Portal Knights is this cute little sandbox game that's a little like Minecraft but with a BIT more storylining and not everything is blocky, only the terrain and buildings are. This is something I've been thinking about for a little bit and while I probably won't write a full fanfic for a while, car ride + playing for a couple hours on Switch trying to get my character to where she is on Xbox lead me to write this XD

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Sylvia had been on Squire's Knoll for as long as she could remember. It was her home, the vibrant green trees and the crimson alabaster berries to snack on when she wasn't helping Janine with the farm or mining for Elise while she's "on strike."

Janine and Robert, the old couple that had established their farm on the quiet island, said that Sylvia, like everyone else on the island at least, had just appeared one day.

Although something about Sylvia had been different. She acted differently than other people. She wasn't so scared of the Hollow Knights that came at night, and she was always willing to help others when needed. While Cyril was her age, she more often played with the Emerald Parrots and Green Slimes growing up rather than playing chase with the boy and Elise.

"Sylvia! Come down from the rafters! The storm is blowing the roof apart! Sylvia! Wake up!"

The girl groaned slightly was she was awoken rather unpleasantly from her slumber. The wind was howling outside and Sylvia shivered; there were already holes in the roof that were letting the wind and rain in.

"Coming Robert!" She quickly shuffled out of her bed that was placed on the rafters of the old couple's farmhouse- it was the only place to put it, and since Elise and Cyril slept at their posts and Sylvia had no assigned job, she was happy to make do.

She was about to take the stairs down when something caught her eye- a small white glow by a hole in the roof. Sylvia hesitated, knowing that is was probably dangerous to be in the demolished roof at the moment, but curiosity got the best of her and she doubled back to grab the glowing speck.

It was the end of a glowing stick, not much more than a large twig but sturdier than Sylvia would have expected from the Emerald and Spring trees that grew around Squire's Knoll.

A strong gust of wind blew through the roof, making Sylvia hunch her shoulders and shiver.

"That's COLD!" She complained, pulling the stick out of the roof and ignoring the strange rush she felt from freeing it and hightailing it downstairs, where there was still a chilly rain falling in the half of the house where the hole in the straw was, but no wind reached the far corner by the workbench. Robert and Janine were huddled on stools there, the elderly man holding a torch.

"There you are! I was worried you had been blown away!" Robert exclaimed with relief.

Sylvia giggled at the old man's enthusiasm. "Sorry Robert, I got distracted..." she sighed.

"With what? There's hardly anything besides you in that so-called attic. I've tried to tell Robert that he needs to get a real floor up there for you..." Janine sighed with a criticizing look at her husband. Robert and Sylvia shared a look- they both knew that Sylvia would be building her own floor if she really wanted it because of Robert's "bad back."

"It's alright Janine, I don't mind. It's like a little obstacle course. And besides, I've lived here long enough that it doesn't bother me anymore," Sylvia shrugged off. Her gaze turned to the wind-torn hole in the straw roof.

"The Hollow King is angry tonight," she murmured thoughtfully, "I wonder why?"

She knew that Janine and Robert were sharing a glance behind her. It was a common superstition that mentioning the Hollow King might summon him to the island and bring further doom than the Fracture to its inhabitants. While it was known that the Hollow King sent the Hollow Knights to give them a good scare if they were caught out at night, there was never any reason for the conqueror to turn his interest to the island that was supposedly the farthest and more simple island away from him. Sylvia was the only one that did not believe the stories and tended to worry everyone on Sqiure's Knoll when she blurted out what she was thinking. They had tried to ease her out of the habit, but it was not one that Sylvia was willing to easily let go of.

"What did you get distracted by, Sylvia?" Janine asked, trying to get Sylvia out of her thoughts of the Dark King. The girl shook her head slightly, coming back to the island from the void around them. Sylvia pulled out the stick from her rope belt.

"Whatever this is?"

"By goly, is that whatever was bothering us at night all those years ago?" Robert questioned, "Janine! I've looked all over for the hole that was letting in starlight! Turns out it wasn't a star at all! How Crazy is that?" He laughed.

"I think that a glowing stick would be more obvious than a hole in the roof..." Janine mumbled, but let it slide. "I remember that glow appearing in the roof the same night that you came to us, Sylvia."

Sylvia blinked and looked down at the strange object in her hand. Something about it felt familiar, just the slightest.

"Can I see it, Sylvia?" Robert asked. She smiled and handed him the twig. The glow dimmed as soon as it was in the elderly man's hands, and all three of them frowned.

"Strange thing..." Robert murmured before handing it back to Sylvia.

A blast of cold air whipped through the farmhouse, knocking over the furniture and there was a loud SNAP as the workbench collapsed on itself. The three gasped as the door was thrown open with a bang.

In the open doorway stood a Hollow Knight of Frost.

Robert dropped the torch on the floor. Him and his wife clung to one another in fear, backing into the already-crowded corner. Sylvia stood in front of the old couple, her arms spread.

"Get out, fiend!" Janine yelled, "You are not welcome in our house!"

"Release the wand, Portal Knight. You are at the mercy of the Hollow King. Foolish to think that you alone could bring back your dead order."

The Hollow Knight's voice, if you could call it that, was like a low wheeze through the helmet and had multiplicities on certain speech patterns. Everyone knew that Hollow Knights weren't human- or if they are, their souls have long since been to the Hollow King.

"Sylvia! What have we told you! You mention the Hollow King and he comes calling! Now look what you've done!" Robert complained. He let go of his wife, picked up the torch, and stood in front of Sylvia.

"I thought we told you, you are not welcome here! Begone, or I will... burn you with this torch!"

Despite that you could not see the Hollow Knight's face, you could tell it was unimpressed.

"And what good will that do, old man? Even this weak mage could tell you that even if that were a weapon, I am a Hollow Knight of Frost, not Earth."

The Hollow Knight seemed to gesture of Sylvia as he said this. Robert glanced at the girl in questioning, who gave a shrug. She had no idea what the Hollow Knight was talking about.

"Surrender the mage. She is the only one I care about."

"We're not giving you Sylvia! Not on my life!" Janine proclaimed proudly, grabbing a broken chair and preparing it as a bulky weapon.

"Very well then. I said I only wanted the girl, but I do not mind hurting you in the process."

The Hollow Knight held out its hand and a pale blue dome appeared around the three of them. Before Sylvia could ask what was going on, the mist froze and needles of ice cold pain went to Sylvia's core. It was almost similar to what happened if a Orange Slime decided to attack her, but on a much colder and more severe scale.

Robert and Janine gasped and fell back. Robert groaned something about his back. the cool mist faded and Sylvia was left standing, trying to skate the stiffness from her limbs but still standing.

"Surrender, Portal Knight!"

The Hollow Knight prepared another attack and the mist appeared just around Sylvia this time. Her mind started to scramble, not wanting another dose of that freezing pain. Before she really knew what she was doing she was rolling on the smooth wooden floor and the glowing twig was in Slyvia's hand. She swung it at the Hollow Knight, and suddenly there was a white streak in the air from the end of the twig to the King's minion.

The Hollow Knight visibly flinched. Sylvia looked down at the twig in curiosity. As much as she was astounded by the magic stick, something about it also felt surprisingly familiar.  She decided that she would examine her discovery later and right now go ham with sloppily throwing the stick back and forth across her chest and sidestepping the frost areas that the Hollow Knight created.

Before long the Hollow Knight of Frost staggered, its hand pressed against the wall for support, glaring at Sylvia before blue trendies swirled at its feet and it disappeared.

"This will not be the last encounter, Portal Knight..."

A voice whispered throughout the entire house, the voice of something greater than the simple Hollow Knight that nearly killed the elderly couple and the girl.

"Janine! Robert! Sylvia! I saw... well, I don't know what I saw, but there was a lot of flashes! I got Cyrill, what happened?" Elise demanded, bursting through the door with her stone pickaxe in hand. Cyrill peaked through the window and waved.

Sylvia shrugged, not knowing herself what happened and really not caring.

Robert, however, had other ideas.

"The Hollow King thinks Sylvia is a Portal Knight!"

"WHAT?!"