"You just defined a dragon. Last I checked, I only look the part. And although I really don't want to agree for numerous choices, you're right. She has to have some sort of weak spot. I just... Ugh just need to remember..."
I inhale, then exhale.
"Pain is inevitable. Displeasure is a choice.
I... Sorry. I've gone through a lot of battles. Too many emotional scars."
I inhale, then exhale.
"Pain is inevitable. Displeasure is a choice.
I... Sorry. I've gone through a lot of battles. Too many emotional scars."
“I understand. Battle shapes yo, who you are, your character. I’m sorry to anger you, but I do not lie. You may not be able to take as much damage as a traditional dragon, but you can take more than the average human or a wolf could take. But for now we must find Silver. Where is she?” White sits, their ears downward.
Ender turns to an Endermen, who points to a corner where another Endermen had placed Silver down on a bed. The Endermen was trying to figure out which potion was health or regeneration. There were about six full coloured bottles.
I woke up, my stomach aching. I see the enderman standing above me, and I scream. But then I see Ender and White and I calm down. "Hi." I said weakly.
White trots over and examines the wound. The arrow was still lodged in her leg. "What enchantment does it have?" They sniff the arrow not wanting to pull it out just yet.
The Endermen flinches and avoids eye contact. Instead, it holds up a bottle with a hot pink liquid, assuming that it's healing. It hands the potion to Silver.
"Um, are you sure this is healing?
The Endermen looks at the bottle again. It teleports outside, testing a drop on a Zombie, who flinches on contact, growling in pain. The Endermen teleports back inside and nods, offering the bottle again.
"Okay." I drink it, and I immediately feel better again. "Thank you so much." I get up and pull the arrow out, blood droplets falling to the floor. "Ouch. Arrow through the heart." I say, grimacing from the pain.
"At least you're alive, huh?"
I smile towards her.
I smile towards her.
"Wait-" White grabs hold of the arrow in her mouth, trying to damage it in some sort of way. They spit it out of their mouth once they taste the metal. "Nope- not any normal arrow for sure."
"Can't tell. Be careful when touching it." Rain sniffs the arrow, taking a step back from it.
Ender picks it up.
"Any zombies near by?"
"Any zombies near by?"
I stand up and look outside the window. The only home I've ever known, my beloved Village, is in flames. "It's gone. My home----gone."
"Houses come and go, but home is where you are."
I turned to her, comforted. "Thank you, White. You fought well."
"So philosophical. Wish I was like that."