The Empire's Revenge | THE HAUNTED FANFIC

The Empire's Revenge PART 1 (from graysons POV) + PART 2 (rewritten for fun)

(everything in this filler thing is written from graysons pov because i needed filler for this story to entertain y'all)

Grayson could hardly believe it when he woke up, almost completely submerged in the thick, deep, and freezing snow and ice. His skin was cold to the bone, and frostbite burned at the tips of his numb fingers. He didn't move for a while, maybe a couple of moments, maybe hours. He wasn't too sure at this point.

Inhale..

Exhale..

It felt like only a couple of breaths before he managed to muster up his strength and opened his eyes for the second time. He moved his stiff, damp body, now sitting up right and trying to recover his memories of what had happened the day before, or how he got to be here in the first place. He let out a shivering, shallow breath as he remembered.

He and his two closest friends, Mayadriel, or Mia for short, and his best friend Drake had been flying an airship -- that they had stolen from The Empire, mind you -- and maybe a couple of hours afterwards, The Empire had caught up with them. After that, the only thing Grayson recalled was arrows firing, cannons blasting and their airship heavily crashed into the snowy landscape.

Shakily, he got to his feet and looked at the land around him as he shook off the snow that clung to his clothing and backpack. Snow, lots of it. Mountains, trees, and a grey sky, the brightness of the sun covered by the darkly colored clouds. Snow fell innocently from the sky, as if nothing had happened, however Grayson had to admit that it was comforting. Smoke rose from a not too far away crashed airship, and in the depths of the smoke he recognized a friends body.

Struggling through the heavy snow, he made his way to who he assumed was Drake. It was not hard to miss, half of his face hardly recognizable through the dust and ash that covered it, blending with his scaly, black enderman skin. Quickly getting to his side to make sure that he was alright, he kneeled down beside him. Grayson carefully placed his hand on his chest, covered by his burned and ash-covered shirt.

Thankfully, he was still alive. He was letting out hoarse, desperate breaths as he clung to what remaining life he had left, he knew that he would be tired after using what was left of his mana to make sure that we all landed without harm. He used most of his mana on us. Grayson realized, noticing that Drake didn't look all too well compared to himself.

He took off his backpack, and dug around, hoping to find some kind of healing potion.

"Thank The Goddess." Grayson mumbled under his breath as he found at the very least, remains of a formerly used healing potion. He unscrewed the cork, and very gently parted open Drake's dry and slightly cracked lips. He carefully poured the reddish-pinkish substance into Drake's mouth, and at first Drake's body rejected it, but to Grayson's relief, he managed to choke it down.

Grayson brushed some of the ash off Drake's face, hoping that he would wake up soon. However, he didn't have the patience to stay by his side. He stood up, praying that Drake would be safe in the time that he would not be by his side. It was odd, leaving Drake in a state like this, even if he was almost certain that he'd be alright. Every time he got sick or hurt or anything of the sort, Grayson was always by his side, tending to him and making sure that he was okay. He brushed away his thoughts, and began his search. His search for Mia, if he were being precise. His friends were his #1 priority, even if he was curious about where The Empire could be, if they were even here right now. He hoped they weren't.

He stretched out his currently sore limbs, still recovering from the hard impact of falling out of the airship that was practically 50 stories into the sky and hitting the stony, icy, cold ground.