Welcome to another fanfic in the MCSM-fandom!
This one deals with my own suggestions about whould could've possibly happened to Petra in the past, before she gets caught up in the game's adventure. But it won't turn out to be a happy story in the end, please be sure of that.

Warnings will be added at the beginning of the chapter when necessary. Rated T (- M) for safety.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own "Minecraft: Story Mode" or its characters; I just formed a backstory to Petra. This fanfiction, on the contrary, is mine. Also, the story's image is not mine; I found it on Pinterest where it was pinned by Millie and it's originally from DeviantArt, drawn by Viharos.

Of course, reviews would be appreciated. Don't be shy to point out any typos/ errors, if you spot them. And now enjoy!

Chapter one: Sweet childhood memories

"You have do dodge left, Petra. LEFT, I said! Not right!"

The funny little girl chuckled in amusement, raised her small-sized wooden sword and met her trainer's weapon with the blunt blade. Technically, her trainer was her older brother Oliver. And, technically, it was a nine-year-old versus a fourteen-year-old.

Her flashy, brown eyes met his green ones when she attacked him in return; he blocked it single-handed and laughed in amusement. "You should change your strategy, sweetie!"

"Never!" she yelled while intensely trying to break his defense, but she stood no chance against the boy and, finally, gave up. Breathing heavily, her face turned on an insulted expression.

"That's not fair!" she pointed out, "I never win!"

"Wrong, little sister: YOU weren't listening."

Harshly trying not to burst into tears, she fell down on the ground and threw her sword away.

"You'd probably win, if you changed your strategy." "My strategy's perfect! You're just too dump to understand it!"

Howling in frustration, she rose to her feet and ran over to the small cottage at the edge of the small, grassy plain they'd 'trained' on. Oliver sighed in annoyance, put his own stone sword back into his inventory and picked up the small wooden sword. Young ambition appreciated and all that stuff, but his sister dragged it way too far sometimes. Maybe because she was still a kid after all, but he was a teenager and reserved his right to be upset by such behavior!

When he approached the cottage, he almost ran into his father. Oh no, had had this stare again...

"What was it this time?" was his simple question to his son.

"I didn't do anything!" Oliver said, brushing his hand through his short, black hair. "She's just too stubborn to do as she's told! Not my fault!"

"I don't blame you for anything, Oliver, calm down!"

Astonished, the young boy went silent. His father gave him a secret wink before continuing his way to the back of the small hutch. "Patience, it's just a phase. You'll learn soon enough."

Oliver stood alone for a second, wondering what the last statement was about, before he decided to store it deep in the back of his head and opened the door.

Inside the small house he found his mother and his sister cuddled up closely to each other on the sofa in the living room; the small one holding a mug of hot chocolate. One could undoubtedly see right now whom Petra got her bright red hair from. Although hers was quite longer, the similarities between mother and daughter were more than obvious. They had the same heart-shaped face, the same brown colored eyes. On the contrary, Oliver had become a small look-alike of his father: short black hair with a few longer strands at the forehead and green eyes. But if you wanted to compare their personalities: those had gone past the gender barriers - completely past them.

"Hey Oliver, darling." his mother greeted him when she saw him. Petra on the other hand didn't seem very pleased to have him near her again: "What does HE want?!"

"Petra!" the woman reprimanded her, "Is that a manner to treat your brother?"

"He deserves it! I've got every right there!"

Oliver harshly placed his hands on his hips and gave his mother an angry stare. "SHE started it!"

"I don't care who of you has started it. I'm finishing it." she answered calmly and placed her hands on her daughter's shoulders. "Petra?"

The little girl had snuggled deeper into the pillow behind her, had crossed her arms and obviously intended never to speak with anyone again.

"Petra, you will apologize to your brother."

She shook her red so violently, it made her hair fly. Oliver sighed again; the situation has already begun to go on his nerves. "Just leave it, mum, it's useless to try tell her anything!"

"That's not true!" Petra yelled, instantly forgetting about her plan not to talk to him.

"So what did I just say to you?" the older red-haired woman asked and Petra found herself stuck in a mental oneway road. Her older brother lifted an eyebrow. She had no other choice.

"S... shorry." she muttered between her teeth.

"What?" asked Oliver in confusion. "I couldn't hear you."

"I said SORRY!" the girl shouted almost angrily and for a second everyone froze. Then their mother started laughing, a fair sound full of joy that infected her oldest child, whether he wanted it or not. And Petra also couldn't help it but giggling too. Simply put, the fun was stronger than the frustration and when they finally stopped laughing, the anger was gone.

"You're both crazy, you know that?" their mother asked, stroking aside a red strand.

"Agreed." Oliver replied, "But whose fault is it?"

Today, on this sunny day, the family was travelling to town as a whole, for the adults had some business to do and the kids were starving for some fun. And fun they should get there.

"Oliver, the command is yours while we're gone." said their father to his son after they'd entered the town. Only the last instructions were given.

"Take care of your sister and keep both of you unharmed and out of trouble."

"Finn, are you sure you're not overreacting a little on this?" their mother chuckled. She had just fixed Petra's ponytail - her hair has already reached her hips - and was momentarily checking her inventory.

"You should be thankful that I value their safety so much!"

Oliver groaned in annoyance and facepalmed; his eyes had already catched a few other teenage boys on the other side of the place. "Dad, stop it, you're embarrassing!"

"Oh, a great warrior's wisdom is never -"

"Finn, just let's go." the slender woman laughed, took her husband's hand and winked at her son. "We meet here four hours before nightfall. Have fun, you two!"

She knew how Oliver was feeling about his father's behavior, but her oldest son was too calm in mind to be resentful. And at the same time she killed two birds with one stone: She also had a great concern about her kids' safety, so they'd appointed Oliver Petra's babysitter. He would be kept so busy that there wasn't any time left to get into trouble. And so it was.

[2 hours later]

"Petra, for goodness sake, stay close to me!" Oliver groaned breathlessly. But his little sister didn't waste a second to even consider listening to him. Although she'd been to town lots of times before, everything appeared new and exciting to her. Because of her short and slender figure, it was not problem for her to dodge under a few person's legs to reach the next cool place - in this case an auto-farmer, explaining his invention to a few interested listeners. "You save so much time, you almost don't know what to do with it!" aforesaid farmer momentarily presented.

"Petra!" Oliver called out, pushing his way through the crowd with lots of apologies. His sister had already reached the first line, had placed her tiny hands on the security fence around the slot and was listening to the presenter. But right when Oliver was close enough to reach out for her, she lost every interest and dived into the crowd of people again.
"No, Petra!"

"Hold it, boy, we want to hear this!"

"Silence!"

"What's going on?"

Under many excuses, he managed to get out of the horde of people, just to find his sister vanished once more. Annoyed to death, he sighed heavily and facepalmed. This was horrible! Right now, he was very close to curse his mother, for he knew for sure that THIS had been her plan all along! Keeping him and Petra out of trouble by making him chase her all around the place! Brilliant!

"Hey, babysitter!"

Oliver lowered his hand to find himself standing in front of an eighteen-year-old badass teenage ruler named Freddy. Or Freddy standing in front of him, this one he didn't know exactly. The older one's hair and clothes could one be described as cool, and a victorious grin decorated his face. Oliver nearly vanished when standing beside him; he would never be as cool as this guy. The only part of his outlook he was really proud about was his blue cap he was wearing almost all the time.

"Hey Freddy." he said nevertheless, trying to look chilled, "'Sup?"

Freddy only laughed at him and crossed his arms at his weak try. "Ow, the little boy's attempting to be cool! What are you doing here anyway? Holding this carrot head on the line?"

Oliver quickly looked away when shame blushed his cheeks. He had nothing to say about this statement that was cool enough - and he hated himself for it. Also, he was warmly disinclined to Freddy's discriminating nickname for his sister.

"What's up, loser? Swallowed your tongue?"

"Hey!" an angry, high voice shouted and both turned to the right where it had come from. Petra had appeared out of nowhere and her eyes were piercing Freddy in bare rage. "Leave him alone!"

"Oh, there's the carrot head again!" Freddy joked cynically, "I'm so scared!"

"Shut your mouth, if you know what's good for you!"

"Petra, please calm it." Oliver tried to save the situation. But, as always, hit little sister didn't listen: "I don't allow you to talk to my brother like that!"

This time, the older one really laughed and wiped his eyes in amusement. "Woah, you don't ALLOW me? So cute... as if I care, scum!"

"SHUT UP!"

Now, those two word had come from both of the siblings, but there still existed a difference. While Oliver simply gave the bully an angry stare Petra decided to let her fists speak. She got a little warm-up, met the older guy head on and punched him right in the bally. Freddy gasped, more out of surprise than actual pain, and held her off with both arms.

"Damn it, loser, didn't you read the sign? No dogs off the line!"

"Petra, stop it!" He took his little sister's shoulders and calmed her down enough to make her let go.

"Get this carrot fury a muzzle!" Freddy snapped before leaving the scene.

Oliver sighed heavily. This had been way too close!

"Don't mess with me, pig!" Petra yelled, but that was enough. Grabbing her arm tightly, Oliver pulled her around to face him.

"Petra, stop it already!" he shouted. "Look what you've done! You disgraced yourself perfectly, and me with you! You can't boss people around like they're your puppets! Damn it, you even HIT someone! Pull yourself together, this is not about being the strongest! Look at yourself, you're not even ten years old! Your behavior is ridiculous!"

Petra was so shocked, she froze completely. She stared at her brother with wide brown eyes and knew for sure that she'd gone way too far. Never before he'd shouted at her like that.

"Now come with me, we have to meet Mom and Dad; we're already late anyway. And no jokes!"

The whole way back home Petra stayed quiet, stuck to her brother and didn't make a fuss of anything; not even when they went past a pasture with sheep on it.

At home, both kids went to bed early and their parents let them. They sensed that something must have occurred back in town, but both kids were unharmed and so it was a matter for them alone. Oliver had almost managed to find some sleep after tossing around a lot, when suddenly a shy knock came from his door. He groaned unwillingly, turned over to see if it was his Mom and discovered a few blue flowers, swinging in front of his nose. They were hold in position by a tiny hand and behind them there appeared a familiar face with sad green eyes, surrounded by a mess of red hair.

"I'm sorry about what happened in town." Petra said, "I picked them up for you."

Oliver sighed, but a slight smile appeared on his face whether he wanted it or not. They both shared a favorite color: Blue.

"Are you still mad at me?"

He let out a long, exhausted breath but said: "No, I'm not."

The smile on Petra's face was more a grin that parted her jaws in half and brighter than midday's sunshine.

"BUT you must understand that you really screwed it up back there. You know that?"

"Yes I know." she nodded, "But I promise you, I'll be the world's best sister from now on!"

He was so skeptical about this, he didn't even protest when she climbed on to his bed, dived beneath his blanket and snuggled against his side. "You wish, little fool!"

"Mom, can we keep it?"

"Once again Petra: No. Sheep. At. Home!"

The little girl's wide-eyed face dropped while cuddling the young baby sheep tighter. "But-"

"I said no! Come on, darling, let go of this poor creature, you're strangling it!"

"Don't want to!"

The red-haired woman sighed, slowly running out of patience. Putting it simply, she took her daughter's hands and pulled them away from the sheep, which was relieved to be able to breathe freely again. Then she put a hand on Petra's back to lead her away from the animals. The young girl moaned in disappointment when they left the pasture. The sheep, on the other hand, didn't care that much about what was happening.

"But next year, yes, Mom?"

"No, Petra."

"And the year after?"

"No."

"And-"

"We don't have the space and time for a sheep, that's a fact!" the older one interrupted her, "You understand?"

Petra fell silent and managed to get a last glimpse of the baby sheep.

"And in four years?"

Her mother sighed. "Definitely not. Come on, it's evening already and we have to make it back home before your chocolate's cold."

"Chocolate?!"

The woman chuckled, only took her daughter's hand and spared an answer to that. She knew very well how to distract Petra - if it was necessary.