TW: Heavy Gore. Fire. Please leave if you do not wish to read.
When False is telling her story it will be in italics.

3rd Person P.O.V.

The Hermitgals were sitting around a campfire, roasting marshmallows, hanging out, and trading spooky stories under the sea of stars bright against the black sky above their heads.

Stress was waving her hands around wildly, narrating a story that had.occurred to her in the nether a while back. Her voice was quiet, but carried out across the birch forest.

The brunette appeared to be having a lot of fun telling her story, and her voice held a dramatic tone as she reached the climax. Suddenly, her hands clapped together. It sent a sharp sound through the woods that was accompanied by quiet giggles.

The girls subsided, and Gem and Stress seemed to be looking expectantly in the direction of False. For a second she looked lost in thought, as if wading through the waters of her memory, fishing up stories from her past.

False P.O.V.

I mulled through my thoughts, searching my memories for a suitable scary story that would both entertain and frighten the brunette and redhead beside me.

Suddenly and idea came to me, and I popped up out of my stupor to see the girls patiently waiting for me to choose a story. "Okay, I've got mine. You'll be excited about this. I call it, The Queen of Hearts.

A flash of recognition passed over Stress' face, and I had guessed she had heard a little about my last before. I knew it was unknown to Gem though, and the specifics would be a surprise for the both of them.

Our story begins years and years ago. A small wood and cobble house on the outskirts of a large trading town. Off in the distance waves could be heard, but they could not be seen from atop the cliff on which the house sat.

Next we set out focus to a girl. She was sitting on the edge of the cliff, staring down at the unforgiving water below. Her hair was a flowing golden blonde that reached down just past her shoulders.

In her hands was a blade. It was expensive compared to the rest of the things the family owned. The glad was silver and sharp, a foot of solid iron. The handle was carved out of wood to fit the girls hand, and it included and handguard and leather grip.

The shortsword was the pride and joy of the girl. It was her most cherished possession, a gift from her late grandfather. It was an unusual thing for a girl to have in this town, but that did not matter to her.

The salt that sprayed up from the cliffs added on to the coat of sweat, creating a messy grime on the girl's skin. Sighing, she stood up and walked back into the small house.

Entering it would show you a combined kitchen and living room in one room on the first floor, with a stairwell on the back wall. If you were to walk up those stairs you would find one bathroom and two bedrooms.

The girl headed to the stairwell at the back, bounding up two steps at a time, before opening a wooden door that led to a white tiled bathroom. Stepping inside the shower, she quickly cleaned herself before exiting and dressing again.

She picked her sword up off the counter, and brought it into her room with her. Once inside the room, she set it upon the stand that was made for it, and lay down on her bed, quickly falling asleep.

"This is taking forever," Stress whined, " get to the good part already. " I laughed. "He patient, Stress, I'm about to get there. You just have to set up the story before getting to the climax, just like you did."

" Ok, go on, " Stress admitted defeat. "Just don't take to long," she added, and I burst out laughing.

We get back to the story in the morning, when the sun has risen just enough that the sky is gray as if covered in a vast blanket of clouds. Actually, it was covered in a vast blanket of gray clouds too.

We must transport our view to the woods outside of the town. In a substantial clearing in the middle of the forest, sits a large mass of bodies. At the head a man, cloaked in black, holding a staff with a flowing red gem.

It cast a soft light on the crowd below, illuminating them and allowing for it to be seen what they truly are. An expansive crowd of mobs becomes shown beneath the pale red light.

Hundreds of zombies, skeletons, spiders, creepers, and a few endermen and witches all under the control of one powerful man. The man cloaked in black stepped off the raised stone.

Every she in the crowd followed his steps. When he entered the forest, they followed. The town had heard of this threat, in messages from other towns that had gotten attacked.

They had dismissed the threat, believing that nothing would dare attack such a powerful establishment as their's. It would end up being a deadly assumption on their part.

Because, heading toward the now weak looking walls, was a herd of miscellaneous mobs marching forever onward. It was a ghastly sight, soon to be found by one of the men on the watchtowers.

When the herd of mobs were spotted by the guard up in the watchtower the sharp don't if of a bell rang out through the night. It was picked up by tower after tower, in a special pattern along the wall that indicates where the threat was.

This sound was what awoke the girl, and she sprung up from her bed with the urgency of a trained soldier preparing for battle. Unlike most, she preferred to battle without armor, finding it too cumbersome.

Grabbing her sword, she opened the door of her room to be met by her parents. "Good luck, and stay safe," they said. They knew it was unlikely I would be coming back uninjured. They knew the upcoming threat. I had taught them to decipher the bells just as I had need taught.

They waved goodbye as she exited the house, accompanying many of the other soldiers, both active and inactive, walking along the streets toward the threat. False was one of the few women, and the only one without armor.

It wasn't long before they got to the gate nearest the threat. Everyone knew to get in formation before exiting the gate in their squadrons. I was toward the inside of my formation.

Our squadron marched out once everyone was there, to be met with a field of death and destruction. Mobs were tearing apart soldiers at an alarming rate.

No one was backing down, however large the threat was. We were trained to defend our town, no matter the cost, and that was showing here as we were being cut down ruthlessly, yet still stood strong.

We marched towards the threat, swords out to cut down enemies. We had need our way through the crowd, cutting down mobs. Even with the bodies of our enemies scattered on the ground at our feet there were always more.

My fellow soldiers fell around me, but I kept my sword out. I hacked and cut enemies. Blood spurted out onto my clothes and skin. Guts fell from the gaping holes my sword cut in their bodies.

In was the only one left in my squadron after a while. And one person could not stop these monsters. Many of them flooded towards the town. I felt useless, and started swinging my sword faster and harder.

Mobs were cut down around me, heads lay on their own without bodies. Guts lay scattered on the ground, and blood provided a scarlet sheen to coat the grass and earth.

Then I saw it. Fire. The town was a smoldering black mess, most of it already turned to ashes. Distant screams could be heard, along with agonized fries of pain. It came over me then with a certainty, my town was going to be destroyed.

Now the only thing I worried about was keeping myself alive. I fell into an animalistic rage, stabbing and slashing my sword through the skin muscle and bones of my enemies. I tore down the army one by one, a single soldier standing after hundreds had died.

I was slowly working my way to the town, where I knew the leader would be. I kept working my way through the mobs, on an adrenaline high that didn't allow me to tire.

It wasn't long before I made my way through the entire army of mobs, and standing before me was the one who had brought them. It was the man in the black cloak, with the staff that had a glowing red gem.

I know who he was now, but then he was unknown to me. Just the person who had destroyed my town.

When he saw I was reaching my sword for him, he began laughing maniacally. "So this is the one who has destroyed my army. A girl with no armor." He began laughing maniacally again. I was never a clean fighter, and took his distraction as an advantage for me.

I lunged forward with my sword, right into his ribcage. Then, in a surge of animalistic insanity, I shoved my hand into his chest cavity and wrapped it around my heart. He had stopped laughing and began staring at me when I shoved my sword into his chest.

I tugged, ripping his heart right off his strings and out of his body. He collapsed to the ground instantly, dead.

And this is how I became known as The Queen of Hearts.

So, that was dark. I've had this idea for awhile, and only just got the words to flow well enough to write it. I was actually inspired after listening to the HermitGang song on Elybeatmaker's channel.

Also, I'm pretty sure this is the first time I've written a one shot before midnight, and it's definitely the first time I've written one during the day.

-Leaf