Unbearably White ~ dream smp war ~

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I was awake. My eyelids felt too heavy to even be opened. I felt like I was choking, I sat up slowly and rubbed my eyes, still in a state of dysphoria. I took in one harsh breath and immediately regretted it, choking and barely being able to breathe.

I become aware of my surroundings, finally being woken up. My room is filled with dark smoke clouds, I look around frantically for an exit. It's so dark, I can't see anything. Almost tripping over myself, I stand up and rush to the bathroom. Wetting a small hand towel and putting it over my mouth, preventing myself from inhaling more smoke for the time being. I walk out and touch the door handle leading out to the main hallway. The handle is too hot, it burns my fingertip. I wince out in pain, the burn stings badly. Now starting to panic when I realize the gravity of the situation.

I look around again, thinking of any way possible to get myself out. I walk over to the window, the drop isn't too far. I creak it open and climb out, hanging onto the windowsill. Slowly, I shift towards my right, trying not to let go. I feel my foot touch the tip of the balcony, I get a better footing onto it. Carefully, I push myself off the window and launch my upper body onto the balcony, landing on all fours. I was now at a level where I could jump down safely, without getting injured. 

I made it safely to the ground, luckily not sustaining any injuries other than my finger. I sat in the grass, looking up at the dark sky. I coughed out the smoke that once filled my lungs. I could finally breathe again. My oak walls were being plastered with hot orange flames. I watched as they climbed their way up the sides. The smell made me feel sick. Everything I owned, gone. I stand up, looking around the forest. Looking for something to put at fault. Immediately, I notice the vast amount of flames surrounding me. A forest fire.

I had to get out of here. I ran to my stables, just out of reach from the spreading orange blaze. I grab my sword and my horse, I use my shaking hands to put on the reins and saddle. 

I didn't know where to go, I just wanted to get out as fast as possible. I rode until the fiery mess was out of my sight. I looked up at the moon, it was a half past midnight. I was alone. Riding in the dark, knowing there would be some wildlife to scare off my horse. That was when I heard it, a crunch in the branches. It felt eerily close. I stopped my horse and called out to try and scare it off.

"Hello?" I called out, informing it that its presence was known.

I got no response, the moving stopped. I slowly pulled out my sword, getting off my horse. Now being suspicious, I walked towards where I heard the noise from. I heard another scruff, from behind me this time. I swing my head around and hold my sword readily, about to attack whatever came my way. But nothing did, instead, I saw a figure sprinting away in the distance. I couldn't see it very well, but it looked to be a blur of green. It would've been a lie to say it didn't freak me out. 

I took a step back and let out a sigh, I put my sword back into my belt. Now feeling a bit relieved, I tried to forget about everything that just happened. But it broke my heart to think of my home, turned into dark ashes now. 

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It was morning, I woke up on the ground. The pain in my ribs was sharp, and I felt lightheaded. I took in a shaky breath, trying not to breathe too hard to add more damage. I sat up as slowly as possible, my horse was gone. I try to remember what had happened. All I could remember is being thrown off as my horse shrieked. Something must've scared it off, I thought to myself.

Could it be that green figure I saw last night? 

My thoughts were short-lived when I took another breath and winced in pain. Slowly it subsided, so I didn't have any serious injuries. My left arm's sleeve was torn open and was stained a dark red. I touch to see if it's still bleeding, and gasp sharply in pain. I look over the wound and notice its dried blood. It's not too bad, I must've cut myself when I fell.