The Lion Sleeps Tonight - A Hermitcraft Fanfic

Campout

Night was on the brink of falling, with the sun just barely visible through the trees as starting to vanish below the horizon. Keralis had set up a makeshift tent with carpets draped between trees, with a seat outside for whoever would be keeping watch. They didn't think anything would attack them, but precautions were precautions, and it was the only way Keralis could convince BDubs to take any kind of break.

Keralis had the first watch, and so was sat outside, contemplatively eating a golden carrot. He peered out into the Jungle beyond as the shadows grew deeper and darker. Occasionally he'd hear a twig snap, or what sounded like a voice, but since nothing further happened he dismissed it as simply hearing things.

Fairly late in the night, when the moonlight was filtering down through the trees, Keralis heard a rustling noise in the underbrush. He initially dismissed it as he had everything else, until he realised that it was getting closer. Carefully, he drew his sword, and approached the source of the noise.

Something that appeared to be a snake slowly crawled over his feet, heading for the tent. Keralis leapt back and cleanly cut it in two with the sword. He bent over to see what kind of snake it was, and found... a vine? He noticed that more were coming out of the undergrowth now, and he hacked and slashed at them.

There seemed to be an infinite number of the things, however, and they were rushing towards the tent, rushing towards BDubs. Keralis kept valiantly fighting, but he couldn't keep up with only his sword. He grunted, and tossed said blade to the side.

"That's it. Nobody hurts Bubbles." He muttered to himself. His eyes glowed bright blue, and an arc of magic leapt from his hands, zapping each and every vine and causing it to wither and die. He heard more rustling, and whipped his head around to face it. He raised his hand again threateningly, and it seemed that the Jungle got the message. The rustling continued, and got further and further away. 

Keralis let out a sigh of relief, and pulled his sword out of the ground, stashing it in his inventory. He collapsed against the wall of the tent, mentally and physically exhausted from the ordeal. Looking out, although he would, if asked later, attribute it to exhaustion, it seemed that the whole Jungle was edging slowly away from him, absolutely terrified. A few hours later, BDubs awoke, and switched places with Keralis. 

"Anything happen?" He asked.

"Nothing much." Keralis lied, going under the makeshift shelter. He collapsed on the bed, and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. He fell into an uneasy slumber, dreams filled with confused images of the battle. The rest of the night continued with little to no event, at least as far as BDubs reported come the morning.

Don't mess with Keralis. No, scratch that. Don't mess with any of the Hermits. They all have their own personal fun AND funky fresh ways of making an attacker's life hell.

I've been Entropy, peace out from the present!