Letters to Nobody ~*Poofless AU*~

19

~*Mat*~

I wake up to a pounding headache, and my whole body feeling sore. Groaning quietly, I sit up and hold my head, trying to figure out why I'm in so much pain.

"We apologize for being so, violent, when fetching you. It was for your own safety your majesty," a strongly accented voice of a woman says from nearby.

"What?" I murmur, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I must have really hit my head hard.

"If we didn't knock you out, the empire would've easily found and acquired you my prince." Wait... Prince?

"I'm sorry, but what are you talking about?" I look up at her in confusion, blinking away the tiredness from my eyes.

"You're Woofless T. Craft! The bloodline heir to the throne of Minecraftia!" she exclaims, "Are you not?"

"No. My name is Mathew Nooch, and I'm from Montreal, Canada. I don't know who this, Woofless person is."

"Surely." The woman's eyebrows furrow in confusion before she stands and runs a hand through her hair.

"I'm sorry, but I don't see why you needed to take me." She nods before walking out of the room, her fists clenched. I must have really disappointed her. This Woofless guy must be very important...
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The woman walks back into the room after a while and sits down on a chair beside my bed. "Tell me, Mathew, have you heard of the kingdom of Minecraftia?"

"You mentioned it slightly, but other than that I have no idea of what it is, sorry."

"No need to apologize. Humans don't usually learn the history of other non-human civilizations." She sighs softly before shaking her head.

"Would you like to tell me about it?" The woman's eyes light up like fireworks as soon as I spoke those words.

"I'd love to!" Her mood seemed to change entirely. "The kingdom of Minecraftia was once the most powerful, and respected kingdom about three thousand years ago. It's reign lasted over 4,000 years!"

"Impressive, so why am I here again?" I ask, changing the subject.

"You're here because the empire thinks you're our prince. And if they take the real prince, we'd have no choice other than surrendering to their authority. Not without a fight of course."

"Alright, but why is it so important that the empire doesn't take over your kingdom?"

"They've already taken down the actual kingdom, but we're what they call the tribe of left-overs," she explains, with a small laugh, "So can you help us out?"

"Sure, but what help can I do? I was in an insane asylum for the last two years." The woman smirks at my question.

"We have a few ideas."

~*Jerome*~

I can honestly say, everything this woman is telling me sounds like the plot to a best selling book that will eventually turn into a bad movie interpretation.

"So let me get this straight," I say, clearing my throat, "All three of you are aliens from the same planet. One of you is an accused criminal, another is a runaway, and the third is a hostage?"

"You're doing great so far!" Juniper states sarcastically, clapping her hands. Preston just rolls his eyes and looks at his nails.

"You're all here because this alien Empire is after the criminal?"