To Run

Planning

Henlo

Yeah idk what else to say lol

RECAP

HEROBRINE'S POV

     The potion rose before me, and fingers tightened in my hair when I tried to turn my face away.

      "Drink."

     My will was nothing but ashes, and I couldn't resist when the glass rim touched my lips, and bitter liquid rushed into my throat.

     Then... the world became numb, and my body obeyed my will no more.

      Shuffling, the creak of a cork being pushed back, and the hand released my hair.

      "....obeyed you?"

      "The potion not only weakens the body... but the mind as well."

     My thoughts became too muddled to make out, and I sank into nothingness again.

END RECAP

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Planning

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HEROBRINE'S POV

      When I next woke, I was astride a horse.

      The gentle rocking motion was my first hint that something was off. It took several minutes of contemplation before I realized I was being moved, and several more minutes passed before my sluggish brain could grasp that I was, in fact, on a horse. It seemed as though the cursed hunter had laid me upon the animal's back and tied me to it. I could feel ropes rubbing skin just under my arms and about my hips, my legs hung down on either side, and my arms were still pulled behind me, weighted by cold chains.

      My head was hanging, neck aching, and it took extreme effort to even lift it to rest upon the horse's withers. There were soft murmurings all about me, punctuated by the crunch of hooves upon snow and the huffing snorts of many horses.

      The horse broke into a brief trot beneath me, and sharp pain took my breath away.

      Perhaps it was the unexpectedness of the pain that cause the rough noise to leave my chest, or perhaps the weakness coursing through me still inhibited my ability to choke back those sounds. I growled lowly as the animal was drawn to a halt, and hissed as hands were laid upon my lower back.

      "Herobrine, it's me, Damon. Calm yourself..."

      My eyes flashed as I forced them open, my gaze flicking to meet the hunter's narrow eyes, "I will not be calm."

     A sigh answered my bitten response, and the hand, annoyingly, moved to my shoulder. Curse humans and their desire to touch!

     "We will be stopping in an hour or so to make camp," the man's touch shifted to the ropes binding me to the horse, testing their security, "will you make it that far?"

     I blinked at his question. Did he... doubt my ability to survive until that time?

     "I am having trouble ascertaining your reasons for asking me such a stupid, useless question."