Teuton: A Cardverse Minecraft Fanfiction

by Irys Stardust

Nikoljas is an exiled Teuton. So what happens when he's found in a Templar kingdom under the iron fist of a cruel regent? With the help of the prince himself, a couple of kind guards and the castle wizard, Kyrgios might just be able to accept him. Or will they? - This is my first fanfic, so reviews and advice are much appreciated. Thanks! This fic has several of my OCs in it.

4. Chapter 3: Part 1

Chapter Three - The Trick: Part 1

"Ie, Gawain?" He asked, leaning heavily on his staff. Gawain blew out a relieved breath, "I need your help to trick Ewythr into thinking Nikoljas here is my new personal servant."

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Glyndwr looked both ways quickly, before ushering us inside. As he and Gawain began talking, I wandered around the tower, climbing up the stairs leading to a small library. I could feel the pulse of strong magic from the enchanting table behind the shelves, but I didn't dare look.

I ran my fingers over the chiselled patterns in the walls, before I felt a slight crevice in the carvings. Curiosity spiked me and I pressed the rift, jumping back when the wall slid open. It revealed a room with two bookshelves curling around enchantment tables and a large Nether portal that was activated. I was for some reason curious about the portal and after realising that I was already walking towards it, I raised my hand to touch the obsidian.

"Nikoljas! No, don't touch that!" Someone distantly yelled just as my fingers rubbed against it. I gasped, freezing up as memories, horrid memories that I thought I had long forgotten, rushed at me from the portal, filling me with fear and confusion. Something grabbed me from behind, pulling me away from the portal.

"Let me go! Let me go!" I screamed before I felt myself be turned around. Tears once again streamed down my face as I was brought back to a day I wished never happened; the day Borna Coric was burned into ruins.

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It happened when I was three, almost four. I skipped happily between Mīksta and Tētis. The fair was a perfect place in Borna Coric. Roasted nuts, salted caramel, fairyfloss and other treats that Mīksta wouldn't let me get on a normal day smelled so tantalisingly close. I led Tētis to the petting zoo, pointing to a sooty bay foal with large brown eyes. The foal was staring at me. Tētis spoke to the petting zoo man and bought the foal whom I named Seddon. "Tētis! Mīksta! Wookie, wookie!" I giggled when Seddon nuzzled into my hand. Mīksta smiled and bent down gingerly with the baby inside her, kissing my temple. "Alise, sweetheart, think about the baby." Tētis said, ruffling my hair through the leather helmet.

"Nikoljas! Nikoljas, did you touch it? Please tell me you didn't touch it!"

"Mihalis, I'm fine. Could you help me up?" Mīksta asked, smiling and reaching up like I do. Tētis bent down and pulled her up, rolling his eyes. That was when my childish curiosity took over. "Tētis? Why do you has that singy on your tin?" Tētis raised an eyebrow before interpreting what I had said with my lisp. "It's because I haven't shaved yet. Hey, why don't we go get some fairyfloss, hmm?" I giggled, clapping my hands, before, "Can I wide Theddon?" Both my parents smiled and nodded.

I raced Tētis to the fairyfloss cart and we were eating when the bells rang. I didn't know they were the warning bells so I began to play with my new knight set (basically a leather helmet and chestplate, and a stick). Tētis began chasing me so I thought he was playing too. That is before he yelled, "Nikoljas Juris Ozolinsh!" He was angry if he was using my full name. "Ja, Tētis?" I asked, cocking my head.

"Nikoljas, can you hear me?"

"Nik, you have to stay with Tētis and Mīksta, alright? We can't be losing you; the village's in trouble." I pouted at my father's answer, my eyes watering slightly, "B-But it faiw day.." I whimpered.

In less than no time at all, Mīksta, Tētis and I were running from the flames and the raiders. Mīksta pressed my teedy bear, a small saddlebag and a note into my trembling hands. "Run," she whispered, "run until you find Bremen, where the Teutonic Order lives. Your Vectēvs will look after you there. He is the Head Teuton." I nodded, rubbing my tears away before Seddon and I galloped from the village.

"Nik! Nikoljas! Can. You. Hear. Me?"

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I felt myself being moved. I cracked my eyes open. Gawain was carrying me down the stairs from the portal room. "G-Gawain?" I asked, my voice cracking slightly. I watched him smile slightly, nuzzling my hair. "Please don't ever do that again." He whispered as he placed me on a chair.

He and Glyndwr got me to drink something which made all the memories disappear, before Gawain led me down to the dining hall. "Stay here." He whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.