The Other Survivor (Rewritten Version) [SLOW UPDATES]

||Chapter 2||

Herobrine led me to a Nether Portal, and I frowned. The Undead and the Horde weren't on bad terms, but they were not so friendly that they'd invite each other onto their domains yet. Maybe they struck a deal of some sort? If so, things are going to get real ugly for the Frostbourne, and that's bad. Really bad.

"Say hello to the Pig King an the Nether Princess," Herobrine said. I could tell he was grinning widely under his mask.

"A-Abigail?" I stuttered, finally turning to the Pig King and the Nether Princess. I did not expect to see anyone that I would recognize there, much less Abigail.

"Who are you?" She asked. A sense of horror settled over me. Did she lost her memory? Was she completely loyal to the Nether? Oh no...... She'll most likely fight the Overworld. What about Rain? he doesn't know...... How would he react?

"Herobrine, who is this girl?" The Pig King spoke.

"Oh. She's from that old village. Nothing to worry about. She got too much at stake to betray us," Herobrine waved dismissively. I clenched my fists in defiance before slowly relaxing with an internal sigh. Herobrine's right. I got too much at stake to break free from his service.

"Speaking of the old village, are your forces ready?" Herobrine continued.

"More than ready. My troops are hungry for the blood of their enemies," The Pig King said.

"Good. Take the girl with you. Keep a close eye on her. You might find her a good shot," Herobrine said.

"And you. Try to finish your job this time," Herobrine glared at me. I gulped before nodding slowly, averting Herobrine's gaze.

When I was alone again, I let tears stream down my face. What trouble did I get myself into now? I am now put in between two difficult choices. Help my brainwashed friend murder my other friend? Or help my other friend fight against my master which will probably result in his death? I know which one is the "right" choice, but the price......

I wish things were like how they once were. Even though my parents were almost never at home (And when they are at home we argue), I had my friends. Things were peaceful. There was no war, no Herobrine. The biggest threat I ahd back then was school, which seemed little compared to what I'm facing now.

<Skippity Hoppity let's have a Time Skippity>

I was already in position when the signal came. The signal being the Horde coming out of dozens of Nether Portals. Arrow after arrow was shot, each of them finding their mark. I didn't bother with the iron golems, they're made of iron, my arrows won't do anything to them.

(A/N: Your author was crazy and decided to write all the above stuff on paper during class because she was bored. I am amazed I wrote 400+ words and was not caught.)

(A/N later: The previous A/N was written somewhere around end of 2019, it feels like an eternity. Speaking of which, because I recently found an old pic of an OC originally made for non-rewrite, this is turning around 180 degrees. It also happened to cure Writer's Block, you can thank Robin later :D)

"Oomph!" I grunted as I caught the attention of an iron golem. The golem swung its arm at me, and I, being distracted at the time, got hit right in the chest and went flying. I felt contact to something hard, and collapsed as the wind was knocked out of me. I started coughing violently, trying to get back up in the process. I shook my head trying to clear the stars that were dancing in my vision.

"Notch...... I really freaking hate golems," I coughed out in an attempt to calm myself, "How far did it hit me......?" I decided to give up trying to get up fully and propped myself up against what I had hit, a wall. Well that's just brilliant.

I fumbled around the pockets in my uniform for a healing potion I always keep on me, and jackpot! I quickly gulped its contents down and waited for the effects to set in. When it did, I pushed myself up, wincing, and back on my feet. Only then did I realize what was going on.

We're winning and taking back the village. Houses were burning down, practically everything was in ruins. Everyone was proud of the victory...... And I?

Despite the terrible memories I once had in this village, it hurt watching it all burn down. I sighed a bit, steadying myself when I saw Herobrine storming over.

"Where were you the entire fight?" Herobrine demanded.

"Wha- I was fighting like you wanted me to! Then a golem got me and I got launched into a wall," I explained, confused as I had done nothing but follow his command.

"That does not excuse your behavior! The Nether Princess got rid of the golems hours ago!" Herobrine snapped. That only got me more confused. Did I black out and not realize it? I wasn't taking that long recovering.

"I....... What?" I replied confusedly, "I...... Maybe I blacked out without realizing?"

Then...... slap!

Herobrine slapped me, in rage. My eyes watered, and reached up trying to rub the red mark the shape of a palm on my cheek that burned with pain. My jaws hung a little loose. I mean, sure he did try to use pain to get me to obey, but I did not expect that. Blacking out was not my fault.

Eyes stinging, I balled my fists and looked straight into Herobrine's blank, furious eyes. I snapped.

"Fine then. Fine. Fine. Take everything then," I snarled, "I'd like a clean slate. There's absolutely NO leverage you can hold over me anymore. You've pushed me over the edge, and I'm quitting." I used the magic in my mask as quick as I can, teleporting as far away as I can, knowing Herobrine can take away its magic at any moment now, as the mask was linked to his power. I slumped against a tree trunk and ripped the mask off my face. I made sure to stomp on it and tear it apart.

A clean slate.

Yeah, a clean slate. I'd like that.

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I did say I had an idea that would turn this story around 180. Let the fun begin and the Wrtier's Block be broken down!