Random Rainimator Stories

The Second Half of the Plan

This story is based on pages 386-387 of the book One True King. The name of this story is taken from the chapter of the same name in the same book (because I'm very TOTALLY creative when it comes to making titles), though this story doesn't take complete inspiration from the entire chapter. I'm aware that Hogsworth wears Netherite armour but let's pretend it's weak for the sake of this story.
I had to get creative with the dialogue so if it isn't that lore-accurate, please don't attack me in the comments. I'm not reading up on the lore anyway lmao.

The ache in Hilda's arms worsened as she continued swinging her mace at incoming enemies. This was the life she chose, she would not complain any less than her other soldiers would.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight! Bodies fell to the snow-covered ground, blood staining it from ivory to crimson. Hilda panted as she leaned against her weapon, trying to catch her breath.

Nine! Hilda swung her mace backwards, sending the piglin to the ground, his skull cracking open from the impact. Hilda looked around, the battle intense in her field of vision. Things were not looking good for the Frostbourne. Sure, there were plenty of dead soldiers from both sides of the battle, but Frostbourne soldiers practically littered the ground like sprinkles on a cake.

Splat! A dead body landed in front of Hilda. Hilda stepped back, eyes widened in horror. The elytra on the back was still spread wide open. Hilda looked up to see many more bodies fall from the sky. She ran, trying to avoid being crushed by one.

That's when she saw him. Hogsworth. That little dirty piglin, running away from the battlefield like the coward he always was. Where was he going anyway? Up that mountain? Alright, but why?

That's when Hilda's heart stopped beating. Lyria Wintona. Hogsworth was chasing Lyria up the mountain. Lyria's pink hair flew with the wind, her elytra down and damaged. Hogsworth was starting to close in on her. Panic began to course through Hilda's body. She had promised Doraine to protect Lyria and she would not break that promise. Turning to Agatha, she shouted, "Take charge of the battle! I'm going after Hogsworth!"

Agatha did not question the command. She nodded before turning her attention back to the fight. Having already wasted so much precious time, Hilda ran. She ran after Hogsworth, ignoring the increasing ache in her thighs as she raced after him to the top of the mountain. Lyria was nearing the top, dangerously close to falling off the edge. Hogsworth was closing in on her. One more step backward and Lyria would be falling. Hilda was not about to let her take that step. She reached for the spear at her back and quickly swapped it with her mace.

With a burst of adrenaline, Hilda leapt from her spot, aiming for Hogsworth's shoulder. Her spear plunged into his shoulder as she grabbed his collar, pulling him away from Lyria. Lyria gasped as she fell to her knees, crawling away from the ledge. Hogsworth turned to face Hilda, who punched him in the throat. That left Hilda to wrap her arms around Hogsworth in a headlock; an arm draped around his neck, an arm across his waist.

Hogsworth tried to break free but Hilda's grip was surprisingly strong. Hogsworth grunted and scowled before Hilda leaned into his ear.
"You kill those who have love. Why? Because they have the better half of you you will never get back? Or is it because you're a monster? Because only monsters kill those who have love."
Hogsworth clenched his hands into fists. "You who kills people I've loved in the Nether Empire? The only monster I see is you."
Hilda tightened her grip. "You attack those who are simply trying to survive. I am not the monster here."
Hogsworth howled with laughter. "You dare tell me who I'm not allowed to kill when your faction has slaughtered many of my brothers in arms? You are pathetic, Shieldmaiden."
"And you are a coward who runs and joins the other side when you cannot satisfy your current leader."

Hogsworth and Hilda stared at each other before Hogsworth bared his teeth and attempted to elbow Hilda. Hilda dodged and her foot slipped but her hands remained strong around Hogsworth's figure.
"Why do you care about her so much, Shieldmaiden? She's just a pesky young girl who will become lost amongst the sea of dead bodies in the end." Hogsworth asked.
Hilda growled. "That does not matter to you, porkchop!"

Hogsworth was starting to regain his strength, pushing against Hilda's form. The ache in Hilda's arms was becoming unbearable and her feet were starting to give way. Hogsworth snickered. "Losing strength, Shieldmaiden?"
Hilda groaned as her feet struggled more. "Is there a reason you are Naeus' punching bag? Is it possible that he doesn't deem you as worthy as Kralos?" she asked, struggling to restrain him.
Hogsworth's smug look was wiped off his face. "What would you know, Shieldmaiden? You don't even know what you are talking about!"

Hilda laughed, the sound unnatural for her. She couldn't keep him in a headlock for much longer, so why not taunt him? "I wonder if Naeus would rescue you if you were to be captured or if he would leave you to rot in the Frostbourne dungeons. Is it because you are related to old Nether Kings and he sees you as a reminder of his obstacles to getting to the throne? Or is it because he sees nothing in you that he ever wants back in the Nether Empire?"

Hogsworth roared in anger and thrashed in Hilda's arms. He elbowed Hilda's face and Hilda stumbled backwards. Hogsworth pulled the spear out of his shoulder and aimed it at Hilda. Hilda fell backwards and tried to grab her mace but Hogsworth kicked her hand away and grabbed it first, throwing it off the cliff.
"Not so tough now that you're disarmed, Shieldmaiden. Any last words?"
The blade was dangerously close to Hilda's neck. She knew it was over, she couldn't fight, so she had to make her final words count.
"I promised Doraine that I'd protect Lyria for her after her death. If I have to join Doraine to do that, then so be it."

Slash! The blade sliced across Hilda's neck, the blood dripping and staining her clothes. Hilda closed her eyes, coming to terms with her demise. With a grunt, Hogsworth grabbed Hilda by her collar. He dragged and dangled her body over to the edge.

"Say hello to them for me, and be my better half!" Hogsworth yelled. Angling his hand, he threw Hilda off the cliff.

Hilda's body fell, her armour and helmet weighing her down. She disappeared into the snowy ground, blended in by the endless seas of bodies. The blood poured from her neck, the crimson river spilling onto the ivory ground. The crimson lake grew large, threatening to drown Hilda in its murky depths.

Lyria's heart jolted at the sight as Hilda's words echoed in her mind, her voice threatening to disappear forever. Hilda had protected her with her life, the same way she had always protected the Frostbourne. Lyria had always known Hilda to be brave and strong, the same qualities she aspired to have. Now, Hilda had been lost to the war as her sister had.