//Trigger warnings: graphic descriptions of blood and gore, along with stressful themes, panicking and panic attack(s)//
Y/n woke up to a noise they'd heard before, but not enough to name it. It was like a clopping noise and whining. They eventually figured out it was a horse, and they looked out their window to see a person riding through the village. Their horse was covered in shinning armor and so were they. Y/n couldn't recognize the person, and just as quickly as they came, they left.
It was a bit of a blur, y/n heard horns they had never heard before. And they suddenly got a wave of nausea. They got a terrible feeling and went to their window right away. The sky was grey, a rare color for the sky to be in the desert, y/n thought. They noticed the villagers coming out and asking each other what had happened. But the iron golems rushed them back into their houses. Y/n saw their dad rushing out of the house, and threw on their clothes to rush after him.
"Dad?" Y/n called out, running out of the house. They saw their dad walking into a house with a few other people.
Y/n felt a wave of panic rush over them. They felt hot, and even though it was hot in the desert, this was different. It was an inner heat, a heat flash. Their head felt light and they stumbled backwards, slipping on a few pebbles they hit the ground. A villager ran over to help them up.
"Y/n? Are you alright?" He kneeled besides y/n. And y/n quickly reorganized their thoughts.
"W-where's my dad? What's g-going on?" Y/n stammered, and looked up at the man who was holding him.
"It's ok, your dad went into that house over there." And y/n remembered that moments ago their dad went into the same house the villager was pointing to. "We're trying to figure out what's going on, you should stay here with us while we wait."
Y/n looked over at the crowd that the villager gestured to. They wanted to join them, but they couldn't, they had to go home and prepare for whatever was happening.
"No, no, I have to go home and secure everything. Whatever is happening isn't good." Y/n responded and the villager nodded in response.
Y/n slowly got themselves up and walked to their house, they opened the door and walked over to the cauldron and got a drink of water. They noticed that the cauldron was low on water, and figured the walk to the well would help to calm them, maybe even distract them from the confusion that was plaguing the village.
Y/n set out to the well, keeping a fast pace incase something happened and they needed to get back to their dad fast. They hurried along the hard path, and noticed the sky had changed colors, well, a little bit. It was now a bit red, and the red mixing with the grey only increased y/n's feelings of nervousness.
They realized that they just wanted to be home the second they approached the well. The horns had grown louder and y/n became more stressed by the second. They quickly pulled the bucket out of the well, spilling a quarter of the water, they untied the rope and rushed to pull the bucket off the well. The horns sounded again and y/n looked off into the distace and saw a group, of men. They had darker clothes on and grey skin. One carried a banner high over its head. Another one led a large grey and blue beast which held rage in its eyes.
It was them, the sound of horns flew through the air and y/n dropped the bucket. Water spilled everywhere and got their shoes wet. They ran back to the village as fast as they could. They saw the golems trying to force everyone back into their houses.
"I SAW THEM-THEY I SAW THEM!" Y/n yelled, grabbing the attention of everyone around them.
The golems trotted over to y/n in question. They couldn't talk, but y/n knew what they were asking. They pointed over in the direction of the well and tried to speak of what they saw, but words couldn't come out. It was ok though, as the golems knew what they meant and rushed as fast they their heavy legs could take them in the direction the youngster pointed them in.
A villager came over to y/n and held on tight to them, and y/n explained what they saw. A panic set over the village and y/n felt it, it came in a large wave drowning those who stood under it. Y/n rushed away from the villager that had a hold on them and went towards the house they last saw their dad.
"Dad!" Y/n yelled in a panic. "Dad!"
"Hey kiddo." Y/n's dad responded calmly, and looked over to his child.
"W-we need to go! We need to go home! I-I saw them! They-" Y/n was cut off by their father.
"Hey, hey hey hey calm down." Their dad said. "Listen, you head home, I'll be there soon, I just have to finish up something"
The last thing y/n wanted to do was leave their dad there, in that meeting with the other villagers. Y/n realized that they had no choice from the look on their dad's face, and they shot him a worried look as they left the house and went over to their house.
The other villagers glanced at each other and watched y/n retreat into their house. They too began to disband and drifted off into their own houses. Y/n felt tired and it was still morning, they figured it was the stress. But they would be ok, the golems would take care of it, and they would come back safe. The village would throw a lame excuse of a feast and it would be ok.
-an hour later-
Y/n wasn't sure how long they sat alone in the base of their house, but they did know that each passing minute they grew more and more worried about the fact that their father was not home. They paced around the house, listening to the horns goings off and the far away sounds of the golems fighting. They looked out the window and saw other villagers holding onto their families and saying things y/n couldn't make out.
A few minutes passed, although it felt like hours to y/n, and they turned around at the sound of their dad opening the door.
"H-hey kiddo." He said, out of breath.
"Hey dad. W-whats going on?" Y/n asked.
"Listen- come here." And y/n came over to their dad.
They were embraced into a tight hug, and a sense of dread came over them suddenly.
"I love you." Y/n's dad started, holding on to his child. "I love you so much."
Y/n let out a small nervous laugh. "W-whats going on dad?"
The man didn't let go of his (son/daughter/child).
"The golems are getting weaker. They're failing. They need help. We're going to help them. You need to stay here." He said.
Y/n opened their mouth in protest but their dad continued on, not giving them the chance to speak.
"You need to stay here, and keep the house safe." Their dad told them.
He released y/n from the embrace, a look of worry and grimace on his face.
"D-dad- I- I'll go with you!" The young (man/woman/person) said shaking.
"No. Absolutely not. I'm going with some others, we'll be ok on our own. You have to stay here and hold down the fort." He tried to put on a kind smile at the end, but y/n knew how stressed their dad really was.
Y/n watched as their dad rushed out of the house and to the second floor. He came down in weak chainmail armor and a rusting iron sword. The man then approached his youngest child, and held them in an embrace for the last time.
"What is being strong?" The man asked his (son/daughter/child).
"Doing the right thing at the right time." Y/n responded, and their dad sighed.
"I love you kid." He kissed his (son/daughter/child) on the head.
"I-I love you too." Y/n replied and their dad squeezed them one last time, let go of them, gave a sad smile, and left the house.
Tears poured out of y/n's eyes as they knew their dad was older and couldn't fight too well. This was not going end well and it seemed both y/n and their father knew it.
Y/n went outside and saw the smoke on the other side of the village. The raid had soaked into the village and was going to reach them soon. Y/n ran up the stairs and into their room. They flung open the chest and grabbed the axe it held, the bag of emeralds, the bag of seeds, and the armor that was in there. They put on the worn leather chest-plate and pants, then they went back downstairs and locked the door. They peeked out the window and heard far off battle cries and the scream of a woman. Y/n clutched the axe close to them and huddled in the corner.
!!AFTER THIS WARNING WILL BE GRAPHIC AND GORY SCENCES, PLEASE BE CAREFUL!!
A scent y/n had never smelled flooded the air. It was thick and heavy and made them feel sick. It was blood. The scent of burning flesh and wood, and blood was almost too much for them to handle and they retched, but kept it in.
A scream pierced the thick atmosphere and rung through y/n's ears. They sat there, paralyzed by the fear and sickness they felt fill their body. They couldn't even stand up and look out the window. They where filled with terror as realization set in. This could be the end. Y/n could die here. Alone in their house, scared. Tears welled in their eyes, threatening to pour out any second. And y/n almost let it happen, except they had heard a pillager mumbling. They heard loud thumping alongside the pillager and figured it was the blue and grey beast they saw.
They held the axe tighter and pulled it closer to them, and turned to face the door, still sitting in the corner. They where prepared to go down in a fight. They heard the pillager and it's beast walk past their door though, and instead the pillager looked through the window which y/n was directly under. They didn't dare breathe. The pillager pulled the beast away with a grunt and y/n could hear him walking upstairs to raid their fathers room, and their room. They heard the opening of chests and the clanking of it's contents.
Y/n let out a small sigh as they heard the pillager lead it's monstrous pet away. They almost stood up to check out the window, but an explosion was what stopped them, and the screams, and the burning of sandstone and flesh. It was the neighbors, and y/n knew they had a young daughter, who was only 10. They listened to the terrible screams of the neighbors being burned alive, and they sat there, letting the tears flow.
Y/n cried alone in their house. They cried for so long they felt a pain in their head, and snuck over to the cauldron to take some water. They grabbed the remainder of the bread and stuck it into a satchel that was under the wooden slab in the kitchen. They put their emeralds in there too, and slung it around them. They ate a little bit of the bread and stayed up as long as they could, but eventually they fell asleep, and they did not dream at all that sleep.
I hope you guys liked that chapter! It was so much fun to write! It turns out, writing is more fun when you use a keyboard. I have sooooo many ideas for the next chapter and for future chapters. Also techno comes in next chapter, so yeah :)
Word count: 2021;)
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