World War: The Rise of the Mobs (A Minecraft FanFic)

Chapter 26: War (Part 7)

Andy's P.O.V.

Magma was still asleep, and I'm here, trying to stop the gunpowder blood flowing constantly from her now frail body. We all hope she wakes up soon, we're starting to get really anxious about it. By the looks of it, she's losing a lot of blood, and to face reality, she won't last long if this remains to continue.

Desperate and even though what we planned to do was death defying, we found a close-by village, villagers and inhabitants idly roaming about. Some are planting root crops, some are building others while like what I stated earlier, are on standby. 

Aranea, the boldest and the most daredevil of us stepped forward towards their territory, with no second thoughts. With her amethyst glowing eyes standing out from within her shadowy figure, she caught the humans attention in no time.

The humans visibly quivered at the unexpected sight of us, but Aranea just stared them down. She remained like that for five earthly minutes, before the humans noticed that we meant no harm.

"What do you want?" An old looking villager, with ivory hair and a matching beard stepped forward. He gazed at us at a calm manner, and I've observed that he's the only villager that remained collected, even at the sight of us Mobs.

Webby spoke, "Dear human, I know that history separates us Mobs and you humans, but please spare us a pinch of your hospitality. Our poor friend is dying." I shot her a glare, well that was honestly exaggerated. No. Magma wouldn't.

Right?

Webby shot me a wink... oh wait, now I get the message. I smiled with assurance as I remained silent, listening to their prosaic conversation.

The villagers glanced at each other succinctly, before coming up with a firm and final decision. They nodded synchronously, it's as if they can communicate with one another with only their pair of eyes.

"Zandy, Zander, Sierra, Sylphy and Grimm are also here... they've been a great help to us ever since, so why not?" A certain sentence caught my attention. Zandy? Zander? Sierra? Why do these names sound so familiar?

Hold on... are those my childhood friends?!

"Yes, dear Andy, you're right." A homely and familiar voice snapped me out from my stupor. I whipped around to face the source of the voice and my purple eyes widened when I saw who it was.

"Guys..." I felt a pang of sadness and happiness; sadness because I missed them, and happiness because we finally met each other.

"Woah, enderbrooo, waddup?" Grimm was still the same spider I knew. He had that familiar ebony hair, tanned skin, and he was still an extroverted spider that I knew. Yet this time, he became more masculine and more matured. He grinned at me lopsidedly, to which I responded back with a small wave.

"Ayo, how's life?" Sierra smirked. Ah dang, memories... I used to like her back then but it was just a small crush. She winked at me, which caused me instant annoyance. Still the same. Her dark long wavy her complimented her face and she had grown into a fine young spider woman. Her crimson eyes glinted for a split second, before she smiled.