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"Anfeuern, at least braid your hair! And where are you going out dressed like that?" Ymnig stood awkwardly at the sight of their mom scolding their brother. In their arms were two pillows that they had fetched from their room. The siblings decided to go stargazing that night in their pajamas, but they got caught before reaching the door. "It's too much work, we're just going to the roof anyways," Anfeuern dares to reply. He was carrying two thick blankets with one hand. Ymnig waits rather eagerly for their mom's reaction. "Oh Freya, give me strength..." she says after pinching the bridge of her nose, tired from the day's events. She was holding out really well. "You are a hazard on your younger sibling." The younger sibling continues to just stand there, unsure of whether to get to the door or go back to their room. They felt a bit better being referred to as a 'sibling' rather than anything specific, at least. "Alright, but I was told the stars would be extra visible tonight. You

It all went downhill way too fast. Blanket was running faster than they had ever run, a trail of blood following them. If their legs were under too much strain, they didn't notice - all they could think of was survival, even if it could cost them a limb. The beast was fast, though, and it had a greater stamina than they did. Soon enough, they found themselves backed in a small crevice in a corner with nowhere to go. They and the beast lock eyes. Bad idea. The fear crept up throughout all of their nerves, practically locking them to the ground. Despite all this, Blanket felt frustration the most. How did they let their guard down while travelling on their horse earlier? How did they not notice the monster sneaking by? Blanket reaches for their only other available dagger from its sheath with shaking hands. They had lost the other one during the chase. The realization hits them fairly late - oh god, they only had one dagger left. Fighting a monster without a class was already

"Stupid little letters with his stupid little handwriting..." Blanket strides through the vast expanse of the Ailwi'sjel's backyard, a great garden-farm hybrid neatly consisting of hundreds of crops and flowering plants. They pass by a few gardeners and farmers, too busy with their work to notice the young heir passing by. "Not like I care about how you're doing, anyway. Not like i can even respond to any of these stupid things." They finally stop at an enclave far away from the plants, a small patch of undisturbed concrete where the stack of paper in Blanket's hands find themselves thrown onto. A flick of the match in their other hand, and the letters start to catch fire. They stand in front of the flames for a solid few seconds before their frown deepens, hastily patting the destructive element away. A thorough inspection of the letters show that the text inside them haven't been damaged. Blanket sighs, relieved and defeated, as they gently open one of them to read through.

The little piglin grips the piece of mirror shard in its trembling hand. It hovers at the carnage that it made, looking with its wide eyes. It looks at itself in the mirror's reflection, not recognizing what it saw. "This is a much better look on you." The other voices chatter in agreement. It doesn't like the buzz that they cause in its head. "Why?" "It just does! The red compliments your skin." "It really does!" More chatter. Its eyes start to water. "Why me?" "Oh, please. Why are you crying? You didn't cry when you did it the first time." He throws the shard to the ground, shattering it in smaller pieces. "I didn't want this!" "Oh, but you did!" "It's too late to act like you care, little one." "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" The piglin seems to lose control, throwing its entire body around, hitting walls, then hitting the ground. All the while, the voices laugh at it. "Look at it! Pathetic!" "Acting like a child!" It was no use. No matter what it did, no matter how much it