayed a bit nearer to her than to the other two, knowing of her distress when it came to large groups.

She forced herself to move towards the balcony, her steps stiff and untidy from what seemed like a lack of air in her lungs. She forced herself to look around the crowd, and one specific boy caught her eye. He looked no older than seventeen years of age. 'Too young, too young, too young,' she thought frantically as the boy moved to blend in with the crowd. Someone had to notice, hadn't they? Surely, even the Captain would've had to notice.

She stepped back, closer to her friends, closer to her friends, godsdamn closer to her friends.

"So many..." she whispered, her heart pounding in her chest as if it were about to burst.

"Not enough, (Y/n)," Wilbur told her, putting his hands on her shoulders.

As her friends started to discuss who or wouldn't be great assets to the war looming ahead, (Y/n) was swept back into her memories.

'Running, running, running...'

"You're going to die alone."

"Always chasing, you deserve this pain."

"You are a disgrace to this family!"

"-(Y/n)!" Tommy waved a hand in front of her face, snapping her out of her horrid past.

"O-Oh... Wh-what was that?" she stuttered.

"I just asked if you wanted to help oversee the training," Techno said.

"O-Oh, sure..." she mumbled, a light blush on her cheeks in embarrassment that her observation skills weren't as keen today.

"Are you alright today? You seem a bit off," Wilbur asked.

"I'm alright. Let's just get this over with," she muttered, moving out of the way so her friend could begin his speech.

As the king, once her brother of sorts, now leader of an entire nation, spoke, she couldn't help but wonder if she would ever come here again, or if her life would be lost to the damnation of hellfire just outside their borders, just like her siblings. She wondered if her fighting had improved, or she had lost the skills Philza had once taught her eighteen years beforehand. 'It's kill or be killed,' she told herself. 'The way of war.'

(Y/n) could only hope she and her dearest friends would survive.

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