Born A Soldier (Reader X Herobrine)

Chapter Twelve

     You wait patiently in your cell. It is already the end of the next day, and what a day! Herobrine had given you the all clear to lead a whole squadron of his troops, and train them as well. You, however, couldn't care any less.

     "Psst! (Y/n)!" Sandrah whispers into the dark place, her voice easily bouncing off the stones which make up every wall, sceiling, and floor. You stand, leaving your cell, knowing full well what is going on.

     "Stay quiet." You smirk, accepting her black cloak as you hand her your ragged blanket in return. She simply nods, and drapes the blanket over her head, covering her blond hair. You do the same with her cloak, throwing it over yourself and pulling the hood over hour head, so that your own head and body are barely visible.

     "Oh, and... Here's a dagger, for good luck." She hands the object over to you, obviously caring very little for the blade. You inspect it for any form of a tracking device as you walk out of the dark dungeon area, and into the light of the red hallways. It is a shiny silver blade, with a dark oak handle very well crafted as well. The tip of the blade itself is also decorated with engravings of a couple graceful looking fish, booth engravings on each side are filled in with lapis, adding a very pretty appeal to such a deadly weapon. All you care about it's looks, is that it looks sharp enough to cut through bone if needed.

     After leaving Sandrah to pretend to be you for a night -- hopefully not any more -- you lead yourself down the halls, trying your best to mimic the way you notice Sandrah always does: so confident, so strong and skilled, yet so foolish in so many ways. With a sigh of relief, you are delighted your memory hasn't failed you as you turn a corner to find a portal. With luck, this should be the one that leads not far from your own home. As unnerving it is to know a portal leads so close to home, at least it should make for a quick visit. Perhaps, you can even find a way to help your true side win this war.

     After a moment to quickly search the robe you had been given for any form of a tracking device, you walk into the frame of the portal, waiting for your mind to prepare to go through the rest of the plan.

     "Have a safe trip, Sandrah!" Your entire body flinches, shoulders spiking up, neck shrinking between them. Herobrine waves behind you. Gaining together your composure, you casually wave back, not turning around so that he can see your face, and quickly step through.

     Once through on the other side, you release a large sigh of relief, hands falling on your knees as you catch your breath, chuckling nervously. You better make this quick. You just hope a fellow soldier or even your family themselves will be able to let General Steve know of your predicament, and hopefully find a way that you can somehow pass on any important information onto them. Looking up from your worried self, your eyes catch onto the moon and stars shining overhead. It is such a beautiful sight. Trees stretch in a circle around you, and the pale blue lighting bounces off the grass and flowers the portal has lead you to. Past the trees, you can see distant hills -- hills that even look a little familiar. Searching the horizon, your eyes light up at the sight of a multitude of soft yellows as light rises from a nearby valley, surrounded by careless hills.... Home.

     Excitement filling you, you bolt off down the hill, the darkness making it a little hard to watch for the occasional rocks jutting out from the earth, but you manage, and are at the bottom shortly. Now you have only one hill left to climb and desdend, before you can finally meet with your family again. Your heart swells with joy, unable to wait any longer. You imagine the scared but glad, but also shocked faces of Derik, Sadey your mom, and even Anna as you show up again after having been gone for so long. They surely will be surprised.

     Half way in your ascent up the hill, the cardio finally reaches you, making you stop for a short moment to catch your breath, which is somehow a little harder compared to what it was before. Shrugging it off, you continue, but the struggle for air only gets worse. Finally, as you breath through your nose, and finally take a moment to taste the air, you realize why. Smoke. And a ton of it too.