Protectors Are For Weaklings (Completed)

Amara

Slipping clumsily in and out of sleep, I finally dream of my father. On the other hand, I guess I just have to call him "Phase" now. Does it really matter if he is my biological father or not anymore? He feels like the closest to one.

The dream is hazy, as if it were taken as a video, and it was corrupted in the process of reaching me. There's endstone everywhere, and with surprise, I realize that this is the End. Phase's rightful home, as Zane might have put it. I'm not sure, as I only listened to half of what came out of her mouth. A home he might never reach again.

I take a shaky step back, and I look down to see that these are my hands. Not some abnormal Enderman who I might have jumped into, how dreams sometimes do. I wince at how naturally I use the word "abnormal" so easily when speaking about Endermen. I make a silent vow to never use a negative adjective on an Enderman again.

And then I see him. Not yet donning his usual Enderman hat, I see Phase standing just almost out of my view. An Enderman walks up to him - friend or foe? - and Phase recoils as if he just saw a ghost. Lightning fast, their two swords collide, and the Enderman morphs into a girl with a colour of black as if it were the colour of the void itself. Inhuman, piercing green eyes stare at Phase, and I think for a moment that I can see them shift towards me, but somehow seeing nothing, she turns back. "Whatever, shape shifter. I have bigger plans."

Finally, I take into account the Enderdragon in what I assume to be a usual position under one of the significant, looming black obsidian towers. In what looks like less than a tick, I swear, the girl was away from Phase, and then over to the Enderdragon, sword exchanging from her right to her left, and then to her right again in hesitation. Then, and just before she was probably going to move, a fireball came spewing from the Enderdragon. A heaviness sets about in the air, as if this were a music piece from a noteblock, dynamics changing from a subtle piano to a threatening forte. The fireball feat is in vain. The girl's sword chinks when it breaks through the Enderdragon's thick, armour-like scales, and then squelches when that protective layer is lost.

Phase just stands there. Why? Full groups of eight to ten Endermen finally have a purpose - to protect their master in the time of need. The attacks are like the ripples in a fast moving river going from a wide expanse of water to a waterfall  - all synchronized, until the girl forces them apart, all fighting for themselves instead of their plan from the beginning to all go in groups.

A howl sounds in the distance, unnerving with its unstable key. Still, Phase just stands there as if he's just another inanimate block. "Move!" I finally yell when the girl doesn't hesitate to slaughter the last of the Enderman's loyal followers. "She'll kill you!"

I don't know what causes it to happen, but Phase jumps, and instead of sprinting away, he turns to me, purple eyes blinking slowly as if he's seeing something impossible happen. "Amara?"

Instead of running over to Phase as I intend to, I find myself sitting up in my own bed, sweat slowly making its way down to from my forehead. A quick glance at the glowing clock (crafted with a clock and glowstone) says that it is well past midnight. I slowly lower myself down onto the unusually cold bed sheets. No one in their right mind would be awake at this hour.

They'll be better off without you.

I start at the sudden thought. Not knowing what to think, I clamp my hands over my head in a wasted attempt to block out every small, insignificant sound in the room - or thought.

I forget how badly sane victims react to their first time. Forgive me, Amara. How easily would be an exchange between you and Phase be, with the opportunity to know your true father thrown in?

With rigid movements I have only ever experienced when I was stiff in pain, I shakily stand up. What? What the Nether is going on? My hands unclamp from my head, and rest in a messy pile on my lap, which I have no recollection of wanting to do. The bed starts to vibrate, and I recognize that it is from my own violent shaking. No, no, I was not named Amara for nothing.

Children. So easily manipulated.

A faint cry for help escapes my mouth, after I wonder why she would even bring up an offer I she knew she had me in it already. Yes, "she". I recognize the voice of hers from the other shape shifter in my dream, the other one than Phase.

- - -

All I see next is blackness. For one moment, I am unsure whether I am awake at all, but then the telltale sounds of walking stabilises the thought. Thoughts, I think as venomously as I can muster. Too many intruderous ones lately.

A torch suddenly lights up, and I see an unfamiliar face staring at me through an iron door. Iron doors do seem to be popular. His eyes were darker than dark. Somehow taken off-guard, he opens the door slowly, still staring at me. "I somehow recognize you..." is all he says. "But where... I have no clue."

I guess he never planned to have me comfortable at all, because I am still working past the first thing you think of when you wake up in a weird place. "Where am I?"

His black hair circled around the edges of his face. "Right now, Notch had held you in his castle for "safe-keeping" until I arrived. Who knows how many hands you will be exchanged with until everything gets sorted out with Herobrine."

A shiver runs down my spine. For some odd reason, his eyes flit around, the opposite of what he was doing earlier.

"However, never mind that. You will be in safe hands now... Notch always has had this particular streak of losing when I come in the picture."

A/N Please read this A/N to the end!

This chapter was hard to write, as, well, at this point in this book, I need to strictly follow the plot line that I roughly wrote out, or else the ending will not work out as I planned to.

And alas, sorry for the super duper long wait :c

And does anyone know if "intruderous" is actually a word or not? If not, they should make it a word O_O

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