(Wingin' it. Here we go! No idea time (Poofless for cobblestone- aka life))

-Preston's POV-
With an official purpose, and a new perspective of what's around me, I felt more comfortable around the guys, and especially Rob. Most of my time consisted of keeping Rob in a constant motion, so he doesn't fall asleep during working, and so he sleeps at night. Also keeping him fed. He forgets a lot. And because of that, he's learned that he can't be picky.
The last time he got picky, he received a hard glare and a lecture from his annoyed fiancé. By the time I'd finished my lecture, he'd learned to keep his trap shut when it came to food. He ate what I gave him, which was good. Rob got grumbly once with food, saying he wasn't hungry, but the second he saw that I was holding a cookie, he dropped the act of not being hungry. I knew how to get through to him.
Rob finally finished the majority of his work, and actually stopped working for a few hours just to spend time with me and the guys.
Rob has figured out how to balance between, and Vikk seems to have gotten the hang of the same system. They both have less to do in a day, because now they seem to sleep through the day and work at night without the sun glaring through a window. It's also cooler at night, and the sun isn't a magnifying glass in the window making the room stifling hot. The moon provides enough light to work efficiently, and no artificial lighting is necessary.
Lachlan and I have accommodated to their sleep schedule, and I'll normally wake up a few minutes either before or after Rob. Lachlan's fallen habit to being Vikk's occasional alarm clock, which I don't think Vikk enjoys. I let Rob sleep when he needs it, but too long and I wake him. Too little sleep, and I send him back to bed for a while. Sleep is a valuable thing to these two. Especially at their ages. Still young and already controlling a literal army, moderating towns and cities, and still keeping up with their personal lives.
Sky was teaching Vikk penmanship in Vikk's minimal spare time, and in a few weeks he got a hang of cursive. Rob learned longhand a few years back, so didn't need the lesson. Rob's longhand was illegible a lot of the time, and he erased a lot. But on occasion he had to use pen, and hated it for eternity. He's left-handed, so ink clung to his hand and made it impossible to keep a clean page.
Vikk was thankfully right-handed, and didn't have to live Rob's lefty struggle (I feel ya bud). He came into the room the one day, and Rob slammed his pen down in frustration at the exact same time. "Yes?" Vikk slunk back. "Take a break. It's Jerome's birthday. Come celebrate."
He sighed. "At least you're giving me an excuse. This freaking pen hates me." "You'll get the hang of it. It'll take a while probably, but you'll get it." Vikk went back downstairs, leaving me up in the room with Rob. "C'mon. The guys are waiting."
"Yeah. Okay. Let's go." He got up, stretched, and walked downstairs with me. We found the guys in the main hall with a cool picnic setup on the floor. They had square wood planks on the floor in a circle, with blankets folded up as cushions right next to each plank. The planks all had food on them, and the blankets had name cards.
"What the-" "I really like picnics. And I really like picnic food. So.... Picnic." Jerome explained. "This is amazing, Jerome. I'd have never thought of this for a birthday. Which is why it's so much better!" "Thanks!" Everyone sat down and the night proceeded as such. The maids were helping us clean up when a soldier stumbled in, an arrow in his chest. "My king!" Everyone froze. "We tried to hold them off... We- we tried. We failed..." He was breathing heavily, "They're coming for you. We tried-" he breathed, then collapsed and went still.
Rob had a tear in his eye, and he stood in complete and utter shock, staring at the dead soldier at his feet. I was whipped into action first. "Rob, we gotta go. We gotta go NOW." This got the others out of their shock, but not Rob. Sky grabbed him, and carried him because he was in so much shock he refused to move. Sky pushed me to the teleport pad, and I was at the house all of a sudden.
Rob appeared next to me, with the rest of the guys right behind him. The tear that had been in his eye had fallen, and made a tear track down the side of his face. Rob's expression was blank, but I knew he was upset. He'd just watched someone die right in front of him.
I led him inside, hugging him the whole way. I let him sleep, seeing as it was early morning by now. He dropped the second his head hit the pillow. I sat in the living room with the other guys, who all looked equally upset, and Sky looked confused. He voiced the question everyone was thinking.
"Who was the soldier talking about? Who was coming?" "Another army?" Vikk suggested. "The only other army is yours, Vikk. And you most certainly wouldn't attack Rob." "Maybe someone we didn't know about. A distant force growing without us being aware." Mitch chipped in. "But why Rob? Why now? And are we just gonna let them go? They might have traumatized Rob for good. He won't even speak to me."
"That's a problem. One, we need to help Rob in his state, and two, we need to find who did this. They have hell to pay." "Damn straight," Jerome growled. His claws dug into the carpet, ripping it. Choco hid behind Mitch. Sky took his glasses off, and rubbed at his eyes.
"I'll go scout." "Alone? What if you're caught?" "I can handle myself." "And if you are caught?" "I have a handy thing called teleportation. Not many know about it." "Fine." Mutual agreement all around, and Sky left.

-Sky's POV-
The castle was in shambles. Banners and flags burned, I could see servants and maids littering the grounds- dead. The few I could see hat were alive still were smartly being still on the ground to avoid death. No one was watching the grounds, so I teleported in to grab a few people who were alive, then quick teleported them to the house. I called out Seto and Brice while I went back to grab more.
Sadly, not many survived. Only 10 out of 45. Trust me, I counted. Seto and Brice scrambled around to keep those ten alive, so I went back to see who the hell traumatized Rob. I found an army. Of 15 men.
I'm serious. 15 men took down 300 in an hour. In their wake toward the castle, only soldiers were casualties. None were dressed like these strange men.
They were in leather armor, with enchanted diamond swords. I could see the purple glow of an enchantment from miles away. I stole away with one, which was carelessly staked in the ground. I studied it, and found the impossible enchantment. Sharpness C. Sharp L is uncommon, but sharp C is impossible. You can't sharpen a sword twice its max. It'll break the sword. It also had necrotic bones ground into the blade- Life Steal IV. It had Unbreakable as well.
The blade looked diamond, but as I looked closer, I realized the purple wasn't enchantment exactly. It was the blade itself. The blade was manyullyn, the hilt and handle were obsidian.
So somewhere, these soldiers had a skilled Tinker. A very skilled Tinker. If they managed to make the same sword 15 times, it's the most overpowered army no matter its size. That's 60 Necrotic Bones, who knows how many modifiers, an insatiable amount of Nether Quartz, it'd take years to collect everything.
Maybe they took years. Who knows how long they planned to do this. I ground my teeth. These idiots traumatized my friend, and they didn't seem to care. I teleported into their pathetic feast for 15 overpowered people.
Clearly no one saw me as out-of-the-ordinary, because someone gave me a beer bottle. It pissed me off to see them so happy. I blended in anyway, but didn't drink the beer I was given. Which tipped them off. Someone knocked into me and slurred a question.
"What, you don't want the beer? Dafuq is wrong witchu, boy?" "Don't drink." "Who the hell doesn't drink? Who raised you, kid?" "My dad. He doesn't drink either." "There's somethin' wrong witchu kid. And your daddy."
"You're right. There is something wrong with my dad. But it's not that he doesn't drink. It's that he's insane." I laughed. The guy stared, and it attracted he attention of the others. Someone noticed I was finally oddball out. "Who are you?"
"Me? Someone you don't wanna mess with. Especially drunken like yourselves." "I sure as hell don't like you, boy." "Sure you don't. Dislike me all you want." "Why do I recognize you?" "I don't know. Maybe because I was here when you invaded?"
"Were ya now?" "Yes. I'm also incredibly pissed off right now because of you assholes. " "Why? What'd we do?" "One of you, an archer maybe, you maybe," I pointed at the only one with a bow, "killed a soldier who then died in front of the King. Oh, I don't know, did you maybe think that the King is only 14?"
"No. He's an old man by now." "You haven't kept up with news at all. That King died years ago. The queen died as well. Both assassinated. Idiots." I teleported out to their confusion, stealing all 15 swords, which lay on a pile by the main doors. Having destroyed the teleport pad, I manually teleported instead of using the access port that no longer existed. 15 overpowered swords in tow, I got home to a quiet house. Only Seto and Brice were up, still working on healing the last few people.
Brice told me the rest of the guys had gone to bed while still healing a woman with a stab wound in her side. Healing finally done, their attention locked on the Tinker swords. "Woah! Who had these?" "The guys who invaded the castle. There're only 15 of them, by the way."
"15? What the hell? Wait. Nevermind. I understand." "This is impossible! You can't have that many modifiers, or sharpen a sword this much. Both will break the sword." "How about the ungodly amount a Nether Quartz on each one? That's absurd as well." Only Brice seemed to understand one half of the sword, while Seto was clearly educated on every aspect.
"Sky, there's Life Steal IV on every one of these swords. Every one. Do you know how badly these hurt? And how long this takes?" "Yes. Yes I do, Seto. 60 Nexrotic Bones, and hundred of thousands of hours getting them. Then another good thousand hours putting four into each sword. I know basic Tinker's, Seto." "I don't. What the hell is a Necrotic Bone? What does it do? Where does it come from?" "Nexrotic Bones are rare drops from wither skeletons, it gives a Tinker sword Life Steal, and it comes from wither skeletons in the Nether. Got it?" "Sure."

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-A/N-

I am SOOOOOOO sorry it took so long. I'm losing motovation and ideas to write this. I apologize ego anyone who reads this.

Oh and yes I added Tinker's Construct. I LOVE LOVE LOVE the mod. It's amazing.

Love you guys!
                         ~Percabeth1Jackson