(Herobrine X Reader)...'s Sister

Chapter 1, Home

     It was a nice day. Sun beams sparkled in through the thick tree branches that kept the underbrush well protected from the hot sunny day. A soft breeze flew through the trunks, taking some slowly falling leaves with it. It is truly one of the nicest days, just before the Autumn chill starts to set in. As the evening dust was just beginning to settle for the night, a young lady decided to stir it up again with her own march through the forest.

     The lady's feet and hands were so covered in mud that she wouldn't even be considered a lady by most standards. More like a monster crafted from the deepest depths of the swamp-lands, with leaves sticking to her legs as if they were glued there.

     The girl's outfit consisted of dark navy trousers, which ended just below the knees, as well as a light grey t-shirt. Her hair was a light sun tinted, honey brown, with the tips lighter than the sprouts. All of which a mangled mess. At least it was manageable. But with her long hair length reaching all the way to her waist -- and her hair at its thickest, it would have to be brushed certainly more than once to stay right.

     The young lady's mannerisms were tight, strict, on a mission. In her inventory were the uncooked, recently killed carcasses of chicken, cows, sheep, and pigs. Plenty to feed her and her younger sister for weeks. The woman's stomach was beginning to pinch after all the hunting, but it would be worth it in the end.

     The young lady's leg brushed up against a thorn as she walked, but she didn't even seem to notice it. Even though the scrape started to bleed. She only frowned when she felt a drop of blood or two trickle down her leg. Just another injury to add to the collection. 'Pain never hurt anyone,' was the young lady's motto she went by.    

    Looking closely at her, it became obvious that this person was surely not the fragile type, if the outfit, mud, and sword didn't convince you well enough. She had cuts big and small up and down her body, most of which didn't really have any kind of story to tell. Just there to show how tough both her skin, and skull, had become over the years.

     After some time, the young lady came to a village, which she walked around to the other side of. Sure, it was a longer trip, but she wasn't in the mood for socializing. She really only ever talked to her little sister and the Michainan's: the old couple who thought it their duty to show up out of nowhere to endlessly talk about the most boring things ever... Nothing they ever said was even remotely interesting!

     Finally, the young lady was back home, a small wooden house with two bedrooms, and one living/dining/kitchen room. Both the bedrooms were upstairs so that one multipurpose room took up the entire bottom floor. But it was a happy, quaint house, which held it's dark secrets better than a best friend.

     "(Y/n)! I'm home!!" The young lady called through the front door. There was a rumble from the stairs as a younger girl ran down the steps with excitement. The younger lady appeared about eighteen years old and right away didn't look as worked as the older one. She had a much nicer, cleaner outfit on, and her skin was a lot better taken care of. It didn't have all the farmer tans that the older girl had. Her hair was a lot prettier and she actually had makeup on her face, though very little.

     "What did you get, Lyla?" (Y/n) asked her older sister.

     "Oh, just some food. Ya gotta cook it first, though." The older girl, Lyla, answered with a mild smirk as she walked in, stomping her feet to shake off some of the mud and leaves.

     "I'll help with that!" (Y/n) offered with excitement Lyla hadn't expected.

     "Um. Okay, but don't get your hands too close to the furnaces." Lyla warned, handing (Y/n) some of the uncooked meat.

     "I am not ten anymore, Lyla," (Y/n) chuckled. "I know a thing or two about cooking."

     "Of course you do.. Just, be careful." Lyla sighed with a little smile. Lyla looked over (Y/n)'s shoulder for a minute or two before determining that (Y/n) indeed was completely capable, and plopped down on the couch to take a load off her sore legs. Looking down, Lyla saw that the cut had already stopped bleeding, so she didn't care to bother herself with it at the time.

     "Hey, Lyla, why don't you take a shower...and stuff?" (Y/n) suggested from over the counter.

     "What; do I smell like trash?" Lyla looked at her sister with a smile.

     "Maybe." (Y/n) chuckled. So Lyla decided to be considerate and take her shower then instead of later. 

     After the shower, Lyla dressed into a clean version of the outfit she had just been wearing, since all she had were duplicates of the same outfit, and walked back into the kitchen. (Y/n) was almost done and looked like she was doing something else in the kitchen too, but Lyla paid no attention to that.

     "I'll be at the field if you need me." Lyla waved goodbye before shutting the door behind her. Once she was outside, the young lady picked up the hoe just outside the door and walked around a few trees until she came to a clearing in the dense forest where crops of potatoes, carrots, and wheat grew. Some of the crops were ripe, so she dug them out right away and replaced them with seeds. Being in the field was a lot easier for her than out hunting miles away. She was close enough to the house so that if (Y/n) screamed, she would be able to run in and grab her dad's old iron sword on the way. She never liked the idea of (Y/n) being taken from her, in any form.

     Thankfully, that time the picking was pretty easy, and the sun was just about setting, so its light didn't beat down on Lyla and instead beamed over the treetops like a massive spotlight.

     "Guess that's it." Lyla mumbled with satisfaction to herself. Her light brown eyes sparkled when she thought of how nice that night's rest was going to be. It was a pretty casual day for her. The crops were slowing down and the young baby cows nearby all grown up. The leaves were just at the point of changing color and were slowly beginning to fall. All was right with the world.. But those inhabiting it, not so much. At least to Lyla, it seemed that way. But, she was blessed to have an imagination to enter into when times were tough, and a great deal of work to keep her busy in the meantime..

     When Lyla returned home, it was surprisingly quiet.. A little too quiet.. 'Oh no. What if someone broke in?!' Lyla's imagination began to frolic. Quickly, the older sister slammed open the door and barged in, looking around the living room frantically for any signs of a burglary. Nothing. Everything looked completely normal. The simple plain furniture the exact same as it had always been. But why was it so quiet? And why did Lyla feel like something was going on here?

     "-SURPRISE!" (Y/n) popped out from behind a chair on the other side of the room, and some confetti flew up into the air before slowly falling to the floor. Lyla had no idea what was going on. She just stared upon (Y/n)'s innocent smile with her own puzzled eyes of concern.

     "Wh.. what's going on?" She eventually asked after also noticing the decorations around.

     "It's your birthday, silly!" (Y/n) laughed. Lyla wasn't sure (Y/n) was even telling the truth. It had been so long, she didn't even remember her birthday was coming up!

     "..But, I haven't had one in years." Lyla said.

     "I know. You always just celebrated my birthday! ..I just thought I would repay the favor. Sorry about the place being a little empty, but I didn't know who to invite." (Y/n) spoke.

     "W, well you didn't have to invite anyone. Just like you didn't have to even do this. I am fine.. honest." Lyla pretty much rejected the party, but with the politest little smile as possible....which wasn't much.

     "But Mom and Dad always-" (Y/n) was cut off right there.

     "Yeah but they're not here, are they?! I, am not them, (Y/n)! As much as I try to be, I can't live up to them, and I am SORRY, but I don't deserve a party!" And with that Lyla turned and ran back out the front door.

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Editing a couple months after finishing the book: Yeahhhhh, this is pretty darn cheesy, BUT it gets better!.. At least I think. It's opinional I guess.

Editing this a couple years later after new book cover: ...Not _tooo_ bad.. Honestly couldn't figure out how to fix that ending there, but at least I was able to adjust some sentences to make the chapter go a lot smoother. :]