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I have put this story on hold. I am not sure when I will continue it, though, since I need to make a lot of time for school and helping my parents with their work. When it will come back, I am not sure... I'll still be on the forums posting short stories and poetry and stuff.
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Void (Chapters 1-16, MORE CHAPTERS BELOW)
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Chapter 1. Just A Dream
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Celeste's P.O.V
I can hear it. What is it? I can hear it. I can.
The moonlit sky drapes over the trees and the sun and rests itself on the air. The breeze, I can't feel it. I can't feel anything. I'm running, what from? My vision is blurred. I hear it. Whimpering? Shouting? Whispering? What is it? I don't understand. The forest consumes me as I run. I can still hear it though. I can...
"Huh?" It's early morning, the sun isn't up yet. "It was just a dream, Cel. Just, a dream." I tell myself. I fit my feet into my slippers and get up from my bed drearily. I can feel the breeze this time. I'm not dreaming. I raise my hands through my autumn hair and yawn heavily. How I hate waking at this time. I blink my eyes and look outside my window. The forest. A lamp gives light to the entrance, but cows and sheep are the only animals under its glow. What was I running from? Why?
"Celeste!" I hear him call from the open door leading to the hallway. "Coming, Reg!" I shout back, getting the thoughts out of my head. I put on a brown robe and head down the hallway. The lights blink again and again, and turn off. Leaving me in total darkness as I walk aimlessly down the long hallway into the living room. A small shine of a flashlight slicing through the dark from Reg's hand is the only comfort I have this morning. "Power's out." He says. "Need you to go out back, gotta attend to the others." "Got it, Reg." I smile and cover my mouth as I yawn again. He turns his back towards me to walk back into the living room. "It's Regoreidin. Not Reg." He looks back one final time. "Good morning."
I look around at the old cabin, I've been living here for years now. It doesn't seem like it though. That dream must have messed me up. The sun will be coming up any minute, so until then, I won't be able to see anything. The back door has been left open and a warm flame emits from the fireplace. A weak flame, but still bright enough to see the dust on the floor and the webs on the walls.
I take a piece of bread from a box in the middle of the coffee table that Regoreidin had left for me. Half of the bread was gone, but I never really had much to eat for breakfast anyways. I walk through the door leaving crumbs on the floor as I leave. Creak! The door closes and leaves me out in the thick mist, sticking to the tops of the roof and the trees a few feet away. I glance at the forest. I never really liked going in there. It was always as if someone was watching me.
The Electric Room is in a smaller shed-looking room. Almost nobody goes there, and nobody cares. They just call on someone by random to go in there. Someone they wouldn't care about even if whoever they sent got zapped and died. I guess I was that person, only Regoreidin cared. At least, I think so. I hope so. I enter the room and cough at the smell of dust. The floors are covered in it and small webs hang in every corner, small spiders hide in the corner. Stuck. In their own web.
"Ah," I say in satisfaction. The switch was turned off and the redstone was broken. Easy to repair, just needed to place the flashlight on the table. I do. Whispering. Whispering. Whispering. "Who's there?" I turn around immediately. I swear I heard something. Someone. I continue to fix the redstone. Celeste. Here, Celeste. Now it's really creeping me out. "He-hello? I can hear you. Come out." I pick up the flashlight and shine it at the door. No one is there.
"Phew," I say. "I really thought someone was trying to sca-" I stop. I turn around and see a wooden plank of the shed is gone. "What?" A tall, black man appears right in front of me. "Eep!" I scream and fall on my back behind me. I look up into his dark purple eyes. Celeste. Celeste.
Everything went dark.
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Chapter 2. A Space Of Black And White
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Celeste's P.O.V
I groan. Where am I? What happened?
I blink my eyes open. I see nothing. Are my eyes still closed? I blink again. The room is white. Black. "What is this trickery?" I shout aloud to whoever might hear me. I remember. The Electric Room. The tall man. "Where is he?" I try to move, but with each movement, my muscle grows tighter and tighter. I suddenly feel a chill slip through my skin and hit my bones and I fall to the ground. Unable to move.
Lying sideways, I see the feet of some creature. It's him. Or, it. He walks up to me and reaches into my pocket. Finally, he says. He isn't opening his mouth. How? "I demand an answer! Get me up!" I struggle to move and twist and roll on the floor. He stops me, as if by force. From my pockets, he takes my necklace.
"Hey! Give that back!" I shout. That was my mother's. Before our house burned. Before the night consumed her. Once. And. For. All. I've been looking for this for, many a year as the moon rises and the sun ends its glory in the sky. Celeste. I shout again. "Stop!" We do this the easy way, or the hard. All is up to you, Celeste. I can feel him grin. "Stop! Give it back, it's mine!" I can't afford to lose that. "Regoreidin!" Someone, please help me. A tear trickles down my cheek and lands on the floor.
A ripple. The floor ripples and I try to stand, but my bones shake my insides and my muscles disagree with me. I scream in agony and pain. "Make it stop!" You have chosen your way, I have chosen mine, Celeste. I thank you for your, cooperation. He chokes at the word, cooperation and turns his back. A door in the blank, black and white opens up. The door sways and moves and is there and is not. A glitch?
The man puts one foot into the door with my necklace in his hand. Good-bye, Celeste. I will see you soon, in Nexus. He laughs, a deep and menacing laugh and the door disappears. "Wait!" I pull myself to reach for him, but it's too late. The door glitches a final times and disappears.
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Chapter 3. Questions And Rhymes
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Celeste's P.O.V
"Oh, Notch. Oh, Notch." I lie on the floor still, my muscles loosen a bit and I can move a bit more freely. I can't stand, but I hear a voice. I scream and the voice gets louder and I hear footsteps draw closer to me from behind. I pretend to ignore it. "I was close when I heard you cry, I would just like to know why." I rolled on the floor to face the voice. A little man, shorter than a block. He wore leaves and leather for clothes and had pointed ears and eyes as black as ebony. His skin was the color of earth and his hair the color of the spring leaves.
"Who are you?" I say, wiping my tears from my eyes and attempting to stand. The little man cocks his head to the right and replies, "My name be Doronor, what be yours?" I am now able to stand up, in the blank room. I crouch down to level my eyes with his. "You're very tiny." I note. "Excuse me?" he says in annoyance. "Um, sorry." I apologize. "I'm Celeste. Do you know where I am and why I'm here? Do you know that tall black man? Why did he take my necklace? Why-" "Oh!" he exclaimed. "Too many questions, too little time." he hushed.
He walked away and produced a little leather book and took some spectacles from his pocket and placed it upon his face. "I may only answer to you a few, so I apologize to you." He opens the book and blows away some dust in my face. I cough. "Must you always rhyme when you speak?" I ask. He looks at me again and scrunches up his face. "Yes I must speak in rhymes, I must speak it all the times." He flips through the pages and I roll my eyes. I become to grow impatient.
"So?" I ask, I can feel my face growing red. "Ah! I will try not speak in rhyme." He clears his throat and takes a deep breath. "You are in a Void. Well, not really. You do know what the Void is?" He looks at me and raises an eyebrow. I nod. "Yes, yes. This is a Prison Void. Creatures like that Enderman you just met can teleport in here with a host and keep them here. This prison is very big, you might even get lost. You can't find the door. I'm trapped too." He looked down at his feet. An Enderman? "What is an Enderman?"
"What!" He exclaimed. "Thou not know of thy Endermen?" I blink twice and he shakes his head. "He points at a paragraph in a book and gestures for me to see it. I read aloud:
An Enderman (plural: Endermen) is a three-block-high, humanoid creature. A mob that will turn hostile whenever provoked by a humanoid. Otherwise known as by a player. Endermen are known for their unique abilities to teleport and sneak up on you or steal items in your inventory.
"Well," Doronor continues, "This particular Enderman, is a servant of the Dark King and the Ender Dragon. Have you heard the stories?" I rattle my mind for something like this. "Wait, those were just stories my mother read to me to put me to sleep! This is a joke." I scowl. Doronor shakes his head. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. You humans. Do you realize what you are in? I don't know why you are here and why he took your necklace... I apologize."
Doronor's figure starts to fade. "Doronor?" I alert him, he looks at his hand. "I'm being let free?" he smiles and jumps. "Be seeing you, I hope. Good Luck, Celeste the human." he nods. Half of his body is gone and I can only see his torso and head. "Celeste. Celeste? Wait! Can it be?" His eyes grow wide and he becomes frantic. I see only his head. "Are you? You are! Just as described! You are-" He disappears. "Wait!" I reach my hand out to his figure and bump my chin on the ground. "What?"
"What are you trying to say?" I shout. I need to get out. I start to run around. Celeste, Celeste. I stop in my tracks. I know that voice. I run more. "Mom! Mom!" I'm scared, there is no hiding it. "Regoreidin! Dad!" I start to weep quietly as I run. "Anyone!" I kneel on the floor, the voice is gone. A shadow grows from behind me, "Be careful of what comes out of your mouth, missy." Someone grabs me from behind and drags me through the glitchy door.
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Chapter 4. The Ender Lands
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Celeste's P.O.V
I hear a strange sound. Of screaming? Of moaning? It sounds familiar. I hear it. I can. My dream. I am pulled through the door, unable to break free. Falling downwards. I'm falling? Through the black and white space. My ears cannot hear and my eyes are forced shut, but everything else stays in place. As if, maybe, I'm not falling at all. I can't breathe.
Splash! It isn't water I fall into. I can breathe again. I inhale deeply, or, I try to. I'm, where? The place is blurry through my vision. The sky is... There is no sky. Just darkness. From where I fell? I shake my head, to reassure myself. "Uh..." I groan. The Enderman is still holding on to me. His bony, skinny, black hand. I glance to the ground below me. The ground is unlike anything. Rocks? Meteors? I'm not sure. Some kind of stone, perhaps. I look closer. It resembles, different blocks. But, whiter. Hole filled. I look around. There is nothing for blocks, but Endermen and tall, obsidian towers with some kind of light source on its top. Then I hear it again. A shriek?
I try to squirm away from his grasp, but the Enderman holds tighter. There is no use. From block to block, the Enderman pulling me teleports. The other Endermen hold the ground blocks and place them. I see more blocks appear to. From the sky and they glitch all the way down to where I stand. Expanding land? This place, I don't see it spreading out like in Minecraftia. It's just an island. That may not even exist, but I'm here. Is that possible?
Another shriek. I look up, a black shadow goes around the obsidian towers draining the light from the sources. I see it. A tail, wings, scales. Fierce, skin ripping, purple eyes. The color of dark magic and the trails of dust Endermen leave when they teleport. The Dragon of the Dark King. I try to scream. Be shushed, Celeste. The Enderman speaks. You may not break free of my grasp. You have now entered our Kingdom. You have no power here nor did you in your dimension. Welcome to The Ender Lands.
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Regoreidin's P.O.V
What is taking Celeste so long to get the electricity running? Typical of her, she probably ran off. It's already been an thirty minutes. The other cabin mates are becoming worrisome and upset. "When'll she turn on 'em dang lights, eh, Reg?" Complains 'Old Man' Joe. Quite a a pain he is, but he grows older and older. He will soon be gone. Better make the best of it, without punching him in the face and knocking him out clean. "I'll check up on her. Okay?" I assure him and turn to go out the back door. "Ya better." 'Old Man' Joe mutters and leaves, scowling.
I see she's left bread crumbs on the floor. She expects me to clean it up? Ah, I'll do it later.I curse quietly. "Celeste! Celeste!" I exclaim. Where did she dilly-dally to now? "Celeste!" I walk nearer the Electric Shed. What I call it. The lights going out every week at this time now. I walk closer to it, scowling. The door is open, but I don't see her. Where is she? "You better not scare me, Celeste. I've got a heart of stone!" I look at the redstone. "She couldn't even replace the redstone mechanism? It's only missing one piece." I mutter in annoyance. I hear a whir and the lights are back on and the redstone up and running.
"There." I say, grinning. I stop. Where is she? She isn't around the Electric Shed? I go around. Not at the forest. She afraid of the forest like she is of death. She won't admit it though. Maybe she's got a heart of hole filled stone. From the back of the Shed, I see a block is missing. "What?" I examine it. I see a scratch on it. "Is it?" Before I can answer. A hole forms under me and I fall. "Enderma-!" I shout.
Everything went dark.
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Chapter 5. Precious Items Lost For Good...
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Celeste's P.O.V
Just hold on, Celeste. Hold on, I tell myself. I don't know where I'm going, why I'm here, what is happening... If I don't die from all of this, I'll die from suspense, but I'm not going to give up without knowing I tried. Or, at least I plan.
The Enderman speaks, Your kind have been a minor threat to many of us unless in your dimension. Or not a threat at all, just spoiled brats. Where a few of you, whom call themselves brave, so call defeat us. He pauses. Such fools you are. We only have the last minutes of the respawn. To live our immortal lives in the Ender Lands. Do not try anything stupid, young one. You will regret your, very existence. A soft cackle escapes from his lips, if he has any, and echos around in my head.
He pulls me and finally, we reach a darkened room. He frees me of his grasp and I close my eyes and scream. "You! Give me my necklace! It's mine!" I scream. Shut up, The Enderman replies. Unless you want to become food for the others, best you keep you mouth shut. As if on cue, I cease my voice. I cannot talk and my muscles tighten. Not again, I think miserably. He moves me, or pushes me on a small block. Be seeing you. He cackles and his mouth grows wider and wider. I push myself a few blocks away. Mistake. He looks at me in a mili-second and his eyes grow more fierce. Be gone. The Chamber Rooms will deal with you.
I open my eyes. I am in a smaller room. A small fire grows in the hearth. A bag of bread in the middle. A door in the right-side corner is left open. The room is filled with dust and cobweb. It feels familiar. The Living Room. Before I left. Regoreidin enters the picture.
"Reg!" I exclaim and run to hug him, but my figure goes straight through him and turns ice blue. "Reg?" Regoreidin cackles. A few of the folk come and join him. "Boy, am I happy she's left! Such a pain!" he exclaimed and drank a large bottle of wine. "Such a scaredy cat!" Said Ms. Field. "Such a brat!" Chorused Mr. Oak. My heart drops. "What?"
The scene ripples. Now, I am in a small cottage. I recognize it immediately. My old house! I smile and wipe a tear from my eye. My mother enters. "Mom!" I exclaim. I run to her, unable to touch her as I tried with Regoreidin. "Mom." I sit down and watch. "Cely! Time for dinner!" She calls. I miss her. Her smile, her voice, her. Everything. "Coming, ma!" a little child with autumn hair and amber eyes, wearing a small blue dress. "It's me." I mutter and smile, weeping softly. "Daddy?" My younger me calls. My father enters, tired and slightly filthy. My younger me hugs him anyway. My mother closes in on us both embracing my father and me in between them.
The scene ripples again. The night is young. The stars a bright. I see, smoke. The scene zooms in closer and a small cottage is burning. I see a little girl. Running for her life. I hear my mother. "Escape! Celeste! Whatever happens..." My little self is still running. "...I will always love you." I hear my father. "We love you, leave. Flee!" He is stuck in the burning ruins of our house. "No! I won't leave you!" My little self cries. "Stop it! Leave! Escape! Be with me!" I shout at the scene. I cry and kneel. "Be my family! Stay with me! Come!" I cry and shout. My heart skips and falls and breaks. My blood rushes and stops in unhealthy, uneven waves. "Be with me!" I shout.
"Be with me!"
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Regoreidin's P.O.V
I am falling. Falling. Falling. Where am I going?
I close my eyes and hope for the best. Open. I look around. I'm in a Void Prison. "Oh noes, oh noes." I mutter. "I'm here? Again?" I shout. I assure myself to calm down. I escaped once, I can escape again. I look around. No one is here. "Hello?" I walk around. I must get out. Before... I shake a memory almost lost away.
"Hello?" I hear a little voice reply. A little man, a Brownie. I level my eyes with him and speak. "Which Void Prison am I in?" I ask frantically. "No manners, no manners, you folk do not own. No manners, no manners, be it unknown?" "Good, whatever. I need your help!" I say and shake my head. "You're just like that lady, I met whiles ago. Manners from ones that you find down below!" The Brownie shakes his head. "Lady?" I say. "Celeste!" The Brownie looks at me. "You know thy Lady Celeste? Be you her guest?" "Quit the rhymes. Where is she? How do you know her?"
"Harumph!" The Brownie says. "I don't know where she is, Endermen folk lied to me about setting me free! They just transferred me. I talked to her in another Void Prison." I look at him. "Thank Notch. I hope she is safe." I sit cross-legged on the floor and mutter a small blessing to Celeste to keep her safe and away from death. She must not die.
Once done, I see the Brownie is gone. He must have been transferred. I whisper a thanks to the Brownie and I say a small spell. "Magic I have long forgot, give me my magic on the dot." Suddenly, I feel refreshed and I call forth my Dark Cloak and Ancient Items. My power is only strong enough to summon. After my, mistake, will I be able to break free and find her?
Dear Notch, give me hope.
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Chapter 6. ...But Hope Is Alive
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Celeste's P.O.V
The fire on the cottage goes out. The scene disappears. It leaves me here. I remember the Enderman's words. The Chamber Rooms will deal with you. It was real. Yet, it was not. My eyes are leaking and my heart is pounding. If I escape or do something, amazingly stupid, I'll do it for them. I have to do. I'm going to get my necklace back.
A door in the room appeared and opened. Then another identical one appeared beside it. Then another and another and another. Until the whole room was filled with open doorways. Choose your End, Celeste. I hear a voice say. "I'm supposed to choose my death?" I ask. If you're lucky, we'll make it quick. I suddenly feel refreshed and braver and more confident, I will. I can do this. I can survive. I think.
I go through a door right ahead of me. Once through, the door shuts itself and disappears. A forest is rights ahead of me. The moon is up, not a cloud in the sky, no birds. Nothing moves. Then I hear it. The sound of the Dragon. I look behind me, there it is. It's fierce purple eyes staring into my soul, or right through me. I take a quick inhale and begin to run.
The wind now is at my side. I must keep going. I can hear it scream. I run. The forest animals run away into the green as I slice through. Trying not to trip, trying not to look down. Trying not to remember there is a Dragon right behind me who wants to kill me and rip my flesh. Bit by bit. I see a clearing, I run to it. To my left, I see a field and a small cabin house. It's my cabin house. Ours anyways, with Regoreidin. Then I look to my right as I run, smoke fogs up my vision and makes me cough. A fire burns away a small cottage and a little girl runs for her life, the opposite way I'm running.
Before I can cry out, I see it. An Enderman is standing right beside the house, holding a white flame. Grinning. No, it can't be. They killed them. They killed my parents. I scream and stop to face the Dragon. It is now just a few blocks away. "Come and get me!" I cry. The Dragon charges and a piercing white light surrounds me. It turns into starlight colors and wraps itself around me. From head over to toe under. The Dragon tries to penetrate it's shield, but cannot. It explodes into a frenzy of purple dust.
The starlight unwraps me and is gone. "What just happened?" I look at the Dragon, a replica. It was a memory. A dream. I smile. You aren't getting out, Celeste. I swear on the Dark Lord. The Enderman voice replies. My smile evaporates. "Not if I disagree." I mutter.
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Regoreidin's P.O.V
I put on my cloak of Dark and I feel the night wrap around me. Hopefully, I can use it to escape. I take hold of my staff. Created by the first mages serving Notch in all of Minecraftia. A shadow gem was placed on the top of the staff surrounded by light gems. A Balance Staff. With my other hand, I hold the Ancient Scroll. The Meaning of Balance and its Legend was contained in it. The only scroll to have this written in it, in Minecraftia or any other universe or dimension.
"Ubi est Celeste / Where is Celeste?" I ask in Latin. A voice appears in my head, "Ostium saltus." I repeat it in English, "Door of the forest..." I hope she lives. It's a Chamber Room Death. "Libertas animi, dimitte libero / Spirits of freedom, let me go free." I suddenly feel something pushing me upwards and my head is now above the clouds.
A giant white dove sits atop. "Quorsum tandem libertatis, magi / What is your purpose of freedom, mage?" The white dove asks. Er, my latin is a bit rusty... "Um," I start, "Ego Regoreidin Domus of 12th, esset similis volunt honorari in servitus catulo, Celeste / I, Regoreidin of the 12th House, would like to be honoured for the serving of the Young One, Celeste." I look up for the dove's approval. " Bene. Donatus sum vobis unius casum. Unum de Regoreidin 12 Domus. Recedemus. / Very well. I have gifted you of one chance. One, Regoreidin of the 12th House. Be gone."
I open my eyes and I am not visible to the eyes of Enderman, as I now am a shade of purple. I walk silently through The Ender Lands in search of Celeste.
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Chapter 7. We Meet Again
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Celeste's P.O.V
They're going to try again. My mind flows back to what just happened. How did I do that? A white light that turned to starlight colors had fiercely protected me from the Decoy Dragon. I must hide, I think, but before I can run, the forest is gone. A voice says again, "Well, well. You are the Young One." It isn't an Enderman, it sounds, slightly human. Slightly. "You shall not become an Elder, Young One." The voice threatens.
"What?" I say. "Young One? Elder? What are you talking about?" The voice cackles. "You have not a thought, Young One. We will find your true name, Celeste..." From where the voice comes from, the sound becomes static and is gone. My true name? What for the sake of Minecraftia does that mean? My name is Celeste.
Suddenly, I hear a shout. It sounds strangely familiar. Then it stops and someone appears right in front of me. "Eep!" I shriek quick, as I fall backwards on the floor. I look up and am more glad than I have ever been in my whole life. "Regoreidin!" I shout and get up to hug his neck. Boy, is he tall. "Good to know you are safe, Young One." he says and smiles.
He looks different, he wears a dark cloak and holds a staff. I see he looks older now, a bit more wrinkles on his face and his hair is longer, a white strand of hair goes over his face. I thought he was twenty-three. "Regoreidin?" "Yes, it's me. I have many a word to explain, just... Time is running." He frowns. "English, please." I ask. He scowls, yup, that's him. "I have a lot to explain and time is running out. Plus," He holds up his pointer finger, "I have found Young One in Ender Plains, teleport her to Lion's Mane."
"Be seeing you." Regoreidin waves his hand, "What?" I look around. I am in a 3 x 3 room of Gold. I start to bang on the walls. "Reg! Reg! Get me out!" I plead.
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Regoreidin's P.O.V
Ten minutes before Present Time
I know where Celeste is, I just don't know where that place where she is is. How confusing. I have about, maybe ten minutes, to make sure she is okay. As I run the Ender Lands, I whisper to the spirits. I hope they gift me, for all the things that happened in my past... I think, "Spiritus Celer benedicat mihi anima tua. Spiritus tutela, benedicat mihi anima tua. Spiritus interius vires, benedictionem dabit parvulus / Spirit of the Swift, give me your blessing. Spirit of the Protective, give me your blessing. Spirit of Inner Strength, give the Young One your blessing."
My body becomes quicker and I feel refreshed. "Dabo benedictionem meam Spirts tua / I give thy Spirits my thanks." I whisper. My mind gazes down at an obsidian pillar. There. That's where they are keeping her. I run as the purple dust in a second to where her aura was bright. A minute has passed.
No one is guarding the pillar. This is too easy, I think. It's about to get a lot worse. I use my Balance staff and try to detect the entrance. I try around the whole obsidian pillar. It isn't there. Ah, great. The entrance is back top. Maybe, I can slip through the Dragon's clutches. I have one chance don't I?
I levitate myself a block higher and attach myself to the obsidian pillar. I reach out my right hand to grasp the obsidian, then my left, then my right foot, then my left. After three minutes, I get to the top without the Dragon noticing me.
Six more minutes on the clock. I reach the Ender Crystal. Better not touch, it'll burn me. I use my Balance staff, the entrance is... Right under the Ender Crystal. Great. How do I explode an Ender Crystal. Well... I light the crystal with some black blast powder and move away. "1, 2 and..." the crystal blinks. "Now!" I shield myself as the crystal explodes. Five more minutes. I've attracted attention. Quick!
With a flash of my cloak, I slip under and into the pillar falling onto a flight of stairs. I go down, by shadow. Down, down, down, down, down. As I reach the bottom, I have taken six minutes.
The entrance to the Chamber Room tests. Almost there.
An Enderman appears in front of me. Oh no, you don't. "Damn it," I curse quietly, "So close." I turn to face the Enderman. I stand taller and straighten my back, trying to intimidate him at a false attempt. "I've come for the Young One." I know, Wizard of the 12th Table. I know why you're here and who you are. The Enderman smiles. Let's play. He teleports behind me before I can take a first shot, and blows me to the wall. I turn around a mili-second after and send a blazing wave of flame towards his direction, he dodges the attack and the flame disappears.
You play well, Regoreidin. Very well. He teleports right in front of me and gives a big punch to my stomach. I groan. I haven't been in a fight in years. Maybe a decade or two. I drape my cloak over my head and I disappear into a bright light Endermen cannot stand. I hear a hiss and the Enderman is gone. That isn't the last you'll see of me. Three more minutes.
Okay, I stay in the light as I enter the Chamber Room Hall. All the doors are closed. I have no idea which one she went in. The door of the forest. One way to find out. I go around the hall, slamming open all the doors. Slamming them shut if there are mobs... As I get to the end, one last door I haven't checked. The one standing right in the center. I open it. A forest. I'm such an idiot. I go through. One more minute.
At once, I hear the moaning and the screaming of the Dragon. Such trickery, still. Could kill her, better get to her quick. I dash through the trees, tripping every once and awhile but catching myself before I fall to the ground. Maybe, I've had to much wine these few decades. Thirty seconds.
I can hear myself nearing closer, and I levitate up onto the low branch of a tree and to a higher one and a higher one, until I grab hold of a vine. So much for rescues. I shout as I swing through the trees and land on the ground a few feet away from Celeste. At the same time, I shut my eyes. A bright aura is sensed in Celeste's position. She must be safe.
And when the Dragon explodes, I know that time has run out and I've been here for almost nothing. Well... I rush right in front of Celeste. She screams in surprise and falls backwards. Though, she seems kind of happy to see me. Don't know why though. "Regoreidin!" She shouts and chokes me. Maybe it was a hug, but she's got a grip.
"Good to know you are safe, Young One." I says and smile. I'm glad to see her unharmed. "Regoreidin?" She asks. "Yes, it's me." I assure her. "I have many a word to explain, just... Time is running." I frown. "English, please." She asks. Ugh, typical her. I scowl and shake my head. "I have a lot to explain and time is running out. Plus," I holdup my pointer finger, I don't want to have to do this at once, but... "I have found Young One in Ender Plains, teleport her to Lion's Mane."
"Be seeing you." I wave. She disappears. Now, I have some overdue homework I have to do...
***
Enderman Servant's P.O.V
I rush to the Master. He will be very displeased when I deliver him the news. I rush up the tall obsidian stairs into the small tear in our dimension. Once through, you are nowhere. You can never be found. A throne sits in the middle of the room, crafted with decaying corpses and souls. The Master sits atop.
I have come to deliver to you a message, Master, Your Dark One. He turns around, and I see him. His piercing white eyes. "What is it your message, Ender Citizen." He asks solidly. The Young One has been captured, but rescued. Her location is now unknown to us. The Twelfth Wizard of The Ancient Table, has returned. I can sense his anger.
What!" He exclaims. "Alert every Enderman in the Ender Lands to find him. Find The Seeker, to seek out The Young One. Now!" But... We need Endermen to expand your territory, your Dark Lordship. A mistake for me to say that. "You question my orders!" With a swish of his hand, I hit the wall with a large thud. The wall dents and repairs itself. I w-will al-al-alert th-em-em immediately, Your-Your Dark Lordship. I mutter. The Master nods angrily, "Be gone!"
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Chapter 8. Leonin and Lion's Mane
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Celeste's P.O.V
"Regoreidin! Come back here!" It's useless, he's gone yet again. What did he say again? Lion's Mane? What in blazes was that? "Greetings Young One," Says an voice. I'm getting used to people sneaking behind me, I turn around and see a young man, wearing clothing similar to Regoreidin's. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Leonin Cupitor. You call me the Seeker." He smiled and stretches out his hand. "Hi, I'm Celeste Vir Fatum." I shake his hand.
"Why do you call Regoreidin of the Twelfth Table, Young One?" He asks. "He sent me here from the Ender Lands. Do you know how I can get back to him?" A confused look is displayed on Leonin's face. "That's impossible." "What is?" "Regoreidin of the Twelfth Table has been dead for one hundred years."
"What!" I exclaim. "I just met him there an-" "Yes, I realize that," Leonin interrupts. "I still don't understand, anything, Leonin." I say. "Follow me." He says. He walks straight down a long hall. I follow him down the hall. It grows bigger and longer once through. A long red carpet lined with gold thread, the pillars surrounding the huge marble walls. What struck my eye though, were the moving pictures. On the sides, were golden-silver silhouettes.
The first one I passed was just a little cube. It was floating there. Nothing. The next one, there were two cubes. The next one three, the next one five, the next one ten... Until the world was formed. "This is the Hall of Creation." Said Leonin. "Every event that has happened, is displayed, here. We never show it to anyone outside the group of the Alliance. That is who we are. The 'good guys,' as you would say."
We passed a silhouette of the beginning of Minecraftia. All molten rock and red. "This is our base, Lion's Mane. That is our symbol. Bravery, confidence... Inner Strength... We have other bases, one of them is where Regoreidin stayed. Raven's Feather. Where all the warlocks, witches, sorcerers, whatnot, would go."
"What happened? Why did he, supposedly, die?" I ask. Leonin started, "Well, a hundred years ago, he wa-" "Wait." I interrupt, "A hundred years ago?" Leonin sighs. "See, this group has been alive since the beginning. Steve, the first creation and destined hero of Minecraftia started this when the Dark Lord, had turned against him. Are you familiar with the story of Steve and Brine?" He asks. I nod. "Good. Steve was the founder of this, team. He has long past but his spirit lingers in our soul. As he was the first creation. The Dark One made his own team. The Mobs. He took all of the dark inside every being or found everywhere. With that he was able to open a portal. A crack into the Nexus." I look around. We must have been walking long, the images now show the creation of Minecraftia as how Notch created it to be.
"Inspired, he created more of his creations there and was able to expose it to us. Most of us, still unaware lingered into the dimension and were killed fiercely. We became wary from then on. Still, he created his own world. We call it The Void."
"Out of the fallen humans who were killed in Nexus, he mutated them into stronger beings. Called Endermen. They are his servants in the Ender Lands. They have populated and a few leaked into our realm, The Overworld..." " What does that have to do with me?" I ask. "Patience, Young One. Let me continue..."
"Though, he didn't prepare them very well for the Overworld and was unaware that they were able to stay. They disappear when they come in contact with water, fire, you know. Oops, I'm going out of the topic. Anyways, you have seen the Endermen expanding their land haven't you?" "Yes, I have." "The Dark Lord isn't satisfied with two dimensions. He wants all four. To take over all of the Overworld and claim the Aether. But it is destined that the Young One will appear at Lion's Mane and save us. All." We reach the end of the hall. The last silhouttes are... Me and Leonin. Standing in this hall.
"You still have a lot to explain." I say. "Oh, yes. That is our purpose. We have been awaiting your birth. I, the Seeker, and everyone." "What about Regoreidin?" I ask. "In Raven's Feather, there is a table of twelve grand wizards. Regoreidin was the twelfth. They kept balance in wizardry and magics. Regoreidin was sent on a quest to retrieve a stolen scroll. It held the Legend and Meaning of Balance. We need you, and the Ancient Items. The scroll is one of it. Regoreidin never came back. We located him with a tracking spell, it showed him dead. Him and his tricks..."
We appear now at a tall room. The walls midnight blue, lined with gold pillars and all the furniture in the room is silver. "This is your room. You still have a lot to learn, sister." He vanishes. "Until the morrow." I sit on a silver couch looking at a small table and a silver fireplace with a white flame. "Sister?"
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Chapter 9. Ender Pearls and Numbered Wizards
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Regoreidin’s P.O.V
I look around at the forest room. I have to find the 13th. He was sent to find me after I disappeared, right? He should be alive, he should only be, what? 101 years old? Let me try and remember. I see the past through the crystal and see their conversation.
“Melchoire, the First. We have been unable to detect the location of Regoreidin the Twelfth.” Says Balthazar the Eleventh. The First stands from his chair on the Table of Alliance Magic. “What was his business, Balthazar the Eleventh?” Asks Melchoire the First. “Sent to retrieve the Balance Scroll. The Last Ancient Item to complete the Circle.” Melchoire nods. “I see.” He shakes his head.
“Elders, what do you suggest we do?” The Second stands up, “Shall we locate his stepping stones to his location again?” “No,” Disagrees the Third. “Perhaps, send The Seeker.” Suggests the Fourth. “No,” Disagrees the Fifth. “The Seeker is busy already. Many a matter at Lion’s Mane.” Replies the Sixth. “Maybe cloak his thoughts to send to us?” Thinks the Seventh. “No,” Disagrees the Eighth. “Why not?” Asks the Ninth. “It will backfire, like the last time we tried it on an un-located humanoid.” They sit. “I have an idea. Send the Thirteenth!” Cries the Eleventh.
The High Table agrees on this and send the Thirteenth to seek me out. He was captured though. Misled and trapped in a Void Prison.
Which Void Prison? There are a million! In Time Cracks, I cannot travel there. I can send a message though. I sit cross-legged and chant a few words. “Ubi es constitutus? Ego Regoreidin duodecimae. Redde, liberabo vos / Where art thou Thirteenth? It is I, Regoreidin the Twelfth. Send back , I will free you.” In my mind, I hear a muffled scream.
“Okay, I think I might know where he is.” I run out to exit the door, but... We meet again, Regoreidin. As promised. The Enderman I met earlier stands right before me with a group of zombies and skeletons. 3 zombies and 3 skeletons to be exact. They all held gleaming Iron Swords. Enchanted. Some friends from the Overworld. Now... Attack!
I make the first move, I charge toward a zombie, and before it can swing at me, I jump and use his face as a diving board and I flip backwards. The zombie become woozy and falls to the ground. I land my fist in the chest of a skeleton, knocking it’s ribcage. It falls to the ground, bone by bone. As said before, you play well... This time the Enderman gets a chance. Before I am able to use my staff on the Enderman, he teleports behind me. I curse silently. The Enderman hits me in the back and I fall over, closer to another Zombie. He isn’t fast enough, and so I blast him in to bits with my staff. It glows red with heat and I bear through the pain. One more zombie, two more skeletons and one annoying Enderman.
I swiftly turn myself to my behind before the Enderman has a chance of knocking me out. I blast him to a nearby tree. Pathetic. “Oh, really?” I use my staff to pick up a tree and smash on top of the remaining mobs. They cry out and flesh and bone are scattered on the ground.
Well, you play well. But not good enough. The Enderman teleports behind me and wraps its arms around my neck. Choking me. This is not a hug, he comments.I try to escape free of his grasp. I know, I turn my staff backwards with my right hand and stab it into the chest of the Enderman. He stops and falls to the ground, I take out my staff and see I have stabbed his Ender Pearl. You have won this battle. But you will not win against the Dark Lord. He looks at me a final time and disappears on the ground.
Perfect. Now it won’t be a problem getting to the Thirteenth. I pick up the Ender Pearl and cup it in my hands. “Take me to the Thirteenth Wizard of the High Table!” I feel my hair rushing and my skin being pulled. By speed, I quickly appear in the Void Prison of the Thirteenth.
“Hello.” I say. A man stays in the corner, he looks no older than a teenager. He turns around. Puberty for years. Must be a nightmare. “Regoreidin?” He asks. I nod. “Finally!” He says and comes to hug me, but he comes to his senses and shakes my hand. “I’m very, very glad to see you. The food here is terrible.” He smiles. “You aren’t mad?” I ask. Gaspare cocks his head. “Me? Mad? Yes, I’m very angry at you right now. But becoming enraged won’t do anything! Let’s leave.”
Happily, I take Gaspare with me as I teleport to Raven’s Feather.
***
Enderman Minion’s P.O.V
“Your Dark Lordship, he has taken the bait.” I say, grinning from ear to ear. I can feel him grin too. “Excellent. Everything is going as planned, do not fail me now.”
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Chapter 10. Deal
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Corone’s P.O.V
I am escorted to the Throne Rift of The Dark Lord. Why? Why am I, of any importance? Well...
I was in the Overworld, one of the ones who found the Portal here. When night was young, I came across a clearing in the woods. From the clearing, stood a village. It took me a while to see what I was seeing as, everything was new. Marvelous, yet small structures of brown and grey and light. I walked out into the village and saw many people. But once I came into contact with one of the villagers, a brown skinned man wearing black, he shouted. “Mob!” And the village became a riot and some of them attempted to fight me.
They must have been built to be idiots, to fight me. But they don’t know of my strength, I escaped them easily, but I kept coming and some of them, kept coming too. I took a diamond scythe from a rack in a weirdly shaped area with a sign that showed, THE BLACKSMITH’S.
When suddenly, a man wearing armor of diamond came across me, he charged with a diamond sword. And a few other of his friends came. They were much better than the villagers of the Town. I hated that. I had almost escaped their grasp to go into the Ender Lands once again. I started to form a portal, and when I was almost in, one of them stabbed their sword, right in my left eye. I escaped, my eye was never the same again.
I’ll get them for this. I’ve been practicing ever since. There is no one to practice with in the Ender Lands, though. I will not hurt my own kind, nor any of the Dark Lord’s influence apprentices. That was when. I was called in one day to the Dark Lord. I must have done something horribly wrong, and I hoped for the worst.
I ascended or descended, I cannot tell, the stairs to his Rift Room. And there, a throne of corpse, he sat. “Come in, Hawthrone.” He demanded. The Endermen escorting me left and it was me and him. The door from where I came was gone and I was trapped. “What is it, your Darkest?” I ask. “Do not speak unless asked to speak, fool!” The Dark One shouted. I bowed my head. Why do I have to be an idiot like those stupid villagers?
“I need your assistance, Corone Hawthorne.” He begins. “Sit.” I look up and I see his eyes gesture to a corner in the room. A smaller throne, similar to his, lays there. I follow and sit down. Quite comfortable. “Now, I have realized your skill. You are one of the only Endermen who actually learned great weapon skill on your owns before I...” He stops.
“Anyways,” He continues. “Realizing your skill, you could help play a bigger part in my conquering of the Overworld and The Aether. More shall be explained if you accept on the job. You may speak.” I ponder on the matter for a second and reply, “I will accept your offer, Your Darkest Lord. Though, my left eye is painfully damaged. I am unable to see correctly or attack correctly because of it.” The Dark Lord looks at me. “That gives me no problem. Do you, Corone Hawthorne, swear to Me, you accept and will participate fully in this act? Speak honestly.” He says, his eyes shine a menacing white flame.
“I swear to the Dark One, to the flight of the Dragon. I swear to the Ender Lands, I swear to myself and the Balance undone.” I say and bow to my feet. “Very well. I shall not fully heal your eye. This gives a chance to tweak it’s vision.” He says a few words, none I can understand, and he flows a bolt into my eye. Knocking me backwards.
I moan, hitting the wall. I open my right eye, same as always. Then, my left. My vision is sharp. I can see shades of purple! What others can’t! I can zoom into Ender particles! I go forth to the Dark One. “Thank you, your Darkest. May your soul be blessed with shadow.” The Dark Lord stares at me. “Stay away, Corone. Your first orders, to determine your skill, is quite challenging. You have back-up anyway. Here is what you are going to do...” I lean in closer to listen to his orders.
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Chapter 11. Winning On A Double Sided Mirror
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Celeste’s P.O.V
I ponder in the room. Today is still today, but it feels like it’s been a million years. Or, at least more, than one day. “Sister.” I say again aloud. Nothing really makes sense anymore, I guess Leonin is my brother? Nah, that can’t be. Our last names are different. But when did Ancient forces care about that?
The white flame burns, it hurts, I remember that Enderman. He killed my family. Burning cottages and runaway children. Forget it. I lie down in the silver white bed. And I fall asleep.
“Where am I?” I ask myself. I look around and see a dark cupboard. It’s the only thing in the dark. It is a shade of brown and green moss. I have not a thought before I open it, so I do. A scroll. A brown-ish, torn piece of paper is rolled up in a corner. I pick it up. “What is this?” I open the scroll to see a bunch of words floating around and re-arranging themselves on the paper. I cock my head to the left.
Then, they start to make sense. The first word is formed.
Balance.
Then more of the words come into focus and I read them aloud.
Balance.
Balance is the meaning to light and dark. Balance, there would be no use to doing anything. Nothing. There would be no me, nor you, nor this world.
Light is the purpose of Dark and Dark is the purpose of Light. Dark is what encourages us to do a good deed. What makes a helping hand worth something and not just a waste of time. The Light defines the evil forces of darkness and force. Why there are people who want. Why there are people who need.
Balance. Balance is what keeps the world in focus. Balance is what makes the world go around. What creates teamwork and cooperation, what creates betrayal and traitors.
No Dark, The light would have no purpose to it’s existence but to be. Dark would have nothing to prove or cover.
Balance, Child. Balance.
The Visionary
The Visionary
“Oh!” I wake up with a start. I am wearing a long silver night gown I notice and another weird dream. The Visionary? I sense something. “Young One!” Someone smashes the door open and I stand there. “Lion’s Mane has been breached! The Endermen have attacked!” He looks new. I don’t know him. A tall, muscular, tan skinned man stands before me. He wears a full set of gleaming, enchanted Obsidian Armor. He wears a Chain Helmet. His black hair covers his eyes. What am I thinking? No time to dilly-dally!
I run to him and he grabs my arm. “Hold on tight, Young One!” He says. Before I can reply, he runs quickly through a the Hall of Creations and takes a left at the Earth beginning to populate with humans. “Quickly!” He brings me to the Grand Hall, or so I hear someone shout. We are on a balcony looking over and I see an Enderman in the center of the hall. “No one will stand before me without death!” He turns around and I see it.
His left eye is scorched red. But it looks like he can see perfectly. “Who is that?” I shout out, ignored. “We need your powers, Destined!” What? Now I’m Destined? Before I can cry out, he grabs me by the waist and jumps over the balcony railing to the Hall about fifty feet down. I scream but I’m on the ground in about a second, unharmed.
“Are you crazy?” I shout. “Everyone here is.” He replies. He rushes me through the crowd and he blasts creatures away. I take a glance, a human. Though, not exactly. It’s skin horrible shades of green and red. It’s bones are visible, not very good for a fight, and it’s flesh is ripped. Eyes dead and arms wearily fighting, but slaughtered easy. We are outnumbered anyway, and the man takes me to the Enderman in the middle.
“Work your magic, Destined!” He demands. Oh no. “What? I don’t know how to use magic!” I complain. Guess no one told him. “You can! You just, haven’t realized it!” More zombies are appearing and more are being slaughtered, many hurt. “I have a plan!” I hear him say, “What is it?” I shout back.
He uses his staff and shoots a bolt of red into my eyes. A burning cottage. An Enderman. A flame. Two adults. Two parents. One child. Runnaway. Forest Deep. Full Moon. A burning cottage. An Enderman. Runaway. Leave alone.
Gone.
I don’t know what happened to me, but I suddenly become enraged and shout. “No! It’s not ending like that! It’s not!” With that last word, a blue ripple echoes from my mouth everyone in the room. They are all knocked back to the room, but all of the undead molt as if they were snakes shedding their skin, and disappear.
The Enderman in the middle, covers where his ears should be and looks through the crowd. “Why you!” He snakes his way to me and before his diamond scythe hits me, I feel a whoosh! above my head. He is gone. I turn my back. The man who saved me looked exhausted. Sweat dripping from his forehead and his hair.
“Good, job, Destined. You really, freaked, out right, there.” He says in between pants. “What just happened?” I ask. “You made an Enraged Ripple Effect. You don’t know magic, huh?” He stands up. “Well, you’ve got some crazy power within you, mate.” The other people around me break into cheers. “For the Destined One! For the Heir!” The crowd repeats and rushes to me. I hear a million thanks from the mouths of millions.
“Woah!” The man says. “Celeste has been through a lot. Give her some space!” The crowd immediately steps a few steps back. “Are you okay? That was a very draining effect you did.” I sit down on the ground and hold my head in my hands. “What is your name?” “Jacob. Jacob Hoffman.” He replies. I lie down, another man looks over at me. “Celeste?”
“Regoreidin?” I faint.
Corone’s P.O.V
“You failed?” The Dark One’s voice boomed out, enraged. White, hot flames burn in his eye sockets. I bow down to his feet. “Idiot!” He shouts and kicks me harshly in the head, and I moan unpleasantly. “I am sincerely sorry, Master. I will do,” I gulp. “Anything. To make it up to you, Master.” I feel his stare rest on me. “Get the girl. Bring her to me. That was all I asked!”
He calms himself down. “You will, try again. We cannot do it sooner, she is unlocking her powers, Corone. Do you know what that means?” I stay there, silent and dumb. I don’t know. “She will grow enough powers to match us! She’ll be out for two days, that is good. Bring her to me. You have two days, Corone. Two.” I nod. “I will not fail you a second time.” “Be gone.”
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Chapter 12. Psychotic Practice People
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Celeste’s P.O.V
“Oh...” I groan. Beep. Beep. Beep. An echo of annoying beeps ring in my ears. “What?” I open my eyes and see five people looking down at me. Three of them, I recognize. Regoreidin, Leonin and Jacob. On the opposite side, s girl dressed in all white robes, who I guess is a nurse, looks over at me concerned with a cold wet rag at my forehead. “Who? What...” “The Enraged Ripple Effect. Remember?” Jacob says.
Oh yes. I remember. The daydream. The Endermen. The, fainting. I sit up immediately and all the boys back off a bit. The room is lined with small, silver pillars and pictures of different bottles and potions. I can’t see beyond that, I am on a bed surrounded by curtains.
The white robed lady gives me a glass of water. “Here.” She says and I drink it. Every drop. “That spell drained about 90% of your energy source. If you lost anymore, you would’ve been dead. We were expecting your awakening tomorrow.” I look over to glare at Jacob. “What?” He asks. “You almost killed me!” I exclaim. He backs off and raises his hands. “Hey! You didn’t die! It was the only choice, you didn’t know how to channel your powers.” I snarl. “Fine. I’ll let is slide, this time...” I whisper.
“Careful, I’m royalty.” Jacob says. I give him a puzzled look, “Later.” He says. I lessen my glare and look at Regoreidin. “Where’ve you been, mister?” I say. I lean over and hug him. “I was worried there!” He hugs back surprisingly. “I returned to Raven’s Feather and, finished some business. Came back here to find you knocked dead.” He laughs. “At least you aren’t.” I look over at the new boy. “Who are you?”
He laughs. “That isn’t the first thing someone said to me when they first met me. I’m Shatryin Opierion. Just call me Shatryin. I’ve only been at Lion’s Mane for 7 years..” He smiles and shakes my hand. “Just came over to see the Destined. Is must be hard being depended upon?” I look at him. “What do you think?” He smiles. Oh snap, first there was one guy, then Leonin came, then Jacob, then Shatyrin. I have to make some friends.
Do I have any friends who are girls? It’s becoming tiresome. “Once you are feeling better. Call Leonin, he will lead you to the Training Grounds. Regoreidin, Leonin and Jacob will help you. Shatyrin will be there too.” The white robed lady says. “I have feelings too!” He pointed out as a giggle escapes my lips. “If you need any healing help, call me.” She produces a card from her hands and gives it to me.
In fine handwriting, it says: Altha Armentis (Healer at Lion’s Mane Infirmary)
“Thanks.” I say. “I’m feeling fine right now. I’ll be glad to go.” Altha nods and helps me out of bed. I am now wearing a silver dress. “What is up with these clothing changes?” I mutter. “You’ll change later on.” Regoreidin says. “Follow us.” As we leave the Infirmary, I see people bowing as we pass through. I smile and wave. What else should I do?
After a long walk through many halls, we make it to The Training Arena. The place is made of Black Stone and Bronze Pillars with bright torches. A Battling Arena is in the center of the Training Arena. Smaller ones surrounding it. The walls are filled with shelves and chests filled with swords and bows and arrows...
“Wow.” I say in awe. “This place is...” “Big?” Suggests Leonin. “I guess.” I reply. I follow them into a smaller room. It looks more like a cave, but with gold and red blocks. Armor and parchments explaining their uses hang on the wall, while on the opposite side, there are changing rooms. A sign is hung on the entrance of the doorway: ARMORY. We enter and the room is filled with different armor. For practice, Leonin adds. “Here, wear this.” Regoreidin passes me some clothes. I examine it.
A midnight blue diamond chest-plate with matching black iron pants. I keep my combat boots on. They give me a helmet, or at least, something to shield my head. “Are you ready with your weapon?” Regoreidin asks. “Um...” “Here.” He hands me a long, wooden staff lined with swirling gems. “A practice staff.” He says.
As we walk to the Smaller Arena, I ask him, “When did you become all sophisticated?” I ask. “Back home, you were always drinking wine or something...” He laughs. “Hey, I need to disguise myself somehow. And a drunken, weir, long haired dude would’ve done the trick. Though, your human ways have worn off on me when I was entering the Void Prisons and such. I’m back again, now.”
“Here.” Regoreidin says. A small arena with a sand ground and fenced surrounding. A man who looked about my age was sitting there. Probably waiting. “Hey! Hesperos!” Regoreidin shouts. The man in the arena stands and waves. “Master Regoreidin! Welcome!” His hair is white blonde and his eyes are orange. His skin is slightly tanned and he wears the same armor as me. Although, he makes it look good. “Greetings, Celeste of The Destined. How’re you? I heard about the attack yesterday.” He shakes my hand.
I shrug. “How do I do this?” I ask him nervously. “Channel your inner power. It takes years to do that. But you have the power of the Experienced within you. It only needs effort.” “What? The Experienced?” I ask. Hesperos nods. “The Experienced are your greatest ancestors. Who achieved and who failed. Failed to achieve, but more importantly, achieved to fail.” He points out, I stand there confused. “Okay. Try this.” Hesperos moves his right leg backwards and stands straight. He takes in a deep inhale. “This part may be hard, the Language of The Elder. You already know it though... First things. Protection.” He crosses over behind me to guide my arms. “Move your staff sideways and inhale. Don’t want to be drained. Now say, defend!”
I follow his instructions and I shout, “Defend!” Nothing happens. “In the Language of The Elder. I meant to add.” Hesperos smirks. “How in Blazes do I do that?” I complain. Hesperos raises his eyebrows. “Number One, you already know it. You’re just blurry. From, things. Second of all, I’ll give you a tip. Names are powerful.” I give him a puzzled look and try to look inside myself. “Five seconds!” Hesperos shouts. Come on, Celeste, I tell myself. Come on! He’ll blast you to smithereens! “Three!” Um, what is it? This is driving me crazy! “One!” What! “Zero!” A blazing spark emits from the top of his staff and at the last moment.
I shout, “Defende / Defend!” And I open my eyes to see I am surrounded by a blue, transparent orb and the strike of Hesperos, breaks as if shards and lands on the floor in orange and yellow bits. It disappears. The orb disappears as well. “What did I bloody tell you?” Hesperos says and smiles. “Okay, I want you to try transfiguration...”
For at least five hours, Regoreidin, Leonin, Jacob, Hesperos and Shatryin help me out on defensive, offensive, attack strategies, battle strategies, channeling and even meditation. I feel quite drained after a long day that I may have completely wasted. Though, who knows. Maybe waste can be sacrifice. Sometimes, maybe even maybe, it can be good.
I am sent to my silver-blue room once again. Though, I very much regret shutting my eyes in the room, for even a second.
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Chapter 13. Freak Showers
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Corone’s P.O.V
Must not fail, Master. Must not fail. “She has power. I must take her when vulnerable.” I hide in the shadow of Lion’s Mane. Normally, Endermen are unable to teleport within Lion’s Mane defenses, but with the enchantment in my sight, I am able to see through their puny little defenses. Without being detected.
I look to my left and my luck is within sight. “The girl.” I mutter. I slip through the shadow closer to the entrance to her room and through the doorway a split second before it closes. A hide behind the doorway as it shuts. The girl lies in her bed and right before she tucks herself in the covers she catches sight of me. “You!” She exclaims. She stands in a weird position, one leg in front of her. “Defende / Defend!” She exclaims. A glitch is summoned and I am knocked backward.
She shuts her eyes and places her palms in front of each other but keeping a space in between, she grabs a pole from beside her bed and shouts, “Transfiguro / Transfigure!” The pole instantly turns into a sword and she charges at me. I teleport behind her and grab the enchanted leather sack from my side and drape it over her.
“Hey!” She shouted. “I’m taking you to the Ender Lands, Young One.” I say. “We can do this the hard way or the easy way. Your choice.” She struggled and kicked through the sack. “Hard.” “Diruam / Break!” She cried. The sack exploded into pieces. “What!” I exclaim. That sack was covered with protective and unbreakable spells.
“I have no choice.” I reached out my arm and wrapped it around her waist. I turned into my mind and tapped into the Ender Language and teleported myself and the girl back to the Ender Lands. I opened my eyes and saw the girl had escaped from my grasp and is running away.
“Puny human.” I mutter. “Guards!” I shout. Immediately, two bulky looking Endermen run in and grab her by her arms. We’ll bring her to the Dark Lord at once. Thank you for your cooperation, Solider Hawthorne. “I’ll be meeting with him too.” They nodded. “You won’t get away with this!” The girl screams. “They’ll look for me.” I grab her by her neck, choking her slightly. “Not on my watch.”
At The Throne Room
“Excellent.” The Dark Lord says, satisfied. “Bring her forth.” Celeste, who is now unable to speak or move, is moved forward to the Dark Lord. “Speak.” With a sharp wave of his hand, her mouth was released and she began to speak. “Let go of me, you freak!” The Dark Lord looked unchanged, “I am no freak I assure you, I am...” His figure-shadow grew taller with the Throne Room. His eyes turned the shade of vicious red and deep purple with an eerie white glow.
“I am Lord Herobrine.” His hands became claws and he grabbed Celeste. “Shut up.” He tells her and her mouth is once again sealed. “Guards, send her away. I shall deal with her later.”
At The Dungeon
I open my eyes and I appear in a stone room on a high balcony. I look over the balcony and I see, a Spirit Machine. “Oh no.” I mutter. A Spirit Machine drains your life force and energy and allows another being to use it. This is bad. Very, very bad. I teleport below the balcony. “Where is the captive?” I ask the nearest Enderman. Hawthorne. Good, she is a floor down. The Endermen are taking care of her. “Thank you.” I fade through the floorboards and appear a few feet away from Celeste. She was struggling to get out of the enchanted chains. “Diruam / Break!” She shouted. “Diruam / Break!” “No use.”
She turned to see me. “Those chains are unbreakable. Human hands? No use.” Her eyes were flaring, almost similar to the Dark Lord’s. “You.” She shook the chains. Was I really going to do this? I mean, the Dark Lord revived me from... “Look, I’m busting you out. No one will know it’s me anyways. They’ll blame the other guy. Okay? I’m Corone.” She looked at me weirdly. “Okay then.” I start to work on the chains.
“The more you struggle, the chains become tighter.” I unlock one of them. Hawthorne, what are you doing? I turn around and see one of the Endermen Guards. Oh no. I gotta think of something. Quick. “I’m, helping! Bringing her up to the Spirit Machine.” Celeste glared at me again. “Traitor.” She whispered. Okay. Come, let’s take her up.
Celeste’s P.O.V
Corone unlocks the last chain holding me and shoves me towards the other Enderman. My mouth is sealed and my muscles still. Notch, I hate these stupid things. They take me again and they both fade through the ceiling.
Suddenly, I am on a stage with a weird looking machine. A pole reaching out on the top with a long, silvery drain. Through the pole, a few twisty tubes connect the top to the bottom and at the bottom, a big container. What form of torture is a freak shower going to do to me? An Enderman straps me in, being unable to move, I stand there. Paralyzed.
In front of me now, is an audience of Endermen holding transparent jars as another Enderman stands in front of me. Notch, they all look the same. Welcome. As you may have heard, the Great Lord Herobrine and The Solider have caught a Young One once again. The crowd cheers at the mention of the Dark Lord. Now, for there is no day or night, we will drain her soul into the Spirit Machine and the essence will go to Lord Herobrine for The Grand War Finale! The crowd goes wild. Some are standing up and waving frantically, while other look like they are about to explode. I notice something else.
The jars are now glowing a bright white color that keeps flashing brighter and brighter. Bring forth up, your spirit jars. The power shall be devoured, conquered, taken! Now! The Spirit Machine starts to make the noise of gears clattering together. I can feel it, a strong gust of wind is being pulled from my face and I am unable to breath. “He-hewp. Hellep, he. He-.” I mutter endlessly.
The crowd begins to laugh uncontrollably. Yes, Yes! It’s working. “Not on my watch.” An Enderman swoops onto the stage and breaks me out from the stage and I fall, coughing heavily trying to catch my breath on the floor. “No time.” He grabs me and looks at them one more time. “Be seeing you.”
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Chapter 14. The Reading
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Celeste’s P.O.V
I appear on the bed of my silver, blue room surrounded by eleven, very old, men. They all turn to me calmly. “She has returned from The Ender Lands.” One of the men say. “The room was filled with Ender dust.” Another picks up a piece of purple dust from the floor before it disappeared. “Excuse me,” Pretending to be polite, “Who are you?” They all bowed towards my directions.
“We are the Eleven Wizards of The High Table and The Alliance.” They all say in eerie unison. “And you are here why?” I ask. “Anyone else for the job would most likely know that an Enderman took you, but they would not know what happened. Would you like to know what happened, Destined?” Celeste nodded, “Nether yeah!” The Wizards looked at her in surprise. She blushed furiously and a Wizard came forth in front of her and his height became unbelievably tall. “Words are a powerful tool underestimated by many. Do not speak of The City Of Nexus in your mortal human ways.” One of the Wizards warned.
I blushed. “Come. The others are growing,” The Wizard put his hand to his lips. “Impatient.” He managed to choke down. Six of them were on my left side and the remaining on my right and they guided me down the halls to the Library. A large oak wood table with about what seemed like a hundred seats was sitting in the center surrounded by millions of millions of book shelves. Not a single spot empty. I see Regoreidin, Leonin, Jacob, Shatryin, Hesperos and a few more official looking people wearing long robes. The Wizards take their seats and I take the last one available.
“Welcome, Destined.” One of them say. “I am the Leader. You may call me Dominus.” That sounds pretty evil. As if on cue, he starts to laugh whole heartedly. “Do not worry, it means Lord.” He continues and then stops, he places both hands on the table, his palms facing upwards. “The Ender Lands are growing more solid defenses and now, wizards are having difficulty entering or more importantly: exiting.” With a whoosh of his hand, a holographic image of the Ender Land appears. “Woah.” I marvel.
The scene zooms into the surrounding of the Ender Lands. “This is the Void. Where all the Void Prisons are in the specks of white. We, are unable to locate the presence of our people, but only that some of our Seers and Readers have been taken recently. Some how, that Enderman is able to teleport here. Which means that if he we do not do anything now, more will come.” Leonin raises his hand. “Yes, Seeker?”
Leonin stands up and bows gracefully and quite swift. “Your Lordship, how was the Destined taken to the Ender Lands? I am most sure that many are thinking of this question too.” In response, a few of them nod their heads quietly. “For that answer, we must speak to the wizards. I call on Regoreidin?” Regoreidin stands up and bows, he wasn’t there with the other wizards. “From Mind Word from the Eleven Wizards, they have told me that she was brought there by the Enderman Eye, named by Hawthorne. The Dark One had wanted her soul and life force for himself. It was good she was defended by him, strangely. “ Regoreidin bowed again and sat down.
“I see. That is most peculiar.” Said Dominus. “Celeste Vir Fatum. Do you know what your name, means?” I nod. “Something like Destined Hero. Sad.” I cross my arms and sit back. “Well, um, we need to unlock your potential. Hesperos has only played a small part in your unlocking. We do not posses that knowledge. It is private only is it revealed to each person. Uniquely. Celeste, you are dismissed. Best you make yourself familiar around here. It is your second or third day, is it? I am quite forgetful.” He waves his hand and I exit the room without another word.
I walk along the corridor and pass by many people, who bow towards my direction at first sight. “Oh my Notch!” I hear one kid exclaim. “It’s Celeste! The Destined!” What seems like a nine year old girl with blonde hair runs toward me with a sheet of paper and a pen. She bows. “Best greetings, Destined. May I have an autograph?” I give off a goofy grin. “Yeah, sure.” I manage. I grab the pen and write my name in the best script writing I can. “Thank you!” She runs off and disappears in the crowd.
Corone’s P.O.V
An Enderman from the crowd teleports onto the stage and puts me in a headlock and chokes me. Why in Nexus did you do that, you idiot?” He screams. “Lord Herobrine will not be pleased with you! You have dishonored his presence most horribly! With my long arms, I pull back and take a deep inhale. “I have heard enough of your foolery.” I look at the crowd and in a blur, Lord Herobrine stands.
“You. Have disappointed me, very, very much, Hawthorne. This will not go unpunished.” His eyes are now burning, his iris is a flame containing pure aggression and the anger of a million Ghasts. He flicks his hand swiftly and I come banging on the wall. He laughs a cold laugh with no hint of humour in it. “You are not leaving the Ender Lands, Corone Hawthorne. Nor will I kill you just yet. The fun, cannot be described by mortal words.” He looms over me, all black with shadow and blaring eyes of red coals.
“Let us begin, shall we?”
Penelope’s P.O.V
“I have it.” I show him the piece of paper with her name scribbled in the center. He nods. “Excellent. You are much more loyal than... Certain people.” He grabs the paper and stares at it for a good five minutes. “You promised me money.” I speak up. “Here.” He opens his right hand, and a small leather sack all dirty with smoke and grim. He drops it into my hands.
“Gold. Diamond. Emerald. More than enough for your family, Penelope Gray.” I open the sack and it is true. The sack is heavy with them. I bow again. “Thank you, sir. Is there anything else I can do?” He shakes his head. “No. There is not. Excuse me, I have unfinished business to attend to.” I turn around to walk away.
I look back. He is no longer there. The room fades and I am on the street of my family and my ramshackle old house. “Ma, Pa!” I run to them and hug them. “I have something for you.”
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Chapter 15. Every Which Way
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Celeste’s P.O.V
At some point of endless walking and bowing through the crowds, I find a hallway splitting off into three hallways. A man stand beside the second hallway and I approach him confidently.
“Excuse me?” The man turns to me and bows. His hair almost touching the floor. The man doesn’t look an age over 16, but he seems a bit older anyways. “Of what may I assist you with, Destined One?” He asks. I giggle softly. “Where do these three passages lead?” The man looks behind him and at the other two hallways to his left and right.
The man turns to his right. “This way leads to the Labyrinths of The Past. A maze with enchanted bookshelves as walls telling every single detail of the Alliance’s past. Longer than the Hall Of Creations, the Hall doesn’t show every single detail.” The man looks behind him.
“This way leads to the Pathways of The Present. It is kind of annoying if you ask me. Imagine, walking down a park and looking into a transparent mirror and see yourself looking at the same transparent mirror in a park again and again and again.” He smiles. “I do not get the point of that hallway.” He looks to his left.
“This way leads to the Fog of The Future. You can almost see nothing. Just glimpses of things the Spirits allow us to see into. Different people see different things in there. It creeps me out whenever I am inside.”
I nod. “I was told to explore the place, and I do not want to get lost in a Labyrinth nor walk down a road and see myself doing the obvious. I’ll go down the Fog of The Future.” The man nods. “Okay. Just one more thing?” “Yes?” I answer. “Have you seen my sister? Penelope? Blonde hair with gray eyes and usually wears a blue dress? If not, she went off again...”
I recall the little girl from my memory. “Yeah, she asked for my autograph.” The man took my hand and shook it. “Thank you. Where was she?” I pointed down the hallway I came from. “I am not sure of her whereabouts now.” When have I used the word, whereabouts? I think to myself. The man nods. “It’s fine. I’ll sense her aura. Quite peculiar.” He runs down the hallway and waves. I wave back.
The hallway leading to the Fog of The Future becomes eerie with every step I take. The air is moist and cold and it chills through my clothes and into my flesh. I hug myself, shivering. On the floor, a rough, cobblestone floor appears where the carpet was and I follow it. The whole place, I cannot see. Only the fog and the cobblestone road.
I look at the side and see myself running through a field. The field looks deserted, but filled with dead men. “What is this?” I ask myself. “If you time skipped, you’d know. But time skipping is horrible, you’ll mess up everything.” I look behind me to see Leonin. “I knew I’d find you here. Typical.”
I smile. “Stop with these surprises, Leonin. Anyway, what did Dominos want?” Leonin laughed. “You mean Dominus?” I blushed furiously, “Sorry.” I choked away a small giggle and continued along the road. “What do you see, Leo?” I can feel his gaze on me.
“Well. I see, me. Under a great oak tree. I am siting in a Lotus Position and muttering some words. What about you.” I shrug. Best not tell him, I figure. “Nothing.” He catches up to me and gives me a weird look.”Really?” I manage to nod. “Oh.”
I glance to my left and see, an Enderman. Looking down at the ground, covering his left eye. He looks up and his left eye looks sore and ripped as if it were pulled. “The Enderman.” I mutter. I turn to Leonin. “What is the quickest way to the Ender Lands?”
Corone’s P.O.V
“First of all.” Herobrine muttered a few words and placed his hands in front of me. “Look at he palm of my hand.” I turn away. “Look, you blubbering idiot!” He shouts and I immediately follow his orders. His hands start to sway and suddenly curl inwards and he pulls his hands back. Following, I feel a pain at the back of my special eye. “Agh!” I groan heavily, clutching my eye. He pulls more. “Argh!” I shout. It feels like he is trying to pull it out. Suddenly, the pain stops and I uncover my eye. My right eye appears normal as it always was, then my left. The world seems a dizzy gray and everything sways and a searing headache hits my brain.
I fall onto the floor. “What have you done?” I exclaim. “Nothing. That is just the beginning.” He cups his hands horizontally and brings them up, I feel something at my neck. Like cold metal, a strong grip at my throat and I am brought upwards. Moving my arms and feet in a frenzy like an idiot.
Herobrine chuckles. “You are hilarious, Hawthorne. Are you ready?” I drop onto the floor, gasping. “Wha, wha, what do, do, you, me, mean, Lord Her, Herobrine?” I pant. “My dragon hasn’t been fed in a while. Corrupt souls are just the thing he needs.” He smiles and the room goes sideways and I fall down to the ground.
At the feet of Lord Herobrine.
Penelope’s P.O.V
“Mother, father.” Mother gets the sack from my hands and opens it. “What is this you have brought us, Penny darling?” Her mother frowns and shows the inside of the sack. The petals of gold and blue flowers folded inside are the only remains inside the sack.
“What? There were diamonds and gold and jewelry! Father, I was going to help you.”
Father cupped my hands in his, “I’m sorry, Penny. Not all things, are meant to be.”
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Chapter 16. Change
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Corone’s P.O.V
“Ugh.” I recognize it immediately, I am in the End, it’s spinning around me crazily. “Hello?” I look around. I put both of my hands in front of me, then towards my face. “Am I still alive?” I ask myself.
I stand up, holding my head. “Where am I?” My left eye leaves the End with a sickening gray color and is giving me a splitting headache, I decide to keep that eye shut. In a far corner, I hear a soft groan.
I turn around swiftly, but I see nothing. The groan becomes louder. I try to recall my memory, and once the groaning suddenly becomes louder. Suddenly, a memory flies back into my head, and I remember Herobine saying; “My dragon hasn’t been fed in a while. Corrupt souls are just the thing he needs...” “Oh, {censored}”
It isn’t groaning I hear, it’s something else far worse, and it is growing louder, and louder, the sound ringing through my ears. I teleport behind where I had been standing, and a pair of shimmering, purple eyes appear from the darkness that surrounded me. It beared its pearly fangs in my direction.
I’m an Enderman, how am I able to see the color purple, was all that went through my head at the moment.
I start to teleport away, as I have no weapon and I am nothing for a punch.
It is a few hundred feet away from me. “Oh no, oh no, oh no.” I mutter. It’s flashing before my eyes, ENDER DRAGON EATS ENDERMAN. Then I realize something. What did Herobrine mean by ‘corrupt soul?’
Out of the corner of my eye, it is gaining on me, being only fifty feet away now.That's not good, I think to myself while trying to teleport. It’s too fast. This is for the best, stupidity is the only option I can find right now.
I turn towards the Ender Dragon, I shut my eyes and spread out my long, ebony black, bony, arms and legs. “Come and get it!” It’s roar becomes louder, it was ready and it didn’t care about my pitiful scream. Then, I hear a loud sound escape the Dragon’s mouth and the, yell of a ...human girl?
I open my eyes and see a brown-red haired girl jump down from the air and onto the Dragon’s back. I remember now, she was the girl from an hour ago. The girl jumped onto the Ender Dragon’s back with a gleaming silver sword held tightly in her right hand. She stabs the sword into it’s back and it wails, throwing her off. She lands at least two hundred feet away from the Ender Dragon, lying limply on the ground, her skin reddening.
“I have no idea what I’m bloody doing.” I tell myself. I start to teleport towards the girl. Yes! I manage to reach her right in time, before the Ender Dragon gets close enough to kill us both - but it is now just fifty feet away. “Oh Notch.” I hear the girl mutter, turning to me. For such bravery, she looks... Worried.
“Look, grab my hand. There is no way we can face this thing!” She shouts over the roar of the Dragon. I’m glad it doesn’t breathe fire. I look over at her side, blood stains her shirt and she deeply bruised purple. “Your skin doesn’t look so well.” I notify her. She shakes her head at my observation. “Doesn’t matter now.”
Without any hesitation, I grab onto her hand. The girl shouted something that I somehow knew meant “Get us out of here!” This whole situation is becoming stranger and stranger every step of the way.
Once the girl speaks large, gray whirlwind surrounds both of us and the shriek of the Ender Dragon disappears. It’s purple eyes are the last things that disappear.We find ourselves in a small room. The colors that I had begun to see started fading away to black and white again.
The girl falls into the arms of a young man and a younger girl comes to comfort her, a yellow daisy in her left hand. Twelve old men crowd around the girl who had just saved me, as a small group of younger men stare at me in awe and a few of them block my way towards everyone else. A nurse and her maidens take the girl and start muttering about her wounds.
“We must have you escorted to the nurse with Celeste,” One of the old men says looking at me. Her name is Celeste, I think to myself. In response, the nurse looks at me with an awkward gaze. “Follow me,” She says. Two guards appear at my side armed with staffs.
The young child with the yellow daisy slips the daisy in Celeste’s hand. She smiles and thanks her.
While we walk down the long hallways, the girl comes to my side. “Why did you save me?” I ask her. She looks at me and smiles. “I don’t think I had a choice.” I shake my head, “Everybody has a choice, Celeste.” Smirking at me, she continues. “Even you?”
I nod hesitantly. “Yes. Even me.”
She goes ahead of me and leans her head on a man’s shoulder. He puts his arm around her, and he helps her walk to the nursing room.
We pass a lot of people, most of which whisper to each other when they see me. I cannot make out their words.
“I am very confused about this whole situation...” I say aloud.
The guard to my left, after a moment’s hesitation, sighs and looks towards my direction. “This is just the beginning, Hawthorne.” He nods slowly.
“Just the beginning.”
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The Prophecy
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When the morn comes and all light is bright
Children shall laugh and many stand right
We will rejoice in a land of great sight
And never will we force upon fright
But so we were wrong and the shadows came night
And so many fled and faced sheer bite
And so we were gone and birds had stopped flight
But that is not how it ended, not quite
Some of us rose and started to fight
Fight against evil, come with our might
Inspired and needed, we stood up height
We stood together, we were our knight
Though one will stand up to face the dark
She is a Young One, she is our spark
She will bring them their downfall
She is the one who will save us all
And In The End, the souls released
From his horrific Land of Beasts
And their number will be decreased
Yet that is but the beginning, the least
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Trivia
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1. The name "Visions To The Past," I first started thinking about it when I was playing WoW and I was given this impossible side quest (due to my level) called "Visions To The Past."
2. The name Regoreidin came from the Screen Name of my brother on WoW, weird huh?
3. The idea for Seeker and Young One, I was inspired by the book: The Dark Is Rising. By Susan Cooper.
4. The idea for the Hall of Creations, I was inspired by the book: Kane Chronicles. By Rick Riordan.
5. The idea for the name "Alliance" and "Mobs," I was inspired by WoW and the two sides. The good being Alliance, but the evil being Horde. I changed it to Mob.
6. Wizards Of The High table, I was inspired by King Arthur and The Round Table.
7. I was inspired to use the name, Gaspare and Melchoire, is because when the "3 Kings," came, I wrote a letter asking for autographs. Haha. There was Melchoir and Gaspar. Can't remember the last one.
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Chapter 17. Perhaps Not Exactly
Regoreidin’s P.O.V
“We’re finally here.” I say, opening the curtain to an available bed. “Celeste?” I say from the doorway. Leonin and Celeste turn towards me, quite hesitantly.
“Er, yes?” She answers. I look at both of them sternly, “Leonin. Watch her. I’ve got some Enders on my hands. Understood?” He nods.
I turn to leave, but I hear my name being called. “Regoreidin?” “Yes, Celeste?” She fiddles with her hair, “Don’t hurt him. He’s got a rather confusing aura about.” I nod. “Yes. Of course... But perhaps not exactly... Perhaps.”
I walk off to the guards, who are still escorting Hawthorne to
Celeste’s P.O.V
I sit on the bed, leaning my feet over. Leonin sits on a chair in the corner, waiting for the nurse to return from the medicine cabinets. “So...” He starts.
“What happened there? We all watched you through the Crystal Rooms.” I cock my head to the left. What are Crystal Rooms, I thought. Leonin grins. “I know what you’re thinking.” He says, I am not surprised.
“The Crystal Rooms is, in a nutshell, a room full of time crystals from the Time Mines. From there, we can access moments in time. But, only if time allows it or someone is preventing us from seeing most of the moments we wish to see.” He pauses and moves his chair noisily closer to my bed.
“See, most of the time, we can only see things that are happening now. Present time, but in different places.” I nod. “That seems really cool. With every minute, I feel changed. Like, this place is affecting me with something like ancient power.”
Leonin nods. “Yep. That’s what this place does. Quite slowly, but yes. It gives you inner knowledge on the ancients.” “Perhaps not exactly.” I reply. He shrugs. “Perhaps.”
“I’m here, finally.” I hear the voice of the nurse walking to my bed. “May I see you?” She opened the curtain up covering and separating each bed from one another.
“Leonin, you can sit over there and wait. This might take awhile.” Looking at my cuts and becoming bruised areas. Leonin nods and bows. “Thank you, Nurse Armentis.” He leaves behind the curtain.
Corone’s P.O.V
“Are you going to kill me?” I ask. The guard to my right looks at me, avoiding eye contact, and goes back to his original position. “Okay then...” I mutter to myself.
“Alright.” An older man comes out from the Infirmary. “Hawthrone, you address to me as Regoreidin. Understood?” Hesitantly, avoiding his eye contact, I nod.
“Good then. Guards, you may leave. I will privately escort Mr. Hawthrone to...” Regoreidin nods. The guards bow in response and back away, and turn to disappear into the crowd. Regoreidin takes a few steps closer to me.
He reaches into his pocket and takes out a glowing red and blue orb with golden dust floating around inside. “Place the palm of your hand, here.” He commands, frowning seriously.
I follow as he says, I have no power with everyone here. Nor do I have hope. I’m just surprised they haven’t killed me yet... Those idiots. “Now. Do not let go.” He looks up towards the ceiling and mutters a few words.
The room begins to spin in the same golden dust as the orb with hints of silver and bronze. I open my eyes again and see... Nothing. “Where am I?” I ask.
A light shines in the far corner of the room, followed by the lighting of Glow Stones. “Okay. I’m going to go easy on you.” Regoreidin says. He faces his palm upwards, his fingers spread apart, concentrating and putting much force into it. I feel something hold me and lift me up.
Regoreidin moves his hand right and a few feet closer to himself. He releases his concentration and I fall into a circular, dark clasp of some kind. In which I am unable to move, but stand straight and try to catch his gaze.
“Do not try to take over me.” He says, ever so slowly walking towards me. “It is useless here.” When we are only a few inches apart, he looks up at me. “What happened in the Ender Lands, Hawthorne?” Gulping, I manage to start talking.
“After I helped Celeste-” “Do not speak of her name!” Regoreidin shouts. “After I helped, her...” I fix. “from the Spirit Machine, Lord Herobrine punished me to the damnation of the Ender Dragon’s stomach. One of the most slow, painful deaths my people have experienced...” Regoreidin’s stare softens and he backs away a few feet.
“What is your use to Lord Herobrine?” He asks. I shrug. “Why is that any importance to you?” His face unchanged, but his fists are clenched. “Politely, answer my question.” He commands.
I explain to him all about my deal with Lord Herobrine and my experience with those villagers who scarred my eye, permanently. Regoreidin only nods while I speak. “Okay then. I believe you, Hawthorne.”
I nod slowly. “But, I need you to close your eyes. This might hurt a little. I’m going to count until three. I need you to go along, speak aloud and this will only be for five seconds. Okay?”
I shake my head. He nods. “Okay then.” He cups his hands and mutters a few words again. He opens his palms and a small green, flickering line appears. Growing longer and longer. It is now about two feet.
“Okay, count the candles up here.” I look up and three floating candles float above Regoreidin’s head, though above my head too. “One.” I start. “Two...”
Before I can say three, I feel as if something is seeping into my skin. After five seconds, the pain dies down. “Three?” I manage to say. “This is quite extraordinary.” Regoreidin mutters.
“What?” I look at my hand, a gray, shimmery coat of what seems like air surrounds it. Covering my whole body. “An aura?” I turn my hands to see the back and front. “Yes. Endermen have corrupt souls and catching their auras are hard. This was an experiment.”
He sits down on a chair, which I swear was not there before, in the corner. “If you were not like this, you’d be near death... In a way.” I stare at him. “What?” He shakes his head. “Forget about that, this is now we are talking about.”
“So, am I different? What about me?” I ask. Regoreidin stares at me, this time straight in the eye. “Perhaps, not exactly. Perhaps...”
TT2000, you are genius.
That was quick! Thanks. He he he. I'll write the next chapter soon. I'm happy my chapter turned out the way I wanted it to based on your perspective on it. I'll write one soon. If not today, when I wake up later tomorrow. I'm really busy and I have to rehearse a guitar thing. Thanks again.
Boast mode activated: Before ye is standing a someone with what may transfer to an A as a mark in Latin translation. Although my mark in Latin grammar is horrific.
TT2000, you are genius.
edit: 5/11/2013, I have added Chapter 8 (Leonin and Lion's Mane)!
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Wizard in Raven's Feather, may I request he is the 11th?)
Bio: Balthazar was raised as part of the royal wizards in Raven's Feather. Since the age of 0/1, he has been practicing magic and has become an Elder. He has defeated many of the members of the Dark One's Force in the North-West. He has become a legend in those areas and has retrieved one of the Ancient Items (you can decide what ancient item it is)
Appearance: http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/363/2/9/wizard_by_liliaosipova-d4kllbj.jpg
Personality: Calm, quick, wise, deep insight, very sensitive, and inspirational.
Good or Evil? Good
Other: He has with him a pet Owl, a Barn Owl, named Scientes (Knowledgeable in Latin)
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Race: (human or enderman) Hm... technically he's a spirit (see bio), but human would be the final answer
Bio: Next in line for the throne of his kingdom and a great fighter. He has won many battles against invading creepers and is considered a hero around those parts. One he began his combat training, he recieved an iron axe, but it was enchanted with Sharpness II and Knockback II. However, he never learned things such as redstone and brewing, giving him a huge downside everywhere else.
Appearance: (a picture or well described description) Tall, muscly, tanned skin from fighting outside so much. He wears a full set of iron armor except for the helmet, which is chain. His long black hair sticks out through the helmet. He also has brown eyes. (wow. that was shorter than I thought it would be)
Personality: Can try to take charge every now and then, but otherwise easy to work with.
Good or Evil? (please no neutral) Good
Other: He shall also appear in the Rift Project if accepted...
Name: (first and last name requested) Coron Hawthorne
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: (human or enderman) Enderman
Bio: A skilled fighter with his diamond scythe. Was enlisted by the Dark One after the Dark One noticed his fighting skills. His eye was damaged by a human when he was in the Overworld and it is now red.
Appearance: (a picture or well described description) Well, an enderman but his left eye (his left, not yours :P) is red.
Personality: Seeks revenge on humankind for his injuries (a little overkill, but who cares?) and will do whatever it takes to help the Dark One conquer their worlds.
Good or Evil? (please no neutral) EVIL! MWAHAHA!
Other: This guy WON'T appear in Rift.
P.S. Put this in your sig then change the text to black:
1. Before I can accept Jacob Hoffman, I do not understand how he is a spirit. Is he already dead? Please explain. And then I'll accept him.
2. Coron Hawthorne is accepted. Expect to see him in Chapter 10 or 11.
3. Okay!
@sc1020: Hawthorne reminds me of someone.
TT2000, you are genius.