This is a story I've been working on since the start of last year, I'm glad to share it with you guys! This is the first MCSM fanfiction I've written in awhile so I hope you all enjoy. Constructive criticism is always welcome.
"You fought valiantly my friend."
"You and I both know… my fight… is over."
"Stuff and nonsense. Save your strength Ellegaard. We'll take care of this. We'll take care of you."
"My armor… really suits you… Jesse. I want you to keep it, okay? It's certainly not going to be… much use to me now."
"Don't say such things!"
"Jesse knows I'm right."
"Please don't die Ellegaard, please just… hang on a little longer!"
"I'm trying Jesse but… a little is all I got left. Well, Soren… at least I finally got to be a real hero… right?"
"All those people… they're alive. The Witherstorm didn't kill them!"
"Jesse, those people, you have to help them… all of them! Make sure they get out… don't leave anyone behind!"
"I'll do my best. Just take all the time you need to get back on your feet."
And just like that, everything was numb. It felt as if a weight had been lifted off of her chest. She couldn't feel her surroundings, all she could make out was darkness. For a brief moment, it seemed as if her soul was leaving her body, only for it to be shoved back in by an unknown force.
She opened her eyes and what surrounded her was a dark, dreary forest. The grass was dry, dead, and gray. Ellegaard sat up to find tall, black, skinny trees with no leaves but rather long, thin branches that reached for the gray sky scattered throughout the land. There was no sign of the sun or moon.
Ellegaard slowly stood up looking down at her hands. She found that they, and the rest of her body, gave off a faint, heavenly glow.
"Am I… dead?" she whispered to herself. Part of her knew the answer to the question as when she was able to regain consciousness after the impact of her eventual fatal injury, she felt herself growing weaker and colder by the moment.
Speaking of injuries, she noticed how the aches and pains she once felt in her body that developed with age seemingly vanished, and the fresh cuts and bruises she gained when the Witherstorm hit her were replaced with healed scars.
Ellegaard continued to observe her surroundings. "What is this place?"
Suddenly, she heard footsteps in the distance. Ellegaard quickly turned around to see several black figures wandering in the distance; one seemed to glance at her. Her blood ran cold. Whether those strange figures were hostile or not, she'd had more than enough of terrifying creatures hunting her down for a day and didn't want to take any chances.
The engineer ran as fast as she could to a different area of the forest, far away from where the mysterious figures were located.
I know this chapter was sort of short, but don't worry, there is more to come!