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~Nightmare
Felix wanders the large empty fields of the world. Nothing but flowers and the occasional sheep. With a sense of fear, he begins chopping down nearby trees and constructs a decent house. Night slowly falls upon the world. Hostile mobs spawn everywhere. With a quick jolt Felix is in his house barricading the door. He throws chicken into his furnace to cook, staring at the roaring fire beating back feelings of complete emptiness. A scream hits Felix and freezes him. Grunts and moans of pain is the only thing Felix can hear. He rushes out the door gathering his sword and iron helmet. He watches a young, worn down woman get ambushed by a spider. The woman struggles with the invader, though she is already weakened heavily. Felix sprints towards the fight and pushes the spider off, stabbing it through its thorax. The spider expires slowly. Felix immediately turns his attention to the young woman, her left arm currently cut and bleeding, and falls to his knees to tend to her wounds. "Are you okay?!" Felix yells. The woman cannot respond. Only short gasps escape her lips. The veins in her arm glow a sickly green color. She's poisoned and won't survive for very long. Felix swipes the string from the fallen spider and improvises a tourniquet around the woman's shoulder. She looks at Felix, and turns away closing her eyes, as if she knows what's coming. Felix can only think of one thing to do. He stands up and raises his sword above his head. With great force, Felix's sword comes down.
*SLICE*
Blood. Green poison. Bone fragments. The arm is laying besides the woman as she cries and passes out from pure pain. The tourniquet helps hinder the bleeding. Felix lifts her onto his shoulder and stumbles back to his house. He lays her on his bed and attaches layers of paper to the wound. He can only stare as the woman's body convulses slightly and sweats. Felix places a water bottle on the table besides the bed along with a golden apple and tucks the women in loosely. He takes a spare wool blanket from the chest and lays down on the cold cobblestone floor, covering himself as best he can. As the sounds of groaning and shifting bed sheets subsides, Felix's eyes slowly close, allowing him a very uncomfortable night's rest.