As the sun rose, Qwin realised how long she had been out for. She was gathering resources from a nearby ravine for L'Manburg's up and coming war. She stuck the cobble and iron in her bag and looked around. She saw a glint in a nearby bush.
George's breath hitched. Qwin had spotted him. He took his chance to shoot, but she rolled out the way and behind a tree. He rose up,
''Oh Qwin! No chance running now, your all alone. Just come out, and your death will be painless.''
Qwin gripped her axe, and jumped out, lunging to George, who dodged to the side, aiming his bow at the back of her head as she fell to her knees. She rolled out the way and the arrow nipped her ear, cutting a small chunk off. She showed no emotion, just rose. George had chose to fight the wrong girl. She ran to attack, pushing him down by his neck with the edge of her diamond axe. He began breathing heavily, and Qwin felt a tad of mercy and pity for him. But not enough to save his life.
She hauled him up by his collar and held him, dangling off the edge of the ravine. He screamed, kicking his legs in an attempt to save himself. Qwin smirked. All emotion had left her, she was hollow...murderous...
The last thing George saw was the retreating figure of Qwin as he fell. He closed his eyes, waiting for it to all be over...
Crack
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Delilah awoke to the streams of sunlight, groaning. Fundy's ears pricked upwards, and he faced the ram-horned girl. She tried to sit up, but her body was too weak. He kept a hold of her hand,
''It's ok, your ok..'' he whispered softly. He smiled gently, and she sighed, looking back out the window, making no indication of letting go of his hand. She felt a sudden wave of serendipity wash over herself. She was safe...especially with Fundy nearby. Then her heart twanged. She sat up, despite the agony in her side, worry flooding her features,
''Where's Tubbo??''
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
{The Fall} (REWRITING)
FanficPART ONE: The War of Independence. L'Manburg is at war with Dream, and Wilbur, Tommy and Tubbo need an army to succeed in declaring separation from Dreams tyrannical SMP. But they only have a few. They need more. They turn to family, and old friends...
