I had written a while ago
Young Adrian meeting the pillagers that saved him
@/mae910do own the pillagers in this (sorry if you don’t want me to use them)
Adrian stumbled through the dark forest, barely able to see his hand in front of his face.
For getting drugged and left in the forest to die, he felt he had been doing pretty well and staying safe until he could find shelter or another person.
However, he had been doing well earlier. Currently he felt awful, and he knew exactly why.
His arm hurt badly, and felt very itchy like a healing injury. His throat also felt tight, and it was very, very hard to breathe. He felt a little nauseous too, but compared to the inability to breathe, it felt less important.
Overall, he got stung by a bee, and was severely allergic.
He noticed a zombie in the distance and went to run, but it followed him. He turned to looked back at it and tripped, falling into crunchy leaves. As he hit the ground the world spun quickly. He tried to scream as he fell but his swollen throat only let out a squeak.
The zombie approached but before it got too close an arrow went through its head. He gawked at it as it fell beside him, and a young pillager approached.
He looked down at Adrian. He held out a hand, and Adrian, slightly able to see it in the dark, took it to get up, but the world spun again and he stumbled.
“Woah hey…” The guy steadied him, “Are you okay?”
Adrian knew he wasn’t and shook his head.
“I… can’t…” He whispered and gestured to his throat.
“You can’t breathe?”
Adrian nodded.
“Bee-“ He wheezed. The illager didn’t realize what he meant.
“Be? Be what?”
Adrian rolled his eyes in the dark.
“Buzz-“ He uttered. He started panicking soon after, finding himself completely unable to breathe.
“Oh! Bees! You got stung by a bee?” He didn’t get a response and couldn’t see the guys face in the dark, so he assumed that was a yes.
“I’m going to pick you up and take you away, ok?”
He scooped up the kid and hastily came back to his outpost.
“Hey! Domino! Who’s the kid?” Bonnie called out.
“Found him in the woods. No idea who he is or where he came from, but he needs help.”
“What kind..?”
“Allergic reaction kind.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah… I’m bringing him in.”
“But he’s an evoker.”
“Doesn’t seem like they liked him enough to look for, also the kids, like, I dunno, fifteen. I’m not letting him die.”
He came inside, put Adrian on a table and got some older pillagers to take a look at him.
“Get me a bottle of dripleaf extract.” The tallest one said to another young man. He walked away quickly and came back with the bottle.
He took a spoonful of the syrup and forced it down the kids throat.
Almost immediately Adrian was breathing better and taking large gasps and coughs, regaining a lot of lost oxygen. They applied a small amount of the extract to the sting after they removed the stinger and wrapped it in a small bandage.
“There. He’ll be fine for now.” He said. “Take him to a bed.” He told Domino, who nodded and carried him away.
“Thanks…” Adrian murmured. “Your names Domino?”
He smiled.
“My names Danko, but everyone calls me Domino. Nice to meet ya. And you are..?”
“Adrian. Or Aid.”
“Nice.”
The two chatted and Adrian felt himself get better while sitting in the bed. And Domino noticed the speedy recovery.
“Dripleaf works like a charm, doesn’t it?” He said.
“Yeah. I think you guys saved my life. Thank you.” Adrian replied, genuinely thankful.
“No problem. You were dying, so what did you expect me to do?” Domino asked. Adrian shrugged.
A bell rang in the distance.
“Time for dinner. You think you could come down with us? It would be fun, but leave the robe. Pillagers usually don’t like evokers.”
Adrian obeyed and came down to the large table wearing a t-shirt and pants. It was very loud, with pillagers shouting, grabbing food, and drinking at almost every chair.
He sat beside Domino awkwardly. Evokers always used to have dinners quietly and have etiquette forced on them, so this was much different than what he was used to.
Sighing, he listened to the drinking song that began. He began singing along with Domino and the others as he started let his evoker etiquette go.
He could get used to this.
Compared to the cold and hard environments he just came from, and the dark woods, this warm, hearty meal felt a lot nicer.
It felt like home.