Y/n's POV

I slowly walked around my village. Taking walks like this is nice. Though I'm blind, I can at least hear, touch, and smell things. I really like hearing the wind dancing around me, and the birds chirping in the spring air. I had just finished one of my walks and walked to the bakery. The lady there is very nice. Her name is Alice. I bought some bread and walked back home. I put it on the table and washed my hands before eating it. I grabbed a notebook and started to draw. I had practiced drawing when I was a child. Sadly, I can't even look at one of my drawings. I finished drawing some flowers and put the book back on the shelf. I heard fires crackling. At first, I thought it was just my imagination. As I walked towards my table. I felt heat on my legs. I realized that my house was on fire. I carefully made it towards the door and exited. I heard teenagers giggling not that far from me. Footsteps were heard as people ran past me and put out the fires. I felt a rough gloved hand on my shoulder.

"Miss," They said. "Are you okay?"

"I think so," I replied. "Do you know what happened?"

"I believe that a gang has burnt your house down," They said. I suddenly remembered 2 very important things in my house. A potted azalea that was given to me yesterday by my best friend and-

"My notebook!" I shouted. "It's in there!" I ran towards my house, but then the man stopped me. 

"Please," he said. "It's not safe." Tears were streaming down my face. I had so many drawings in there. My mother gave that to me when I was 18, and then she died. The man held my hand and led me away onto a horse. What seemed like an hour later, I got off the horse and sat down inside the building. I laid down on a bed and slept. The next morning, I snuck out and took another stroll through the forest. I heard noises behind me as I walked. I quickly turned around to see who had been following me. I felt cold bones on my hand. I quickly drew my hand back and ran away. 

"Please!" Shouted a raspy voice. "Wait!" I skidded to a halt. I turned around and got ready to run again. 

"I won't hurt you!" The voice cried. 

"Then who are you?" I asked suspiciously. 

"My name is...," The voice hesitated for a bit. "My name is... Wither! Wither is my name."

"Why is your name Wither?" I asked.

"I don't know," They said. They held my hand. It felt strangely cold. It made my skin crawl. I held on though, trying to ignore the feeling. Wither stopped for a moment. I heard him pull out some sort of book. Wither gave it to me. I felt the familiar pattern in the book.

"Is..." I asked. "that... my notebook?" 

"Yes," Wither said. "I found it in the ruins of your home." I hugged Wither. However, I fell on my face instead. Apparently, he was next to me again all of a sudden. 

"Hey!" I protested. "What was that for?" 

"That was a little funny," Wither chuckled. I remembered that I had to go back to that house that the policeman led me to.

"Sorry," I said. "I need to go home." 

"I understand," Wither said. We walked back home. I heard footsteps in front of us. Wither let go of my hand and ran away. 

"Miss," The policeman said, "Where have you been?"

"Just taking a walk," I said innocently. The man held my hand and led me to the house. 

"There is something we need to discuss," He said. I nodded. 

"Lately," He said. "There have been sightings of a strange floating creature, with glowing eyes, three heads, and an appearance similar to a wither skeleton."

"And?" I said. 

"We believe it is a Wither," He said. "He has the power to turn into a humanoid creature, with glowing eyes, black hair, and his skin feel as cold as bones," I remembered the man named Wither. His skin was quite cold. Could Wither be this strange creature? I shook my head and got rid of my thoughts. The policeman and I walked back to the building. I went to sleep. I had a dream. I had a dream of children running around me, and a strange person next to me. I woke up to the smell of gunpowder and sand.

"GRIEFERS!" Shouted a lady. I tried to make my way out of the building, but a hand pushed me down. 

"Where do you think yer going?" A rough voice asked. A foot slammed down onto my back as I coughed up some blood. 

"Give me everything you own," The rough voice said. I pulled out 1 iron ingot. I wasn't exactly that rich. 

"I said, everything," The voice said. I felt someone flip me over and rummage through my pockets. They pulled out my notebook too. I stood up and tried to grab it back. I got knocked backward by some force. I heard a female voice cry out in pain. It was the person with the rough voice. I grabbed my notebook and ran into the forest and hid behind a tree. A cold hand touched my shoulder. 

"Wither?" I asked. "Is that you?" No answer. Only the noise of the wind rushing against a flying creature. I heard shouts of anger coming towards me. 

"Hey!" Someone shouted. "Runaway from here it's not safe!"

"I am safe!" I shouted. I heard a wooden bow being pulled out of someone's inventory. An arrow was pulled back and fired. I expected it to be pointed at Wither, but an arrow pierced my arm. I clutched my arm in pain. Another skull came flying near my face and hit the person who fired the bow at me. I realized that my arm was bleeding heavily. I heard something change into a human and pick me up. More screams could be heard as Wither carried me away. After what seemed like a year, I was put on the grass. I could tell that I was soaking the grass, red staining it. Pieces of cloth were wrapped around my wound. The bandage was getting wet too. It stopped the blood from pouring like an overflowed cup. Wither stared at me. I knew, because of the feeling of his maybe glowing eyes staring at me. I started to feel sluggish and tired. I closed my eyes a little.

"Please!" Wither begged. "Don't leave me!" This was the end.

                                                     THIS WAS THE END

Life was slowly dripped away. I managed to open my mouth to say one last, very special thing.

                                                               I'll miss you

And just like that, your story was over. The thin string was broken, cut. But maybe... what were to happen if a wither's star was placed on your forehead? Two eyes of ender placed in your hands? Just like that, the string. The string was slowly mended, connected with someone else's string? Congratulations. You've been revived.

I woke up to see the calming sight of the glowing moon and stars. Next to me laid Wither's body. I realized. I had sight. I looked inside a pond. My eyes were the eyes of ender. I looked creepy. A broken nether star laid next to me. No. He didn't. He sacrificed himself. Just to save me, a weak little girl. I tried to choke back my sobs. I hugged Wither's dead body.

Years Later...

It was like I had only met Wither yesterday. His grave was right next to my new cottage. I went to tend to my garden when I saw a familiar face smiling at me. Only this time he had no limbs except for three heads and a rib cage, with joyful expression.

"WITHER!" I shouted. I ran over and held him tight. I ignored the cold feeling of bones on my skin. 

"Hi Y/n," He said. "I'm back."

"How?" I asked. 

"I have my secrets," Wither said. 

"Where are your eyes?" I asked. 

"Gave them to you," He replied. 

"Thanks," I whispered. I gave Wither a kiss. 

(Was it bad?)