(Herobrine X Reader)...'s Sister

Chapter 7, Hide

     "..Lyla... Lylaaa.." A wave of joy and relief rushed over the silently sitting Lyla as soon as she heard Steve's voice whisper from just above where she was hiding. As instructed, Lyla had buried herself in the ground just outside the village. The soggy soil all around her had failed to get any warmer so Lyla was ready to sleep in a nice bed. As worried as she was about Steve possibly leaving her in that village all together, she trusted him. Even though she didn't know him that well. She knew he wouldn't be one to break his promise.

     Quickly and full of excitement, Lyla pulled out her shovel and uncovered herself. Leaves that had fallen on the dirt above her in that time shuffled and fell into her hair. By the time Lyla was finished breaking herself free, Steve had found her and lowered a helping hand. Right after that --without even a single word being said-- Steve set up a small tent, handed Lyla the key, and waved Lyla away towards the village. Cold, Lyla ran through the leaves, thankful that they were moist enough to not crunch, all the way to the Inn to sleep for the night.

     Lyla very quietly creaked open one of the two front doors of the Inn and peaked her head in slowly, hoping no one was on the other side. There was no one. Lyla sighed in relief and quietly stepped inside. The process of shutting the door behind her, sneaking upstairs and to the right room according to the key, and entering the room was all too stressful --as the floor was a pretty creaky wood. Once Lyla was behind the protection of the locked room door, she sighed again and turned to look at the room. The colorful, tranquil decorations were very welcoming. Lyla decided to take a quick shower to wash off the collected dirt and sweat on her. After that, she plopped onto the nearest bed and fell fast asleep. She didn't even notice the slip of paper with a little blue flower sticker decorating it that had been left on the table near the window.

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     That night's sleep, though relaxing for her body, was not in the slightest inside. In her sleep, Lyla was tormented by thick smoke and fire all around her, burning up her own house, which she was back in. The fire was blazing all around, eating away the walls and causing the sciling to crumble in on itself. Lyla coughed as she searched the house, running from room to room. There was no point in saving any of her items. Those were already nothing but ash by now. Lyla needed to find (Y/n); she knew her little sister was in there somewhere. Lyla coughed fiercely as she ran from one room to another. Her sister wasn't anywhere in sight. Hoping (Y/n) had woken up before her and was already outside, Lyla ran out the front door as well.

     Once outside, Lyla fell to her knees to catch her breath. Suddenly, as if called by name even though she had heard nothing except fire behind her, Lyla looked up from the ground. What she saw, horrified her. Once again was the scene of (Y/n), in the clutches of her worst enemy. Herobrine. In his free hand that was not wrapped around (Y/n) was a ball of fire. The same fire that was now destroying her home. A soul tearing smirk rose on his face when he saw the fear in Lyla's eyes; he once again had her little sister!

     Even though Lyla knew it was a dream and that (Y/n) was already gone, she still struggled to her feet to save her little sister. Maybe if she saved her in the dream, somehow she would save her in real life too. The dream wasn't bending in her favor however. When Lyla tried to run for her sister she tripped over chains that were suddenly tight around her ankles and not letting go any time soon. Lyla pulled harder and harder, but the chains only became tighter. The fire from the burning house moved closer and closer to Lyla until she was once again surrounded by the dancing flames. Peaking over the fire, Lyla watched in horror once again as her sister was pulled away; back into the Nether Portal.

     It was then that Lyla woke, shouting in her sleep and coughing up imaginary smoke. Only, it wasn't imaginary. Lyla squinted outside to see bright orange fire eating up the treeline not too far off. Forest fire!.. Steve!! Lyla's eyes widened as that realization came. She jumped up and didn't even care to run through those Inn halls. Instead, she opened the window, letting the strong winter breeze fly in and blow everything near it to the floor, before sliding outside. Lyla held onto the wall tightly and climbed down carefully but speedily until she jumped the last block down onto the grass. Once her feet touched the grass, she was off towards where Steve's camp had been set up, which was where the fire was the fiercest. She could only hope that Steve had woken up before she had. Lyla wasn't even sure what time it was. The sky was still dark, though now covered up by a concoction of clouds and smoke, the moon being no longer visible.