A strange thing flashes out from behind some lava. It’s nothing like what I’ve known or experienced. A section of the thing is a strange color, seemingly trying its best to contrast with the environment. A little similar to my skin, but much darker. I make note of it. The thing moves again and I catch a glimpse of a bottom half, which is darker than the upper portion of the thing. I continue looking at the thing and its movements from my perch in the ceiling, hidden by the shadows. The thing starts to show intelligence. It pulls out something like the pigmen hold, but curved and two pointed, before swinging it into a wall of netherrack. The tool slices right through. Soon, the thing, no, creature, is out of sight, having gone right into the mountain.
I push off of my perch and float over to where I had first saw the creature, wanting to inspect the area for clues about this new being. A sound emanates from behind a smooth wall of netherrack, the very being of swirling air. I breathe out firerock and it crashes into the wall, blowing it to pieces. An astonishing sight rewards me.
Black material, almost as dim as the darkness, cuts through the light given off by fire…on the walls? I float closer, and see the fire is suspended in the air by a thin sort of rod. The color is almost like part of the creature. How confusing it must be to have so many colors on one’s skin. I grab onto the ledge with my tentacles, the closer ones making an effort while the rest stay dangling underneath me. My body slides under a lavafall as I pull myself closer. Pausing for a second, it warms me a bit before I continue pulling myself to the ledge.
After reaching the ledge, I gently place myself down and yank one of the fire things off the wall. The black material gives off the swirling noise seconds later. I glance at it and notice that it’s glowing. A closer look, and a thin purple liquid filling the inside reveals itself to me. The lighting behind it almost renders the film invisible. I approach closer, very curiously, when tendrils fly out of it and grab me.
I quickly react, overcoming my surprise, and try to break their grasp with my own tentacles, but they hold on tightly while more and more take their holds. The tips of a few of my tentacles plunge in and disappear, making me shriek for help, on the very edge of hysteria. My fellow people shriek back, telling me to hold on. The pull is so strong though, I just can’t, I keep shrieking and shrieking, their responses deaf to my ears at this point, and the tendrils finally drag me in.
Chapter 2: A New World, an Old Ending.
The swirling sound fills my ears as the terrible forces drag me through space, away from my home. And then with a small pop, I am tossed out. My bearings are jumbled up and I take some panic filled moments to reevaluate my surroundings. Complete failure. Everything is new, foreign, unfamiliar, and so very strange. There are strange noises everywhere and a small being flies by me, emitting strange noises, the complete reverse of pigmen. The emitted sound is even higher-pitched than my own shrieks, and concise. My panic subsides little by little.
I float around for an unmeasured period of time, simply exploring this new world. What I should be doing instead is trying to get back, but I disregard it completely, seeing as this world is quite harmless. That’s when I notice the amount of light is lessening. It’s a completely new experience. The Nether never changes. I continue observing the environment. New colors. New organisms. New objects. New things, everywhere. I observe them from a distance and when I approach, they run away with their…limbs? Four relatively stiff limbs. How do they manage? The light disappears completely and I see a stretch of land illuminated in the distance.
I approach to see more beings, and a sense of fear strikes into me, as a very strange aura emanates from them. A bit further and a great building towers up into the open air. It is…so much more than what the pigmen ever make. The main material it is made of is something completely new. I breathe out another firerock to check my guess. The material stays intact, and in fact, seems to have absorbed my attack. It glows just a bit from the heat. I launch another one attack and the transparent material shatters into bits. So the materials are not all immune to my attacks.
Suddenly, I am yanked downward, some sort of white thing attaching itself to me. Quickly looking down, four new organisms come into my view, crowded under me, the six-legged ones being the ones pulling me down. I call over to them and try to tell them I mean no harm but they ignore my shrieking calls for the most part. The grey beings shoot projectiles at me. Even in this state, I can’t help but admire how sleek and quick they travel. The admiration disappears as the things pierce into my flesh. As more of them continue to fly toward me, pieces of my flesh are torn off by the impacts, the sharp points ripping through.
As I wrenched closer and closer to the ground, detail emerges. The one that resembles the organism I first saw in the Nether starts jumping up and trying to reach me. When it finally does, I am already extremely bloodied from the projectiles. The resemblers begin to tear me apart with the ends of their limbs. I start to cry. The black beings continue to reel me down. Finally, I am dragged to the ground. The fourth beings walk up to me. Their faces implement fear into me. Frowns. I’ve only seen that every black rock.
I hear the cries of my people back in the Nether for a split second.
This is interesting, mainly because it is in the POV of a Ghast, which is a spin on things. It took me a while to realize that it was a Ghast that was speaking, or thinking, rather. So far, it doesn't have too much to pull you in, but I'm sure that will be remedied soon. This story also makes Ghast appear a little more... humane. Much more than just mere monsters.
@Repulsion
Well yes, I never really liked the whole intros that tell you who the heck they are.
"A ghast. That is what I am. With my tentacles dangling under me, I sit on my overhang and look over the environment."
Seems a bit random to me. O_O
Um yeah. I'm pretty bad with pulling people in, as seen with my other stories. >_< It's doubtful you will be drawn in, cause most likely, I'll be ending this in the next part. Or at least, that's the plan.
(To be honest, I want to do a story narrated by a zombie, since I haven't seen that. Ever.)
I'm going to say...Thank you!
I've been told that quite a bit that I well...exaggerate, put a lot, put too much emotion into my stories. But I take that as a compliment now. :happy.gif:
If you like my writing/story, you can check out my other ones. The link is in my sig. Not the Chronicles one. The plain link one.
Nice. Poor ghast. I like how it gets confused by multicoloured things because its just white.
Thank you. :smile.gif: I tried my best to get the image of a person who only knew about the Nether. (Which was super bland back when I first wrote this story.)
A strange thing flashes out from behind some lava. It’s nothing like what I’ve known or experienced. A section of the thing is a strange color, seemingly trying its best to contrast with the environment. A little similar to my skin, but much darker. I make note of it. The thing moves again and I catch a glimpse of a bottom half, which is darker than the upper portion of the thing. I continue looking at the thing and its movements from my perch in the ceiling, hidden by the shadows. The thing starts to show intelligence. It pulls out something like the pigmen hold, but curved and two pointed, before swinging it into a wall of netherrack. The tool slices right through. Soon, the thing, no, creature, is out of sight, having gone right into the mountain.
I push off of my perch and float over to where I had first saw the creature, wanting to inspect the area for clues about this new being. A sound emanates from behind a smooth wall of netherrack, the very being of swirling air. I breathe out firerock and it crashes into the wall, blowing it to pieces. An astonishing sight rewards me.
Black material, almost as dim as the darkness, cuts through the light given off by fire…on the walls? I float closer, and see the fire is suspended in the air by a thin sort of rod. The color is almost like part of the creature. How confusing it must be to have so many colors on one’s skin. I grab onto the ledge with my tentacles, the closer ones making an effort while the rest stay dangling underneath me. My body slides under a lavafall as I pull myself closer. Pausing for a second, it warms me a bit before I continue pulling myself to the ledge.
After reaching the ledge, I gently place myself down and yank one of the fire things off the wall. The black material gives off the swirling noise seconds later. I glance at it and notice that it’s glowing. A closer look, and a thin purple liquid filling the inside reveals itself to me. The lighting behind it almost renders the film invisible. I approach closer, very curiously, when tendrils fly out of it and grab me.
I quickly react, overcoming my surprise, and try to break their grasp with my own tentacles, but they hold on tightly while more and more take their holds. The tips of a few of my tentacles plunge in and disappear, making me shriek for help, on the very edge of hysteria. My fellow people shriek back, telling me to hold on. The pull is so strong though, I just can’t, I keep shrieking and shrieking, their responses deaf to my ears at this point, and the tendrils finally drag me in.
The swirling sound fills my ears as the terrible forces drag me through space, away from my home. And then with a small pop, I am tossed out. My bearings are jumbled up and I take some panic filled moments to reevaluate my surroundings. Complete failure. Everything is new, foreign, unfamiliar, and so very strange. There are strange noises everywhere and a small being flies by me, emitting strange noises, the complete reverse of pigmen. The emitted sound is even higher-pitched than my own shrieks, and concise. My panic subsides little by little.
I float around for an unmeasured period of time, simply exploring this new world. What I should be doing instead is trying to get back, but I disregard it completely, seeing as this world is quite harmless. That’s when I notice the amount of light is lessening. It’s a completely new experience. The Nether never changes. I continue observing the environment. New colors. New organisms. New objects. New things, everywhere. I observe them from a distance and when I approach, they run away with their…limbs? Four relatively stiff limbs. How do they manage? The light disappears completely and I see a stretch of land illuminated in the distance.
I approach to see more beings, and a sense of fear strikes into me, as a very strange aura emanates from them. A bit further and a great building towers up into the open air. It is…so much more than what the pigmen ever make. The main material it is made of is something completely new. I breathe out another firerock to check my guess. The material stays intact, and in fact, seems to have absorbed my attack. It glows just a bit from the heat. I launch another one attack and the transparent material shatters into bits. So the materials are not all immune to my attacks.
Suddenly, I am yanked downward, some sort of white thing attaching itself to me. Quickly looking down, four new organisms come into my view, crowded under me, the six-legged ones being the ones pulling me down. I call over to them and try to tell them I mean no harm but they ignore my shrieking calls for the most part. The grey beings shoot projectiles at me. Even in this state, I can’t help but admire how sleek and quick they travel. The admiration disappears as the things pierce into my flesh. As more of them continue to fly toward me, pieces of my flesh are torn off by the impacts, the sharp points ripping through.
As I wrenched closer and closer to the ground, detail emerges. The one that resembles the organism I first saw in the Nether starts jumping up and trying to reach me. When it finally does, I am already extremely bloodied from the projectiles. The resemblers begin to tear me apart with the ends of their limbs. I start to cry. The black beings continue to reel me down. Finally, I am dragged to the ground. The fourth beings walk up to me. Their faces implement fear into me. Frowns. I’ve only seen that every black rock.
I hear the cries of my people back in the Nether for a split second.
Then all goes black.
Credit to JamieMin0r for half of the plot.
Well yes, I never really liked the whole intros that tell you who the heck they are.
"A ghast. That is what I am. With my tentacles dangling under me, I sit on my overhang and look over the environment."
Seems a bit random to me. O_O
Um yeah. I'm pretty bad with pulling people in, as seen with my other stories. >_< It's doubtful you will be drawn in, cause most likely, I'll be ending this in the next part. Or at least, that's the plan.
(To be honest, I want to do a story narrated by a zombie, since I haven't seen that. Ever.)
Nobody narrates from the neutral animals. XD
This is a bit of a late response, I'm afraid.
I have to say...You saw the update without me putting ANY notice. Sir, you are awesome.
And yes, the story's ending was sad. But then again, I had it in my head the WHOLE time. O_O
I'm going to say...Thank you!
I've been told that quite a bit that I well...exaggerate, put a lot, put too much emotion into my stories. But I take that as a compliment now. :happy.gif:
If you like my writing/story, you can check out my other ones. The link is in my sig. Not the Chronicles one. The plain link one.
Thank you. :smile.gif: I tried my best to get the image of a person who only knew about the Nether. (Which was super bland back when I first wrote this story.)