Born A Soldier (Reader X Herobrine)

Chapter Thirteen

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Fffthwarp.

     A sharp buzz engulfing your entire body finally subsides, leaving your trembling form numb. Apparently that's how teleporting feels... huh.

     As you fall to your knees, hands grasping for the blades of green beneath you, the immortal steps past you in a careless matter, carrying your niece on his hip with him. As your ears calm, ringing fading, new noises fill them. Basic ruffling, mixed in with hushed chatter all around. Building the strength to look up, your eyes dart around a crowd of monsters of all kinds, all trying to go about their business normally but unable to keep themselves from eyeing the new ones in camp. Yes. It appears to be a camp. Many greyish-tan tents are set up all around you, all in many different sizes. The ground is still mostly grass, so they haven't been here long. Several further away are still pitching a couple remaining tents. There is distant clinging as weapons of silver are beat into form, as well as a filling suply of sharpened arrowheads. It is clear these guys are preparing for war.

     Herobrine continues walking, expecting you to follow him, which, you do. You can't trust such a wicked individual with your young niece. Who knows, he could use his magic at some point to replace her with a fake if you aren't watching!... That likely won't happen, but still. The immortal appears near a large fire, a little further off to the side where no embers can reach the table decorated in maps and a couple lamps. At the table is a chair that is obviously his. The thing is pure stone with a single cushion in it for him to sit on. The chair looks more like a miniature throne than an actual chair. Like..some kind of portable throne. Quite useless. At least... Before you can blink Herobrine gently sets the little girl down.. before pulling out a chain attached to a single shackle. You make an attempt to shout but nothing quite comes out, and soon your young niece is chained by her left ankle to the stone throne. At least, it appears, the chain is long enough for her to get up and walk around if she needed to, but the poor girl just sat with her back against the solid back of the throne, absolutely petrified by the sights and sounds of all the monsters and their camp.

     "There you go." The satisfied immortal finishes his work of bringing in the prisoners. Again, he turns his attention to you. "Take good care of her for me, but not so good of care that you two go running off into the forest. We can't have that happen.." You look down, no ideas for a good response coming to mind. As much as you wish you could shout all you wanted at him for capturing you..again, your body takes a more solid approach. Instead, staring down at the grass is just going to have to do for now. "Good." The immortal sounds pleased, and soon enough he has left you and the young one to yourselves at camp. "Oh!" He suddenly teleports in front of you before your nerves can settle. "No.. trying to escape. If I catch you even trying, and believe me, I will, your little niece won't ever see the rest of her family again."

     "So..." You look up slowly, "You are going to let her go..?"

     "Not until you have successfully converted to my side...yes." This, at least, gives you a little hope. Herobrine then teleports away, and after a short moment you fast-walk over to Anna, who is still wide eyed, sitting stiffly in a self contained little ball. You sit beside her and scoop the young one into your arms. The least you can do here is help calm her. Feeling at least a little safer, young Anna hugs you as she sits in your lap, nearly on the verge of tears.