Who You Are (MCD Fanfic)

Chapter Two

IMPORTANT A/N. I will not be following the exact plot of Minecraft Diaries. Sorry if that disappoints you. Everything that happened before season 3 episode 9 will have happened, and some elements of that episode. I will try not to deviate to far from the story, but you have to keep in mind, this is my creation. I didn't create this to follow guidelines, but to have fun and be creative. If you do not like this, please stop reading this now. For the rest of you, please enjoy!

When I woke up again, the girl was gone, and in her place, a blonde haired, blue eyed man stood. He reminded me of Garte, lord of O'khasis. Seeing that I was awake, he scowled.

    "Let me guess. Another Tula refugee?"

   Confused, I choke out, "Tu... la?"

The door opens, and the woman from before walks in. "Garroth, don't be giving her any trouble."

    The man dips his head. "Sorry, Lady Aphmau." Lady Aphmau? 'Lady Aphmau' smiles gently, and Garroth leaves. Why does that name sound familiar?

"How are you feeling? You were out for three days!"

I stare up at her. "Three d-days!?" I clear my throat, finding that it was easier to talk than last time. Shaking that thought away, I realized something. "Why am I on a boat? What if I have family back there?" 'Lady Aphmau' looks sympathetic.

"The villagers told us. Well, those that weren't laughing." I can feel my face fall. She already knew... Tears welling up in my eyes as the memories rush back, I reach for my cloak's hood. Realizing I wasn't wearing it, I feel myself blushing furiously.

"It's fine to cry. I'm sure you have good reason," she says, attempting to comfort me. She opens her mouth to add something, but shouting from above deck drowned her out.

"WHY DO YOU ALWAYS TRUST SO EASILY?!" a male voice rang out, sounding like Garroth's.

"YOU'RE RIDICULOUS GARROTH!" shouted a woman's voice, angrily. We hear the clashing of swords, and Lady Aphmau pulled out a large, purple-ish broadsword. She threw open the door, and disappeared from my sight. I hear quick footsteps, and more shouting. There's the thud of a blade hitting wood, and Aphmau's voice sounds, clear and authoritative.

"I think you two have let enough of your frustrations out for one night!"

The shouting ceases, and I can't hear anything else that goes on. I pull myself into a sitting position, my stiff back causing me to groan. As quickly as it stopped, the shouting started again. Liochant? Who in the name of Irene is Liochant, and what's so important about him?

Once again, the shouting quieted, and I sigh. What have I gotten myself into? Giving up on trying to listen in, I scan the room, this time searching for my cloak. My dagger would still be in it, therefore I'm defenseless. I'm not the most trusting person, so without my weapon, I felt naked.

I swing my legs over the side of the bed, seeing nothing within the room that could conceal my cloak, and I stand up. Instantly, I'm hit with a wave of nausea, and pain flares in my back. I wobble, but manage to keep my balance, and take an uncertain step. After a second, when I don't topple over, I decide it's safe to walk. The nausea fades, but the pain stays with me, and I stifle a groan.

I lay my hand on the doorknob, unsure as to how the crew might react. My breath hitches, my heart speeding up as I realize, they have no reason to be helping me. My experience has shown that one, everything comes with a price, and two, you always should assume the worst. That way, you're always prepared. In this situation then, I should assume that the friendly appearance is a façade, and that I was meant to be sold off as a slave once healed, or something. Only logical, right?

I turn the knob, flinching as the door swings open with an almost inaudible creak. I peek out, and almost slip up and let out a squeak as I see a boy, looking similar to Garroth, walking down the hallway. He passed the door, muttering and clutching a bandaged hand. His blonde hair was darker than Garroth's, and he looked younger, but other than that, they looked eerily similar.

The boy disappeared into another room, and I caught a quick look at the two toddlers sprawled across a double bed. One of the girls had hair, almost identical to Aphmau's, but before I could see anything else, the door shut.

I turn left, opposite of the room containing the boy and the two toddlers, and shut the door behind me. I come to a halt in front of a set of stairs. Each step I've taken so far has been agony. Now, standing in front of the stairs, I weigh my options. On one hand, I have unbearable pain and possible freedom. On the other, I have the possibility of being sold into slavery. Which seems better...? Can you guess what I chose? Yup. Possible freedom.

Halfway up the staircase though, the door at the top shook, footsteps drawing near. The doorknob turned, the door flying open, and at the top stood...