I got sick of the negative stuff about snow so i decided to write a little series where they dominate the bad guys (and are better than measly players.) Note that Rosa's village is HUMAN NOT TESTIFICATE. More to come and all that So Sorry about poor spelling - The spellcheck for my computer is broken. If you have critiscism make it helpful . If someone asks for it, I'll do another paragraph on the history (we're talking about 15000 years ago here, not twenty) of the endermen, the nether-people, the void and void-ships (like the End and Velerian). And maybe a bit on ghast-ships.
This is about a snow golem . A race from the far north has discovered how to build a war machine known as the blaze. They declared war on the two human kingdoms to the south resulting in the migration of thousands of monsters. The north kingdom built an immense wall to protect the other lands. This isn't totally effective as some caves go under the wall allowing passage. The south kingdom began experimentation with similar war machines. Like snow golems.
After a battle which he was the only survivor of, our hero began a journey North...
Part One
Prologue
It was war and they were being routed. Fires covered the forest from where the blazes has shot. Snow golems like him (he had no name) were burning to death .Melting.There was no worse fate. All around Blazes were killing them in the hundreds. Three blazes appeared in front of him and terrified, he took aim and attacked. Slowly the fiends began to rise. He threw more snowballs at them but only one fell down and died. Flames now licked at the blazes. He became aware of water dripping off his body and steam rising from it as well. He was a snow golem, a stupid creature of snow and ice, that was as intelligent as the pumpkin that animated him. He was going to melt. Driven by instinct, he drew back, away from the blazes. If he could just back away from - too late. He hadn't gotten further enough into the clouds of stem.
The two remaining blazes suddenly grew tense. They drew back.All of a sudden six snowballs flew over his head, all of them striking the blazes. A pile of rods fell to the ground and the heat died away.He gratefully joined his rescuers as they moved on to the hill where the last golems desperately held out.
At first the 7 golems were able to smash their way through the attacking force, killing dozens of them. Being machines all their attention was focused on a single thing; the hill. It was of course too good to last and a few shot went awry. Those blazes then raised the alarm. Then all blazes fought back. In a single volley of fire all but two golems fell. Him and one other.A sudden volley of snowballs them drew the back the of the attention of the blazes, allowing him and the other golem to continue to the hill. This time, however, they weren't as stupid.
They arrived just in time. Another wave of blazes then joined the siege.They last tree of the forest stood on the very peak, untouched by the flames that burned all around it.All of a sudden most of it was burning. Forcing his way through the other snow golems, he made his way to the very centre. The battle was not going well. Snow and fire covered the hill. In the distance thunder rumbled. (yeah guys, I know, a little cliched but it's very important). It was impossible to see past the hill, the air was so clouded with fire snow and of course steam.
The golems fought valiantly but little by little those on the front line began to fall. Ranks and ranks were corroded by the hungry fire of the blaze. Eventually only those at the top of the hill remained. The sides dripped with warm water and dissolved blaze rods littered the ground. Joining in on the fringes, he was almost dead. All around him golems lay dying.More and more of the once great army died until it was just a tiny group on the fringes. On and on they fought until his tiny warband was totally surrounded.The top of the hill had been taken.
A volley of fireballs finished off his war band A couple fell on him before crumpling into slush, which melted as he watched. The pumkin rolled towards th He was alone. He was going to die. Then the miraculous happened. The thunderstorm that had been brewing on the horizon had come. The heavens opened. All around blazes fell apart, the magic that once sustained them quenched. Moving quickly to avoid death he slid down the hill until he was under a tiny ledge. Blazes died in the hundreds. Tumbling apart. Rods falling all over the ground. The ground was covered in a faint sheen of golden dust. The rain
Alone in the dark he waited. And waited. At last the sun rose and the rain stopped. He slowly moved around the battlefield, finishing off blazes and looking for other golems. That's instinct for you. Then a curious event happened. A strange creature, with two arms two legs and a head attached to a central body walked past.He followed it and watched it survey the battlefield. Once it stopped to kill a blaze that lay half dead in the dirt. Then it did something strange. In gathered up snow and placed it in a two metre high stack. Then it put something orange on top and watched it come to life.It was just like him. He watched sadly as the creature and new golem left. He remained at the battlefield for two more days then sadly slid away to the North.
Chapter One- Travels
Days passed. He had been to many places, through 3 mountain ranges and even through a small village. The people there did nothing to him, just watched him travel through the town and shook their heads.The children had stared at him, clutching their mothers. The priest had shaken a book at him and he had moved on.
For weeks and weeks he traveled north, slowly melting and dying. He was turning back to liquid.But still he kept traveling. He had no name, no intelligence, just instinct to keep him away from dangerous places and the undeniable will to go north. When he reached the river he had turned west and continued until he finally reached the fortress. Covered by a massive outcropping of rock it was in the shade. The walls were too tall to climb and were too big to travel around. Slowly moving past it he felt a strange sense purposelessness.Only when it was too far away to see it did he again feel the strange desire to move north again.
Heat was making him grow too weak to travel, the snow that made him up was becoming water. Little was left but a skeleton of ice and a covering of snow and slush.He in an isolated mountain pass when it happened. Dew had formed on him the previous night and now, in the morning a frost covered him. The slush turned hard and the dew added to his shape. It happened again and again while he was in the mountains. Once again he was strong and able to travel for another three to four months. Wordlessly he moved on, the faint trail of snow behind him now glinted like it was crushed diamond. Soon the mountains were nothing but a distant memory.
It was near some trees, the leaves of which leaves had started to fall to the ground. A small village shone with faint light. By the time he was anywhere near the village it was early morning. Remembering his last encounter with a village, he had planned to move on. He didn’t plan for a little female creature, like the one he had seen at the hill, to notice him and lob a snowball.
It hit him square in the face. Turning rapidly he quickly threw 2. One missed. The other nailed the girls back, pushing her over. She laughed. And threw another. He moved out of the way with a speed that could only have come from having your life depend on your dodging skills. Deciding to stay and play in his own his primitive mind was the first choice that he ever made. On and on they played until the sun was almost set. She then started walking back to the village. Mournfully, He kept moving north, following his instincts.
He hadn’t gotten far when the little girls scream rang out. Sliding fast on the trail of ice, he was able to reach the girl in less than a minute. She was backed up against a wall of stone with a ravine on one side and another cliff on the other. Blocking the only way out was a massive spider. Standing on top of the cliff he threw a snowball at the beast. It almost knocked the spider into the ravine. The spider turned and leapt towards him... Only to be knocked into the ravine. He remained still until he heard the sound of its shell breaking.
The little girl was sobbing with fear and had tears running down her cheeks. Without a word she grabbed the frozen over stick that used to be his arm and slowly led him to her village.
Chapter Two- Rosa
The lights of the village were painfully bright. Slowly the unlikely pair drew closer and closer until they reached the edge. The first to notice them was almost a teenage girl, she was drawing close to the age. Wrapping the little girl up and carrying her into the village, she barely noticed the tall creature that followed her. It was only when she turned back and saw the glittering ice that made him, that she gasped. “Who are you?” She asked. “What are you?”
Wordlessly (for he totally lacked intelligence) he began follow her into the village. She took another look at him and allowed him to follow.
The people of the village stopped their work and conversations to stare at the unearthly being that followed the two girls.Behind him a faint murmur of curious voices arose. Finally they arrived at a grand building. The girl opened the door and talked to the parents for a bit. Finally the little girl squeaked “But he’s just over there”. A frightened elderly man looked out the door and slowly said “ Thank you. You saved my daughter and for that you will be tolerated here.” Then he shut the door in the face of the golem.
That night there was a frost. Layers of new ice covered his body. The pumpkin that made up his head was now totally covered. The spindly arms that once been bare were now layered in icicles. All of his body was now covered in a gleaming armour, two centimetres thick. When morning came the sparking edifice was added to. by sparkling studs. The little girl, wrapped in furs, came out of the door and looked around.
Noticing him standing in the corner she said “Grandpa sent me to get some milk.Come on!” Together they walked through the frosty streets to the edge of town.As with the previous day people stopped and stared, not saying a word. At a farm on the outskirts of town the girl knocked and said sweetly “Grandpa sent me to get some milk.”
Back into town she talked rapidly about random things, the cows, her parents and big sister, the kindly old woman next door, even about the snow. When the unlikely pair arrived at her house she said “Mum says that it’s wrong to name you but I will.” She stopped and thought for a moment “ I’m gonna call you Sniilari. My name’s Rosa” with that, she went inside.
Chapter three- Fitting in
Chatting, interacting and being named had a far greater impact than the Rosa had anticipated. Sillari was no longer ruled by instincts but by primitive thought. He was not truly conscious but could reason. After another two hours she re-emerged. “Come on Sniilari, lets go play with my friends!”
Less people started now. They were adjusting to the new creature. Soon they arrived at a small house. After knocking at the door Rosa said “Well because, uh, my new friend is here I was wondering if you would get the others. ”
“Are you sure that thing is safe” she exclaimed. When Rosa mumbled something she called out “Children!” Three kids appeared at the door and the woman left. After a quick introduction (which contributed to Sniilari’s mental growth) he followed them around town.
Everyone in the village thought that Sniilari was dumb. He was but during his next three months Sniilari slowly became intelligent, able to speak and conscious. Neither Rosa nor any other people in the village knew of the remarkable change simply because Sniilari was unable to speak. He also learnt the names of many villagers, like the girl who had carried Rosa into town on his first day. Her name was Klearian and she was Rosa’s cousin.
One morning he was walking around with Rosa, Sid, and Klearian. They were talking about a strange race that had been attacking the human empire with machines of fire. A wall had been put up and it was immense. Then Rosa said “If they were to come Sniilari would save me again. He would save you too, wouldn’t you?
Sniilari nodded. Klearian’s eyes widened. Rosa asked if he had always understood what they said. He shook his head this time. The next hour passed rapidly as Rosa, Klearian and Klearian’s best friend, Sid, asked him multiple questions. By the end of the next day everyone in town knew that the Rosa’s strange creature could understand what they said and could respond.
Rosa’s Grandfather soon decided that Sniilari should work. He came to Sniilari and said “We know that you can understand me. So know this, you should work. Think of something, that would be useful, then do it.” Sniilari nodded.He spent the next few hours thinking what he could do under the shade of an oak tree. He wouldn’t be able to do much, not farming, not building, not forging, not wood cutting. He thought about himself. He was created for... for... for war! For the first time he remembered the battle he had fought in and the strange creature. A sudden realisation shocked him. The humans were the ones that had created him.
Thinking back to the task, he wondered if he could simply guard Rosa. Snowballs wouldn’t do it but if he tried to get two blades of ice on his hand he would be able to cut things. Things like trees and meat! So everyday he would aid the village butcher, Gundfurst, to cut up meat. Then he would go with the village woodcutter and help him chop down trees in the forests. Rosa and her sister often came. For another month this cycle continued until one fateful day they arrived.
Chapter four- Burning Rosa and Klearian were with him that day but the woodcutter was sick. they would sit on a stump or swim the river. Klearian lifted her head out of the water and said “ Something’s burning. We should go home. After Sniilari has washed his blades and the girls were dry he lead the way out of the forest. The burning smell grew stronger as they grew nearer to the village. Then, they could suddenly see the village. It burned.
Half the village was a plume of smoke. The other half was filled with people and yellow figures. Blazes. Every so often a person would try to run from the village. A swarm of yellow figures would come and reduce them to ash. Rosa immediately bolted for the village screaming “Mummy! Daddy!”.
Klearian yelled “Rosa! No!” but Rosa kept running. Desperately, they ran after her. She had almost made it to the village when the blazes noticed her. She screamed as they shot at her. She began to turn to ash as the flames hit. In second she was gone. "If they were to come Sniilari would save me.." Guilt racked him from pumpkin to base. He had failed " They would save you too.." He still had a promise to keep.
The pack of then began to attack Klearian. She screamed as they rose and flames licked their sides. They were so focused on killing her that they didn't notice Sniilari easily cleaving each one in two, the ice instantly cutting through their enchantment. Rosa took a deep breath then slowly and cautiously slipped into the village, Sniilari following her.
The villagers were in the town square being shackled by a group of people and too many blazes to fight. A few bodies lay in the square and most of the buildings were burning. Something was wrong with their captors though, they were much skinnier than a normal human. They wore red armour that glowed with the faint trace of flames.
Klearian ran over to them when they began to beat the woman that Sniilari guessed was her mother. She landed a blow on the guards face before another kicked her then restrained her.Kicking and screaming she was draSniilari watched as the last people were shackled into a chain then led away. At the very end was Klearian. She looked at a body in the main square then looked at Sniilari. Then she was dragged away.
Sniilari waited for a few minutes while the figures left then rushed over to the body. He rolled it over and then realised it was Sid. Sid groaned and only then did he realise that Sid was alive. Using the blades on his hands too cool the numerous burns, Sniilari realised that he was not going to survive. Sid stirred and groaned “Klearian!”Sniilari shook his head. Sid sat up. “Listen to me. I need to tell you how you came to be and why.”
Chapter five- Origins
“It has always been known that to the far north monsters dwell in their dark caves. Creepers, giant spiders,trolls, slimes, and undead. When they began to migrate south it was the first warning.” Sid coughed and continued “Well not all migrated. Slimes are practically extinct now and trolls are too stubborn. Any way this was the beginning.
To the south the two human kingdoms, one to the north and one to the south, were becoming worried. Most northern towns and cities had walls built. Then they started to wall of the entire country. The greatest of all mankind's achievements was built within a year. It was never totally successful because of the caves and ravines but it has protected us for many a year. The southern kingdom couldn’t care less.
Nobody ever wondered why the monsters had fled their nests and caves. Then the reason attacked. Creatures of fire and a strange metal appeared one day during a cloudless night. They were spurned on by a race of lanky humanoids. The wall held though but news of the event reached the south within a matter of days.
The south began to experiment with the construction of their own war machines.They never quite managed it perfectly because their machines fell apart in the snow. Next they found that other machines could be built out snow. They could be activated by attaching something living to then. The machine would leech the life force of it.A test between the new creations was quickly set up. It was however disrupted by rain. They would take you and cut you up if they caught you, stay away.
By now the fire people had discovered the caves and had began to enslave the inhabitants. We are the latest victims. At least you know where they went-”Sid was now barely whispering the words and was racked by sudden coughing fit .“Down the ravine” he whispered. He tried to say one last thing but he made no sound. Sid took one last breath and released it. He was gone too.
Chapter six- The crystal shrine
The ravine wasn’t very far from the village. Sniilari would have gotten there fasten if he hadn't been so grief stricken. He wouldn't have gone at all if he had not realised that he was Klearian's only hope. It was still light however,and this enabled Sniilari to see the wooden ladders that had been set into the rock. Useless to him. He took another look at the ravine. It was mostly in the forest, though some was exposed to the plain that the village sat on. Water cascaded down one side, forming a small pool at the bottom. On the side a small stone ramp began 3 metres from where he was standing. He cautiously walked down the side. Nothing moved. Noticing a faint trail of golden power he began to move further into the ravine.
The cave seemed to slowly travel downwards. He was ever thankful for the fact that blaze powder was luminous, keeping him on the right track. After walking for what seemed like hours on the same tunnel the cave finally forked. The trail of powder led him to the left.
No far up the track Sniilari became aware that light was streaming in from around the corner. For the first time he realised that the walls were marble. He turned the corner to find a small trickle of molten rock flowing down the cave. The trail of golden powder simply bypassed the magma by going around it. So did Sniilari. He continued on for what felt like a day.
He first noticed the chamber he was metres away from it. It was an an immense room with dozens of caves stretching off it. Lava trickled from a wall and down channels, lighting the room. On the edge a flight of stairs led down. The walls were lined with stone bricks. That wasn’t the most interesting spectacle. In the centre of the room an immense crystal rose from the ground. It was a translucent green in colour. Around it was a moat that stretched down through the rock into a vast void. The crystal was floating in mid air though rope bridges attached were attached to it.
Sniilari was so awestruck by the crystal he didn’t notice what was around him. Dead blazes and some of the lanky humanoids. Then with a faint popping sound strange, tall, black creatures surrounded him.
Why? A strange questioning presence filled his head. Speak, oh creature of the snows.
When Sniilari remained silent he could tell that the creatures were becoming frustrated.
Oh. A feeling of realisation now entered his head (or pumpkin) through the presence.Imagine saying your word and we will understand. They did.
After a brief exchange the creature said Enough. They came and thought that they could force us to hand over the crystal. They did not reckon with our abilities when they killed the guardian. Half of their party fled while the other remains here. Know this though. We arrived in this realm many millennia ago. We came seeking the crystals that formed in the void. They are the source of our power. Many have embedded themselves in the bedrock of your realm. Some, however, grew so large while in the void, they smashed through the bedrock and created rooms like these. The crystal slowly grows, enabling us to harvest it. We know few of the uses. There is also another realm. We call it the nether. It is a realm that split off from your own before we arrived. No crystals ever survived that realm so we had no reason to visit. It is there where those you pursue dwell. They use humans to build and mine resources. When human workers grow weak the nether race use their bodies to build blazes. We are creatures of darkness though and the nether kills us in moments. Eventually they will set their sights on us, the Endermen, too...
Chapter seven-The Fortress
The Endermen then walked down to the centre on the cavern, his long stride enabling him to cross the magma channels, to the bridges. He then walked up to the crystal which had now formed a strange crystal tendril. Funny, it seemed to be growing towards him... The Enderman reached out and carefully broke it off.
There. That may aid you in your travels. Which will take you far.
Sensing a questioning doubt from Sniilari, it said; I have the gift of foresight, oh Creature of The Snows.
The Enderman had now returned to the group. It paused. After a moment Sniilari worked out that the creatures were debating something. After making a dismissive gesture it paused for a second. Then it did the unexpected. Reaching with a long black arm, it said Farewell.
Then everything seemed to twist. The Endermen and the crystal shrine seemed to become distorted then vanished. Sniilari became aware of a rushing noise far off. Coming closer... All he could see was white or was it black. They blotted out everything but occurred simultaneously. Suddenly he caught a brief glimpse of a totally alien place. A flying island of white stone. Dotted with Endermen and immense pillars. From far away he heard the roar of an immense beast that was almost-
It was gone again. A tunnel of flashing lights and an abyss so cold and dark he felt like dust. It felt like being stretched, ripped into countless pieces. It felt like being in a bubble that was moving forward, through solid rock. A vision suddenly appeared at the end of the tunnel, like a glass wall that seemed to be all around him. He smashed into it then it felt like he was being crushed, again being forced into 3 dimensions.
Suddenly he was standing on a snowy field with mountains far in the distance. Beside him he saw a trial where the ground had been trampled flat by a large number of people. Not that he was able to comprehend what had just happened. Sniilari felt light. He slid aimlessly across- stream of frightened people walked down it-. The tundra while hallucinations of people that he knew were all around him. A crowd of priests surrounded him, each shaking the same book. Rosa danced in front of him leaving a trail of ash at her feet. And all the while the terrible crushing followed him “Come on Sniilari, follow me!”
Onwards she led him across the snows, leaving no footprints, just ash. She stopped next to a burnt out circle, where the grass still smoldered. “Come on-on-orn, pick it up-up-up-ohip. It'll be fun-fun-furn. He did so. All of a sudden he felt the terrible pressure vanish. It was ecstasy.
Who was he? How did he get here? A girl. What was her name? A crystal. He held it in his hands. Hands? No, between two iced sticks. Moving swiftly he plunged it through the icy carapace that had protected him. Now he couldn’t lose it. For the first time in his life Sniilari felt truly strong. He looked around for anything that could be useful. The Endermen sent him here for a reason. What was it?
To the north, a range of mountains stood. A single mountain pass went through them. That and the enormous red fortress that stood guarding the pass. It was immense. Twisting spires sprouted from it like watchtowers. Around it white things flew, one occasionally letting a bolt of fire to the North. Shadowy figures patrolled the fortress constantly. The mountains were mostly cliffs. The north was impassable. The west was a frozen ocean. The south and east stretched on to the horizon, broken only by rivers of ice. A flat featureless plain of endless snow and ice. Wait... Was that a pumpkin growing by a small mound (to the south)?
Sniilari walked over to it and remembered Sid’s words “...machines could be built out snow. They could be activated by attaching something living to then” It could be useful. He picked it up with his frozen hands. The last thing he needed was to be noticed by the white things; Time to go.
Chapter 8-The dead
After three days travel south Sniilari first noticed the warband. Ever thankful for the natural camouflage his icy carapace provided, he was able to get very close to them. Most of their blazes were damaged, undoubtedly from the endermen. A few wounded nether people limped along, while most slaves were present. At the back Klearian limped along and occasionally would stop and be dragged along the ground until she got up. Most strange was a litter of the red rock that was being carried by a group of blazes. On it sat at least 20 bricks of the same red rock and haunches of meat and mushrooms. “ … Would save you too...” Rosa’s words rang in Sniilari head over and over. The party travelled until nightfall, unaware of the danger they were in...
When night did come, a group of nether-men and a blaze came and placed the bricks around the perimeter, and the blaze would light them. After this was done the nether-men feasted on meat and threw the scraps at the villagers. Sniilari watched, his silent anger growing. Eventually the men went to sleep, though blazes still stood watch and constantly patrolled the perimeter. Easy kills. Sniilari ghosted after them until one stopped. He swung the frozen blade forth and sliced through the space between the blaze rods.
The creature collapsed in a heap of rods. Last to fall was the head piece, which comically hit the pile and rolled away. Soon most of the perimeter guards were in this state. Most were unaware but two had managed to fire fireballs, which both missed. The flames that licked the blaze’s bodies had fell with the blaze, clinging to the rods before burning out.
Sniilari now had to deal with the remainder of machines, not to mention the nether-people. Creeping slowly closer, he wondered how he could do it. Perhaps with a distraction of some sort. The moon suddenly shone from behind a cloud, illuminating the plains and the only tree in sight. Lighting the tree. The idea suddenly sprung from his mind. Fire. Where was fire?
The bricks that littered the ground should be ample.
Sniilari backed off, away from the camp. He noticed a brick at his feet that still burned and picked it up. The inhabitants of the camp were still unaware of what he was doing. The nether-people and the villagers slept while the blazes stood guard. The blazes might be setting a new patrol soon and then they would discover the remains of the previous patrol.
Thankfully the journey to the tree was short (it took only ten minutes) and there were no obstacles like caves, ravines and frozen rivers. Once he had climbed the hill that the tree stood on it was plain sailing. Placing the brick into a small hollow it the tree, he looked back at the camp. It appeared normal. Hopefully the tree would take a couple of minutes to warm up enough to burn and in the meantime Sniilari was determined to be on the other side of camp when the flames spread. He looked at his arms. The ice that covered them had melted, leaving a wet stick. Fortunately the damage was small and he could heal himself next time he found water. Or, better still, shape himself a new body. The idea had occurred to him before but now it was very, very appealing.
He shook himself and reminded himself that he had a job to do. The route he took back to camp was a long arc and he considered his idea very thoroughly on the way. Climbing to the top of the hill, he noticed a very strange sight. It was a giant spider and something was riding it. Bones. Human skull and bones. Assembled in a grotesque shape, mimicking the human or humans they had once belonged to. It held a weapon which Sniilari remembered Rosa calling a bow. A bone arrow, with flights of rotting flesh, was nocked despite the fact the bow wasn’t drawn.
Suddenly the abomination whipped his head around, looking directly at Sniilari. The beast it rode followed suit. Sniilari raised the blades of ice to the light. The spider backed off slightly at this but the skeleton turned to look at the camp, ignoring Sniilari. Then it noticed the tree which had begun to burn and cocked its head like it was confused. Confused as to what the beasts were doing, Sniilari began to move towards the camp.
The tree was now a raging inferno. At camp it was clearly visible. Most of the blazes had left the camp to investigate and Sniilari silently counted off the remaining ones. One. Two. Three. Four. Five.Six. Seven. Seven blazes. Why not? He had taken out five at once before they could even let off a shot or three. He charged them.
He was three metres away from them when they first noticed him. Before they could even turn around he had already killed one. The others seemed to hesitate and while they did so he sliced through another's enhancements. Flames now spurted from the remaining five though another’s fire never grew to full potential before it fell. They stood still for a second while their fires charged and this gave another time to die. Instead of attacking the remaining three, he leapt aside, dodging the lethal missiles. Another two fell before they could spout flames again and the last was easy prey.
He was gone as soon as he could recover, to wake Klearian. He stood by her and shook her shoulder with his blade. She stirred and then realised what was happening. “ The-the keys are on the litter. Bring them to me; they require much precision. He slid off quickly towards the litter, which now sat upon the ground.
The keys were not on the lower levels of the litter. After searching among the sack of metal scraps in vain he noticed that the keys were on top of the stacks of the red stone, glinting in the light.He grabbed them and was next to Klearian when the screams and howls started. He looked around for the source, likewise the villagers (who had just been awakened) and the nether-people.
A pitched battle was being fought under the remains of the tree. Blazes were fighting waves of undead, more skeletons and hordes of rotting humans. Occasionally groups of blazes tried to break for the camp but were damaged by bone arrows, then the broken scraps were torn apart by zombies. Not that the undead weren't taking heavy losses, burned zombie littered the ground (the scraps which then dragged themselves back into the fray, eager for battle ) The blazes were outnumbered 4-1 and there was little hope of non-undead victory.
Then, horribly, one of the nether people screamed and soon more howls and undead began to surround the camp. “You idiots! You ruined our only defence and now were going to die...!! screamed a hysterical nether-person.
Chapter 9 - Ghasts
The undead then surged forward, quenching the laming bricks as they passed. The nether-people drew swords which were mounted at their waist.The undead continued their shambling gallop, getting closer by the second. Twenty metres. Horrible shrieks came from the zombies as they advanced. Ten metres. There was a wumph noise. Five metres.
Light filled Sniilari’s vision. His frozen body was wreathed in intense heat. In seconds he would die. He heard a roaring sound all around him. He crumpled like burning paper. The frozen carapace that had protected him for so long was simply falling apart, the rest of him was doing the same. A vague feeling of terror invaded his body. The heat was poison. It felt like being burned alive Suddenly he felt something else. A sliver of cold that was drawing the heat out of him. The void crystal. Then he felt a bubble of the cold expand through his body. It was ecstatic but he was still the weakest he had ever been. The light then died and Sniilari was able to see again.
What he saw shocked him. First, he was covered in a purple bubble. It expanded until it reached the edge of his body and it was like a second skin, covering his body. Secondly, there wasn’t much left of his body. Half the carapace of ice had melted, leaving random patches where his soft centre was exposed. Not that there was much soft centre left, where the shell of ice had melted so had patches of snow. Sniilari would have crumpled into a pile of snow and ice without the void crystal
Thirdly, the state of the zombie horde. Where they had once stood there were only piles of ash and the odd limb that wandered about aimlessly. Craters dotted the ground here and most of the area was free of snow. Fourthly, the giant white jellyfish that floated about the night sky. They were rather shapeless, a rounded body with a flat underside. Tentacles protruded from the base while eyes and a mouth were visible from its side. Most were about four metres by four metres with a small stone basket dangling from the bottom (complete with nether - man rider!) but one was immense, something around about 20 metre by twenty metres. It was covered with strips of red rock that probably served as armour. They went vertically and horizontally and must have cover three-quarters of the ghasts surface.
From its tentacles dangled a small building, that was attached to the ghast by numerous red ropes. It was made out of red stone and consisted of a simple square with a smaller one on the front. It had windows that suggested a lack of concern for damage (invading an empire of humans is not with its casualties) but on closer inspection they were heavily armoured. Nestled among the tentacles was another, smaller building. They were connected with ropes. As Sniilari watched, a basket moved down the ropes and into a purpose-built hole. Slowly the creature descended. The villagers looked on with terror. Klearith yelled for Sniilari to run and he did.
Hating himself as he did so, Sniilari fled across the tundra. His decaying body left a trail in the snow that would make him easy to track but he didn’t care. The stars twinkled above, mocking him with their positive, cheery light. Over hills and ponds, river and ravines. Finally, he stopped on a hill and watched the ghast lift the buildings to the north. The cloud of smaller ghasts followed it. He had been so close! He just stood on the tundra, not wanting to go on.
Chapter ten - Aria
Morning came again. He had clung onto his sanity because, once again, he was Klearian’s only hope. He looked about his surroundings for anything that may help him. All that was around him was snow and ice. His arms had been spared the fire though the blades were now dull. He shoveled snow back into himself, while patting it to firm it up. Thanks to the void crystal, the snow became ice within a couple of minutes. He took another look at the vast snow-scape and noticed a speckle of orange. At first he was puzzled. Then he realised that it was the pumpkin he had left behind.
As he slid over to it he debated whether or not he should make another golem. It wouldn’t hurt would it? What if it’s dumb and doesn’t do what I want it to? It probably won’t even work. What gives me the right to create life and order it about? After thinking over it, a new thought came into his head; I will need help to deal with the nether-people.
He was inspired by the spider jockey and so he spent the next hour shaping a spider-like body. First he started with body, a two metre by two metre affair, with a cradle for the pumpkin in the centre, then built a wide sort of thorax for him to sit on. Next came the eight legs which had to have balls of ice at the joints. Then he cleared the snow from around it. Lastly the head. He picked up the pumpkin and placed it inside the harness. Nothing happened.
Disappointed, Sniilari stood back and thought about what he knew about himself. Creature of ice and snow. Animated with the life force of a pumpkin. Wait. Ice. It needs to be part ice!! Sniilari used both hands to pull the void crystal out of himself. He touched the ice spider with it.
Frost spread across the snow. Slowly the ice spider stirred.Its legs pulled downwards and the head swiveled from side to side. Then, something bad happened. A chip of crystal broke off and, almost magnetically, stabbed into the spider.
Sniilari drew the crystal away from the spider, which was now fully upright and was higher than his frozen waist. He then began to feel a presence at the edge of his mind. It was oddly feminine and a first Sniilari began to look around for the source before realising what was in front of him. Noticing what it was, Sniilari began to enter the mind of the snow spider. It didn’t take long for him to realise that it was blank. Wondering if this new ability would make up for his inability to speak, Sniilari tried to make the creature understand him. It did. He poured as much useful information about the world and his skills into it, though he left out his memories.
Then he again reached out and said Your name is Aria. This may be confusing but I will explain as we travel. Can you take me North?
He heard Aria say My first minute alive and you already want me to do things for you !!
To which he responded If I am slow, people will die. Oh... Lets go then. You better tell me tell me what has happened.
Aria was easily able to cover that Sniilari would find difficult. The three week journey north was shortened to just one week, at the end of which Aria knew all about Sniilari’s travels. They noticed the ghasts around about nightfall. The main one drifted North while the others followed.
Sadly the mountains were now in sight and the ghast would reach the pass within the hour. Sniilari hadn’t really expected to stop the ghasts. So, what do we do now? Aria asked him telepathically. I change my body into something less cumbersome.
Aria was curious and she said Yes, I would like the same body that you choose.
So they walked west to the ocean, which took a day. After stopping at the frozen seas edge (a huge ice sheet) they continued south. The ice sheet often had “hills” of ice that stuck out through the otherwise flat landscape. After another two days they noticed a pair of hills that were actual islands that had been frozen to the mainland. One was bigger than the other and was a shapeless mound but the other had one side of cliff and the rest was shapeless hill. That wasn’t the best thing though. A small group of melons grew on the slopes of the smaller hill. Would they work as well as pumpkins?
It was there that Sniilari decided to stop moving. The sea was about ten minutes walk from the islands so they went there first. At the edge it was just water as far as the eye could see. Sniilari drew out his the ice blades that he had sharpened on the trip and began to reshape himself. He began by sculpting two crude feet out of snow. He used the blades on his hands to sculpt twelve balls of ice for his joints.He placed the ball of ice in each ankle then began building a two legs, separately. Each leg was able to bend and flex, thanks to the balls of ice. He had made them bend backwards to create a definite difference between them and humans. He found it simple to attach them. Next he made a hollow body with one side open and attached that too. Two arms, each having an elbow. Hands would be the last thing he made. It took him longest to build the head, sculpting the face to look good was a challenge. Attaching the head and neck was easy. Finally Sniilari had to do the hands. The result took him the same amount of time that it took to build the rest but Sniilari was pleased with the result. It was a simple matter to fit it all together.
Sniilari stood in front of his creation then he reached out and stabbed the void crystal into his new bodies neck, where it would easily come out. He the then sliced the ice, that covered the pumpkin that animated him, away. Perfect. He stabbed the blade on his hand into the new body.
Within minutes the new body was an ungainly extension of his hand He made that extension reach out and quick pull the pumpkin (which was perfectly lined up with its destination) into its chest cavity. Sniilari felt nothing - no change, he was still in control of both bodies though now he was having problems staying upright. With difficulty he willed his old bodies other arm to slice off the attached one.It somehow managed to hit straight and made a perfect cut.
Can you start on mine soon ! exclaimed Aria irritably. He did so and it was even better. Her face looked more realistic, her hands were better suited for grabbing things but above all, were the chains of crystals that served as hair. Sniilari planned give himself the same things. Once her body was done Sniilari held his new finger on the snow spider as tried he to make it move. To his surprise, it didn’t. Perhaps it needed another golem to control it. Funny, I can’t control it either, Aria thought to him. Perhaps it needs to have another pumpkin, He thought back. We have none. We could try a melon though.
And so they climbed the mountain, something that their new legs made possible. There were few melons on it but eventually they found one. They brought back four. They then attached one to the snow-spider and Sniilari tried to wake it. To his surprise though, he felt nothing, no empty mind, nothing. Even when Sniilari used the void crystal nothing happened. Sniilari sat down (for the first time) and tried to think of a reason why i wouldn’t work. Perhaps it needed a proper pumpkin to supply the life force. Melons were mostly water. Maybe it needed- Suddenly the snow spider took a step forward. He looked at it again and noticed that Aria had fused to it. Coming?
Snilarii’s only answer was to jump (another first) and and scramble (yet another first) onto the snow golem, and sit next to the melons as the snow-spider strode across the endless snows.
Part Two
Chapter Eleven - Last of the Endermen
They had been traveling among the snows for weeks. There were twenty of them and all had to do their bit to pull the tower across the snows, a task only made possible by void crystals. The tower was made of wood and had four wheels, like an oversized cart. They had found it not long after they had left the void crystal. Who had made it and why they didn’t know, for it was abandoned.
It consisted of a main room on the bottom (a five by five metre room), six smaller rooms on the next two stories and finally another room which had held ballistas. They had thrown the weapons out onto the snow and replaced it with the metre long shard of void crystal they had salvaged. The tower had shielded them from the lethal weather that had often occurred and for that, they were thankful.They were endermen (and enderwomen).
After they had been attacked by the nether-people and sent the strange creature of snow and ice to the snows, they had been attacked again. This time however, massive numbers of nether-people had overwhelmed them and smashed the void crystal. During the fight they had lost access to the Void-Ship they arrived in and now the group of twenty was marooned in the over-world, while the rest of their kind grew further and further away. At least they had managed to salvage at least one shard of void crystal and the stone required to grow it then teleported into the snows.
One of Endermen was called Caxalc. He, like all the others, knew that they were living on borrowed time. They kept telling themselves that they could make it south, to the human kingdoms, but in reality the journey was going to take a long time, in which a patrol was sure to notice them and kill them. A single ghast was capable of obliterating the entire building.
When morning came he entered the tower through the main door and climbed up to the room he shared with the enderman, Vecolu. He said nothing to Vecolu, just laid down on the floor and went to sleep.
He woke the next night just after the sun had set. Caxalc walked down the stairs and into the main room. The other endermen sat on the floor, telepathically communicating. The sooner we can ditch this thing the better! someone said.
In response Caxalc said I like this vehicle. It reminds me of home. Of Valerian. Our void-ship is gone. Thinking about it isn’t going to help. Caxalc whirled around to find Vecolu looking at him, the tell-tale flux of purple energies revealing he had just spoken.
Soon they were back to lugging the tower through the snow. Despite their supernatural abilities progress was slow and the tower was moving at less than walking speed. A pity they couldn’t teleport it, but they had never been anywhere near the human kingdoms. After many hours of travelling they stopped the tower and stood by the void crystal, drinking in its energies before resuming towing. Finally, the sun’s rays lit up the horizon and the endermen returned to their sleeping posts.
I have started a new Fanfic to try to stop me getting writers block. It's about a miner who get turned into a zombie and eventually defeats the leaders of a local town who have secretly been ******* the **** from the ***** and ******* those who ***** ***.
Here goes nothing
Prologue: Damn Furnace carts.
Ageri was a bland sort of guy, the average everyday type that worked at a normal job, in a normal town. The town was really called Jiun but the locals called it “The grind”. It was a normal frontier town, buildings arranged in a grid fashion with the town hall in the center and stone walls protecting them from the odd monster or bandit attack. Underneath the town a series of caves and tunnels extended out in almost every direction. They were empty of resources, all having being mined long ago. Rumors were that it extended down to bedrock but most people took them to be rumors.
Not so for Ageri. A career miner, he knew every inch of the caves right down to the last crevice. He had seen the bedrock with his own eyes. The next day the shaft had been sealed off but hey, I was still there.
What really drew people to The Grind was the chance to get rich quick in the mines. And while few ores were brought out these days the foreigners didn’t know that and came in their droves. The locals never told them the truth, without people to come and mine the town would shrivel and die. Experienced miners, like Ageri, were the ones who brought up the most minerals, being gutsy enough to go down to deep stations.
Deep stations were essentially huts underground where miners stayed. Most had at least five miners who would stay for weeks while scoping for minerals. They were treated as hermits and help was days away if something went wrong but the risk was worth the reward.
New deep stations were connected to the overworld with rail lines. These lines offered a quick way to any deep station though transporting humans were forbidden. It was not as if anyone cared though, everyone used them, even the rare safety officers (the lines were often diverted to lead them over a cliff, where they would be forced to navigate their way to the surface through dangerous tunnels. As a result, most inspectors carried weaponry and grappling hooks)
It was a normal beginning to a mining operation, Ageri was riding the trains solo, with a powered minecart chugging along behind him. The tunnel was fresh, with clean walls that had yet to be covered in soot. His mining gear was stored in a chest cart in front of him. The wind didn’t trouble him, the cart had been built to protect human passengers (even the minecart engineers didn’t care about the law). The track had few turns, the only one so far being the one that prevented him from falling into the ravine. Bored, he sunk deeper into the cart, wishing that the inbuilt lanterns provided more heat and that the tracks were new and provided a smoother ride. Slowly he started to fall asleep, despite the cold and constant jolting.
He woke up stiff and sore and immediately realised that something was wrong. What was it? Maybe the mine inspectors had changed something. Noticing light from up ahead he smiled. Almost there.
All of a sudden he realised what the problem was. He was on new tracks. Tracks that according to standard policy were tested rigorously, causing the bumpy ride. Looking down at them he realised two things. One, they weren’t at the proper standard. Probably forged in a furnace in the deep stations.Which meant that...Two he was on one of the fake tracks used to delay mining inspector arrival.
He ahead and saw the ravine that was glowing with a sadistic, cherry glow.His scream echoed off the cavern walls as he fell down to what he realised was almost certain death. He huddled in his cart before it hit and out cropping and he was thrown out. “AAAAAHHHHHHH” he screamed. Then he hit the ground on his knees and felt immense pain. But he was still alive. He smiled and sat up, feeling so happy and shocked. He could get out if he could just find his ladders.
BANG. A minecart landed next to him, which would have made him jump had he been able to use his legs. He started laughing hysterically then... he felt mind numbing pain as the furnace cart crushed his back. He heard his ribs break, and then he laid there for a few more seconds then everything faded from his mind.
And so Ageri died. May he rest in peace. (Actually I plan for this to be the part when he turns into a zombie and kills a bunch of people.)
Any helpful advice would be much welcomed ; thanks for reading!! Y
1. It isn't about damn Endermen, Notch, Steve, or Herobrine. Props to you.
2. It's not about Endermen, Notch, Steve, or Herobrine. Props!!!!
3. It's actually creative, and I can't copy+paste it to half the other stories here and end up reading the same story.
Good job!
(Yeah, it has endermen in it, but they aren't the main characters in the story.)
1. It isn't about damn Endermen, Notch, Steve, or Herobrine. Props to you.
2. It's not about Endermen, Notch, Steve, or Herobrine. Props!!!!
3. It's actually creative, and I can't copy+paste it to half the other stories here and end up reading the same story.
Good job!
(Yeah, it has endermen in it, but they aren't the main characters in the story.)
Sorry but i will involve them more
Oh and i don't plant to kill them off like Rosa, Sid, most of the villagers, countless blazes, etc, etc
So Sorry about poor spelling - The spellcheck for my computer is broken.
This is about a snow golem . A race from the far north has discovered how to build a war machine known as the blaze. They declared war on the two human kingdoms to the south resulting in the migration of thousands of monsters. The north kingdom built an immense wall to protect the other lands. This isn't totally effective as some caves go under the wall allowing passage. The south kingdom began experimentation with similar war machines. Like snow golems.
After a battle which he was the only survivor of, our hero began a journey North...
Part One
Prologue
The two remaining blazes suddenly grew tense. They drew back.All of a sudden six snowballs flew over his head, all of them striking the blazes. A pile of rods fell to the ground and the heat died away.He gratefully joined his rescuers as they moved on to the hill where the last golems desperately held out.
At first the 7 golems were able to smash their way through the attacking force, killing dozens of them. Being machines all their attention was focused on a single thing; the hill. It was of course too good to last and a few shot went awry. Those blazes then raised the alarm. Then all blazes fought back. In a single volley of fire all but two golems fell. Him and one other.A sudden volley of snowballs them drew the back the of the attention of the blazes, allowing him and the other golem to continue to the hill. This time, however, they weren't as stupid.
They arrived just in time. Another wave of blazes then joined the siege.They last tree of the forest stood on the very peak, untouched by the flames that burned all around it.All of a sudden most of it was burning. Forcing his way through the other snow golems, he made his way to the very centre. The battle was not going well. Snow and fire covered the hill. In the distance thunder rumbled. (yeah guys, I know, a little cliched but it's very important). It was impossible to see past the hill, the air was so clouded with fire snow and of course steam.
The golems fought valiantly but little by little those on the front line began to fall. Ranks and ranks were corroded by the hungry fire of the blaze. Eventually only those at the top of the hill remained. The sides dripped with warm water and dissolved blaze rods littered the ground. Joining in on the fringes, he was almost dead. All around him golems lay dying.More and more of the once great army died until it was just a tiny group on the fringes. On and on they fought until his tiny warband was totally surrounded.The top of the hill had been taken.
A volley of fireballs finished off his war band A couple fell on him before crumpling into slush, which melted as he watched. The pumkin rolled towards th He was alone. He was going to die. Then the miraculous happened. The thunderstorm that had been brewing on the horizon had come. The heavens opened. All around blazes fell apart, the magic that once sustained them quenched. Moving quickly to avoid death he slid down the hill until he was under a tiny ledge. Blazes died in the hundreds. Tumbling apart. Rods falling all over the ground. The ground was covered in a faint sheen of golden dust. The rain
Alone in the dark he waited. And waited. At last the sun rose and the rain stopped. He slowly moved around the battlefield, finishing off blazes and looking for other golems. That's instinct for you. Then a curious event happened. A strange creature, with two arms two legs and a head attached to a central body walked past.He followed it and watched it survey the battlefield. Once it stopped to kill a blaze that lay half dead in the dirt. Then it did something strange. In gathered up snow and placed it in a two metre high stack. Then it put something orange on top and watched it come to life.It was just like him. He watched sadly as the creature and new golem left. He remained at the battlefield for two more days then sadly slid away to the North.
Chapter One- Travels
For weeks and weeks he traveled north, slowly melting and dying. He was turning back to liquid.But still he kept traveling. He had no name, no intelligence, just instinct to keep him away from dangerous places and the undeniable will to go north. When he reached the river he had turned west and continued until he finally reached the fortress. Covered by a massive outcropping of rock it was in the shade. The walls were too tall to climb and were too big to travel around. Slowly moving past it he felt a strange sense purposelessness.Only when it was too far away to see it did he again feel the strange desire to move north again.
Heat was making him grow too weak to travel, the snow that made him up was becoming water. Little was left but a skeleton of ice and a covering of snow and slush.He in an isolated mountain pass when it happened. Dew had formed on him the previous night and now, in the morning a frost covered him. The slush turned hard and the dew added to his shape. It happened again and again while he was in the mountains. Once again he was strong and able to travel for another three to four months. Wordlessly he moved on, the faint trail of snow behind him now glinted like it was crushed diamond. Soon the mountains were nothing but a distant memory.
It was near some trees, the leaves of which leaves had started to fall to the ground. A small village shone with faint light. By the time he was anywhere near the village it was early morning. Remembering his last encounter with a village, he had planned to move on. He didn’t plan for a little female creature, like the one he had seen at the hill, to notice him and lob a snowball.
It hit him square in the face. Turning rapidly he quickly threw 2. One missed. The other nailed the girls back, pushing her over. She laughed. And threw another. He moved out of the way with a speed that could only have come from having your life depend on your dodging skills. Deciding to stay and play in his own his primitive mind was the first choice that he ever made. On and on they played until the sun was almost set. She then started walking back to the village. Mournfully, He kept moving north, following his instincts.
He hadn’t gotten far when the little girls scream rang out. Sliding fast on the trail of ice, he was able to reach the girl in less than a minute. She was backed up against a wall of stone with a ravine on one side and another cliff on the other. Blocking the only way out was a massive spider. Standing on top of the cliff he threw a snowball at the beast. It almost knocked the spider into the ravine. The spider turned and leapt towards him... Only to be knocked into the ravine. He remained still until he heard the sound of its shell breaking.
The little girl was sobbing with fear and had tears running down her cheeks. Without a word she grabbed the frozen over stick that used to be his arm and slowly led him to her village.
Chapter Two- Rosa
Wordlessly (for he totally lacked intelligence) he began follow her into the village. She took another look at him and allowed him to follow.
The people of the village stopped their work and conversations to stare at the unearthly being that followed the two girls.Behind him a faint murmur of curious voices arose. Finally they arrived at a grand building. The girl opened the door and talked to the parents for a bit. Finally the little girl squeaked “But he’s just over there”. A frightened elderly man looked out the door and slowly said “ Thank you. You saved my daughter and for that you will be tolerated here.” Then he shut the door in the face of the golem.
That night there was a frost. Layers of new ice covered his body. The pumpkin that made up his head was now totally covered. The spindly arms that once been bare were now layered in icicles. All of his body was now covered in a gleaming armour, two centimetres thick. When morning came the sparking edifice was added to. by sparkling studs. The little girl, wrapped in furs, came out of the door and looked around.
Noticing him standing in the corner she said “Grandpa sent me to get some milk.Come on!” Together they walked through the frosty streets to the edge of town.As with the previous day people stopped and stared, not saying a word. At a farm on the outskirts of town the girl knocked and said sweetly “Grandpa sent me to get some milk.”
Back into town she talked rapidly about random things, the cows, her parents and big sister, the kindly old woman next door, even about the snow. When the unlikely pair arrived at her house she said “Mum says that it’s wrong to name you but I will.” She stopped and thought for a moment “ I’m gonna call you Sniilari. My name’s Rosa” with that, she went inside.
Chapter three- Fitting in
Chatting, interacting and being named had a far greater impact than the Rosa had anticipated. Sillari was no longer ruled by instincts but by primitive thought. He was not truly conscious but could reason.
After another two hours she re-emerged. “Come on Sniilari, lets go play with my friends!”
Less people started now. They were adjusting to the new creature. Soon they arrived at a small house. After knocking at the door Rosa said “Well because, uh, my new friend is here I was wondering if you would get the others. ”
“Are you sure that thing is safe” she exclaimed. When Rosa mumbled something she called out “Children!” Three kids appeared at the door and the woman left. After a quick introduction (which contributed to Sniilari’s mental growth) he followed them around town.
Everyone in the village thought that Sniilari was dumb. He was but during his next three months Sniilari slowly became intelligent, able to speak and conscious. Neither Rosa nor any other people in the village knew of the remarkable change simply because Sniilari was unable to speak. He also learnt the names of many villagers, like the girl who had carried Rosa into town on his first day. Her name was Klearian and she was Rosa’s cousin.
One morning he was walking around with Rosa, Sid, and Klearian. They were talking about a strange race that had been attacking the human empire with machines of fire. A wall had been put up and it was immense. Then Rosa said “If they were to come Sniilari would save me again. He would save you too, wouldn’t you?
Sniilari nodded. Klearian’s eyes widened. Rosa asked if he had always understood what they said. He shook his head this time. The next hour passed rapidly as Rosa, Klearian and Klearian’s best friend, Sid, asked him multiple questions. By the end of the next day everyone in town knew that the Rosa’s strange creature could understand what they said and could respond.
Rosa’s Grandfather soon decided that Sniilari should work. He came to Sniilari and said “We know that you can understand me. So know this, you should work. Think of something, that would be useful, then do it.” Sniilari nodded.He spent the next few hours thinking what he could do under the shade of an oak tree. He wouldn’t be able to do much, not farming, not building, not forging, not wood cutting. He thought about himself. He was created for... for... for war! For the first time he remembered the battle he had fought in and the strange creature. A sudden realisation shocked him. The humans were the ones that had created him.
Thinking back to the task, he wondered if he could simply guard Rosa. Snowballs wouldn’t do it but if he tried to get two blades of ice on his hand he would be able to cut things. Things like trees and meat!
So everyday he would aid the village butcher, Gundfurst, to cut up meat. Then he would go with the village woodcutter and help him chop down trees in the forests. Rosa and her sister often came. For another month this cycle continued until one fateful day they arrived.
Chapter four- Burning
Rosa and Klearian were with him that day but the woodcutter was sick. they would sit on a stump or swim the river. Klearian lifted her head out of the water and said “ Something’s burning. We should go home. After Sniilari has washed his blades and the girls were dry he lead the way out of the forest. The burning smell grew stronger as they grew nearer to the village. Then, they could suddenly see the village. It burned.
Half the village was a plume of smoke. The other half was filled with people and yellow figures. Blazes. Every so often a person would try to run from the village. A swarm of yellow figures would come and reduce them to ash. Rosa immediately bolted for the village screaming “Mummy! Daddy!”.
Klearian yelled “Rosa! No!” but Rosa kept running. Desperately, they ran after her. She had almost made it to the village when the blazes noticed her. She screamed as they shot at her. She began to turn to ash as the flames hit. In second she was gone. "If they were to come Sniilari would save me.." Guilt racked him from pumpkin to base. He had failed " They would save you too.." He still had a promise to keep.
The pack of then began to attack Klearian. She screamed as they rose and flames licked their sides. They were so focused on killing her that they didn't notice Sniilari easily cleaving each one in two, the ice instantly cutting through their enchantment. Rosa took a deep breath then slowly and cautiously slipped into the village, Sniilari following her.
The villagers were in the town square being shackled by a group of people and too many blazes to fight. A few bodies lay in the square and most of the buildings were burning. Something was wrong with their captors though, they were much skinnier than a normal human. They wore red armour that glowed with the faint trace of flames.
Klearian ran over to them when they began to beat the woman that Sniilari guessed was her mother. She landed a blow on the guards face before another kicked her then restrained her.Kicking and screaming she was draSniilari watched as the last people were shackled into a chain then led away. At the very end was Klearian. She looked at a body in the main square then looked at Sniilari. Then she was dragged away.
Sniilari waited for a few minutes while the figures left then rushed over to the body. He rolled it over and then realised it was Sid. Sid groaned and only then did he realise that Sid was alive. Using the blades on his hands too cool the numerous burns, Sniilari realised that he was not going to survive. Sid stirred and groaned “Klearian!”Sniilari shook his head. Sid sat up. “Listen to me. I need to tell you how you came to be and why.”
Chapter five- Origins
To the south the two human kingdoms, one to the north and one to the south, were becoming worried. Most northern towns and cities had walls built. Then they started to wall of the entire country. The greatest of all mankind's achievements was built within a year. It was never totally successful because of the caves and ravines but it has protected us for many a year. The southern kingdom couldn’t care less.
Nobody ever wondered why the monsters had fled their nests and caves. Then the reason attacked. Creatures of fire and a strange metal appeared one day during a cloudless night. They were spurned on by a race of lanky humanoids. The wall held though but news of the event reached the south within a matter of days.
The south began to experiment with the construction of their own war machines.They never quite managed it perfectly because their machines fell apart in the snow. Next they found that other machines could be built out snow. They could be activated by attaching something living to then. The machine would leech the life force of it.A test between the new creations was quickly set up. It was however disrupted by rain. They would take you and cut you up if they caught you, stay away.
By now the fire people had discovered the caves and had began to enslave the inhabitants. We are the latest victims. At least you know where they went-”Sid was now barely whispering the words and was racked by sudden coughing fit .“Down the ravine” he whispered. He tried to say one last thing but he made no sound. Sid took one last breath and released it. He was gone too.
Chapter six- The crystal shrine
The cave seemed to slowly travel downwards. He was ever thankful for the fact that blaze powder was luminous, keeping him on the right track. After walking for what seemed like hours on the same tunnel the cave finally forked. The trail of powder led him to the left.
No far up the track Sniilari became aware that light was streaming in from around the corner. For the first time he realised that the walls were marble. He turned the corner to find a small trickle of molten rock flowing down the cave. The trail of golden powder simply bypassed the magma by going around it. So did Sniilari. He continued on for what felt like a day.
He first noticed the chamber he was metres away from it. It was an an immense room with dozens of caves stretching off it. Lava trickled from a wall and down channels, lighting the room. On the edge a flight of stairs led down. The walls were lined with stone bricks. That wasn’t the most interesting spectacle. In the centre of the room an immense crystal rose from the ground. It was a translucent green in colour. Around it was a moat that stretched down through the rock into a vast void. The crystal was floating in mid air though rope bridges attached were attached to it.
Sniilari was so awestruck by the crystal he didn’t notice what was around him. Dead blazes and some of the lanky humanoids. Then with a faint popping sound strange, tall, black creatures surrounded him.
Why? A strange questioning presence filled his head. Speak, oh creature of the snows.
When Sniilari remained silent he could tell that the creatures were becoming frustrated.
Oh. A feeling of realisation now entered his head (or pumpkin) through the presence.Imagine saying your word and we will understand. They did.
After a brief exchange the creature said Enough. They came and thought that they could force us to hand over the crystal. They did not reckon with our abilities when they killed the guardian. Half of their party fled while the other remains here. Know this though. We arrived in this realm many millennia ago. We came seeking the crystals that formed in the void. They are the source of our power. Many have embedded themselves in the bedrock of your realm. Some, however, grew so large while in the void, they smashed through the bedrock and created rooms like these. The crystal slowly grows, enabling us to harvest it. We know few of the uses. There is also another realm. We call it the nether. It is a realm that split off from your own before we arrived. No crystals ever survived that realm so we had no reason to visit. It is there where those you pursue dwell. They use humans to build and mine resources. When human workers grow weak the nether race use their bodies to build blazes. We are creatures of darkness though and the nether kills us in moments. Eventually they will set their sights on us, the Endermen, too...
Chapter seven-The Fortress
There. That may aid you in your travels. Which will take you far.
Sensing a questioning doubt from Sniilari, it said; I have the gift of foresight, oh Creature of The Snows.
The Enderman had now returned to the group. It paused. After a moment Sniilari worked out that the creatures were debating something. After making a dismissive gesture it paused for a second. Then it did the unexpected. Reaching with a long black arm, it said Farewell.
Then everything seemed to twist. The Endermen and the crystal shrine seemed to become distorted then vanished. Sniilari became aware of a rushing noise far off. Coming closer... All he could see was white or was it black. They blotted out everything but occurred simultaneously. Suddenly he caught a brief glimpse of a totally alien place. A flying island of white stone. Dotted with Endermen and immense pillars. From far away he heard the roar of an immense beast that was almost-
It was gone again. A tunnel of flashing lights and an abyss so cold and dark he felt like dust. It felt like being stretched, ripped into countless pieces. It felt like being in a bubble that was moving forward, through solid rock. A vision suddenly appeared at the end of the tunnel, like a glass wall that seemed to be all around him. He smashed into it then it felt like he was being crushed, again being forced into 3 dimensions.
Suddenly he was standing on a snowy field with mountains far in the distance. Beside him he saw a trial where the ground had been trampled flat by a large number of people. Not that he was able to comprehend what had just happened. Sniilari felt light. He slid aimlessly across- stream of frightened people walked down it-. The tundra while hallucinations of people that he knew were all around him. A crowd of priests surrounded him, each shaking the same book. Rosa danced in front of him leaving a trail of ash at her feet. And all the while the terrible crushing followed him “Come on Sniilari, follow me!”
Onwards she led him across the snows, leaving no footprints, just ash. She stopped next to a burnt out circle, where the grass still smoldered. “Come on-on-orn, pick it up-up-up-ohip. It'll be fun-fun-furn. He did so. All of a sudden he felt the terrible pressure vanish. It was ecstasy.
Who was he? How did he get here? A girl. What was her name? A crystal. He held it in his hands. Hands? No, between two iced sticks. Moving swiftly he plunged it through the icy carapace that had protected him. Now he couldn’t lose it. For the first time in his life Sniilari felt truly strong. He looked around for anything that could be useful. The Endermen sent him here for a reason. What was it?
To the north, a range of mountains stood. A single mountain pass went through them. That and the enormous red fortress that stood guarding the pass. It was immense. Twisting spires sprouted from it like watchtowers. Around it white things flew, one occasionally letting a bolt of fire to the North. Shadowy figures patrolled the fortress constantly. The mountains were mostly cliffs. The north was impassable. The west was a frozen ocean. The south and east stretched on to the horizon, broken only by rivers of ice. A flat featureless plain of endless snow and ice. Wait... Was that a pumpkin growing by a small mound (to the south)?
Sniilari walked over to it and remembered Sid’s words “...machines could be built out snow. They could be activated by attaching something living to then” It could be useful. He picked it up with his frozen hands. The last thing he needed was to be noticed by the white things; Time to go.
Chapter 8-The dead
When night did come, a group of nether-men and a blaze came and placed the bricks around the perimeter, and the blaze would light them. After this was done the nether-men feasted on meat and threw the scraps at the villagers. Sniilari watched, his silent anger growing. Eventually the men went to sleep, though blazes still stood watch and constantly patrolled the perimeter. Easy kills. Sniilari ghosted after them until one stopped. He swung the frozen blade forth and sliced through the space between the blaze rods.
The creature collapsed in a heap of rods. Last to fall was the head piece, which comically hit the pile and rolled away. Soon most of the perimeter guards were in this state. Most were unaware but two had managed to fire fireballs, which both missed. The flames that licked the blaze’s bodies had fell with the blaze, clinging to the rods before burning out.
Sniilari now had to deal with the remainder of machines, not to mention the nether-people. Creeping slowly closer, he wondered how he could do it. Perhaps with a distraction of some sort. The moon suddenly shone from behind a cloud, illuminating the plains and the only tree in sight. Lighting the tree. The idea suddenly sprung from his mind. Fire. Where was fire?
The bricks that littered the ground should be ample.
Sniilari backed off, away from the camp. He noticed a brick at his feet that still burned and picked it up. The inhabitants of the camp were still unaware of what he was doing. The nether-people and the villagers slept while the blazes stood guard. The blazes might be setting a new patrol soon and then they would discover the remains of the previous patrol.
Thankfully the journey to the tree was short (it took only ten minutes) and there were no obstacles like caves, ravines and frozen rivers. Once he had climbed the hill that the tree stood on it was plain sailing. Placing the brick into a small hollow it the tree, he looked back at the camp. It appeared normal. Hopefully the tree would take a couple of minutes to warm up enough to burn and in the meantime Sniilari was determined to be on the other side of camp when the flames spread. He looked at his arms. The ice that covered them had melted, leaving a wet stick. Fortunately the damage was small and he could heal himself next time he found water. Or, better still, shape himself a new body. The idea had occurred to him before but now it was very, very appealing.
He shook himself and reminded himself that he had a job to do. The route he took back to camp was a long arc and he considered his idea very thoroughly on the way. Climbing to the top of the hill, he noticed a very strange sight. It was a giant spider and something was riding it. Bones. Human skull and bones. Assembled in a grotesque shape, mimicking the human or humans they had once belonged to. It held a weapon which Sniilari remembered Rosa calling a bow. A bone arrow, with flights of rotting flesh, was nocked despite the fact the bow wasn’t drawn.
Suddenly the abomination whipped his head around, looking directly at Sniilari. The beast it rode followed suit. Sniilari raised the blades of ice to the light. The spider backed off slightly at this but the skeleton turned to look at the camp, ignoring Sniilari. Then it noticed the tree which had begun to burn and cocked its head like it was confused. Confused as to what the beasts were doing, Sniilari began to move towards the camp.
The tree was now a raging inferno. At camp it was clearly visible. Most of the blazes had left the camp to investigate and Sniilari silently counted off the remaining ones. One. Two. Three. Four. Five.Six. Seven. Seven blazes. Why not? He had taken out five at once before they could even let off a shot or three. He charged them.
He was three metres away from them when they first noticed him. Before they could even turn around he had already killed one. The others seemed to hesitate and while they did so he sliced through another's enhancements. Flames now spurted from the remaining five though another’s fire never grew to full potential before it fell. They stood still for a second while their fires charged and this gave another time to die. Instead of attacking the remaining three, he leapt aside, dodging the lethal missiles. Another two fell before they could spout flames again and the last was easy prey.
He was gone as soon as he could recover, to wake Klearian. He stood by her and shook her shoulder with his blade. She stirred and then realised what was happening. “ The-the keys are on the litter. Bring them to me; they require much precision. He slid off quickly towards the litter, which now sat upon the ground.
The keys were not on the lower levels of the litter. After searching among the sack of metal scraps in vain he noticed that the keys were on top of the stacks of the red stone, glinting in the light.He grabbed them and was next to Klearian when the screams and howls started. He looked around for the source, likewise the villagers (who had just been awakened) and the nether-people.
A pitched battle was being fought under the remains of the tree. Blazes were fighting waves of undead, more skeletons and hordes of rotting humans. Occasionally groups of blazes tried to break for the camp but were damaged by bone arrows, then the broken scraps were torn apart by zombies. Not that the undead weren't taking heavy losses, burned zombie littered the ground (the scraps which then dragged themselves back into the fray, eager for battle ) The blazes were outnumbered 4-1 and there was little hope of non-undead victory.
Then, horribly, one of the nether people screamed and soon more howls and undead began to surround the camp. “You idiots! You ruined our only defence and now were going to die...!! screamed a hysterical nether-person.
Light filled Sniilari’s vision. His frozen body was wreathed in intense heat. In seconds he would die. He heard a roaring sound all around him. He crumpled like burning paper. The frozen carapace that had protected him for so long was simply falling apart, the rest of him was doing the same. A vague feeling of terror invaded his body. The heat was poison. It felt like being burned alive Suddenly he felt something else. A sliver of cold that was drawing the heat out of him. The void crystal. Then he felt a bubble of the cold expand through his body. It was ecstatic but he was still the weakest he had ever been. The light then died and Sniilari was able to see again.
What he saw shocked him. First, he was covered in a purple bubble. It expanded until it reached the edge of his body and it was like a second skin, covering his body. Secondly, there wasn’t much left of his body. Half the carapace of ice had melted, leaving random patches where his soft centre was exposed. Not that there was much soft centre left, where the shell of ice had melted so had patches of snow. Sniilari would have crumpled into a pile of snow and ice without the void crystal
Thirdly, the state of the zombie horde. Where they had once stood there were only piles of ash and the odd limb that wandered about aimlessly. Craters dotted the ground here and most of the area was free of snow. Fourthly, the giant white jellyfish that floated about the night sky. They were rather shapeless, a rounded body with a flat underside. Tentacles protruded from the base while eyes and a mouth were visible from its side. Most were about four metres by four metres with a small stone basket dangling from the bottom (complete with nether - man rider!) but one was immense, something around about 20 metre by twenty metres. It was covered with strips of red rock that probably served as armour. They went vertically and horizontally and must have cover three-quarters of the ghasts surface.
From its tentacles dangled a small building, that was attached to the ghast by numerous red ropes. It was made out of red stone and consisted of a simple square with a smaller one on the front. It had windows that suggested a lack of concern for damage (invading an empire of humans is not with its casualties) but on closer inspection they were heavily armoured. Nestled among the tentacles was another, smaller building. They were connected with ropes. As Sniilari watched, a basket moved down the ropes and into a purpose-built hole. Slowly the creature descended. The villagers looked on with terror. Klearith yelled for Sniilari to run and he did.
Hating himself as he did so, Sniilari fled across the tundra. His decaying body left a trail in the snow that would make him easy to track but he didn’t care. The stars twinkled above, mocking him with their positive, cheery light. Over hills and ponds, river and ravines. Finally, he stopped on a hill and watched the ghast lift the buildings to the north. The cloud of smaller ghasts followed it. He had been so close! He just stood on the tundra, not wanting to go on.
Chapter ten - Aria
As he slid over to it he debated whether or not he should make another golem. It wouldn’t hurt would it? What if it’s dumb and doesn’t do what I want it to? It probably won’t even work. What gives me the right to create life and order it about? After thinking over it, a new thought came into his head; I will need help to deal with the nether-people.
He was inspired by the spider jockey and so he spent the next hour shaping a spider-like body. First he started with body, a two metre by two metre affair, with a cradle for the pumpkin in the centre, then built a wide sort of thorax for him to sit on. Next came the eight legs which had to have balls of ice at the joints. Then he cleared the snow from around it. Lastly the head. He picked up the pumpkin and placed it inside the harness. Nothing happened.
Disappointed, Sniilari stood back and thought about what he knew about himself. Creature of ice and snow. Animated with the life force of a pumpkin. Wait. Ice. It needs to be part ice!! Sniilari used both hands to pull the void crystal out of himself. He touched the ice spider with it.
Frost spread across the snow. Slowly the ice spider stirred.Its legs pulled downwards and the head swiveled from side to side. Then, something bad happened. A chip of crystal broke off and, almost magnetically, stabbed into the spider.
Sniilari drew the crystal away from the spider, which was now fully upright and was higher than his frozen waist. He then began to feel a presence at the edge of his mind. It was oddly feminine and a first Sniilari began to look around for the source before realising what was in front of him. Noticing what it was, Sniilari began to enter the mind of the snow spider. It didn’t take long for him to realise that it was blank. Wondering if this new ability would make up for his inability to speak, Sniilari tried to make the creature understand him. It did. He poured as much useful information about the world and his skills into it, though he left out his memories.
Then he again reached out and said Your name is Aria. This may be confusing but I will explain as we travel. Can you take me North?
He heard Aria say My first minute alive and you already want me to do things for you !!
To which he responded If I am slow, people will die.
Oh... Lets go then. You better tell me tell me what has happened.
Aria was easily able to cover that Sniilari would find difficult. The three week journey north was shortened to just one week, at the end of which Aria knew all about Sniilari’s travels. They noticed the ghasts around about nightfall. The main one drifted North while the others followed.
Sadly the mountains were now in sight and the ghast would reach the pass within the hour. Sniilari hadn’t really expected to stop the ghasts. So, what do we do now? Aria asked him telepathically.
I change my body into something less cumbersome.
Aria was curious and she said Yes, I would like the same body that you choose.
So they walked west to the ocean, which took a day. After stopping at the frozen seas edge (a huge ice sheet) they continued south. The ice sheet often had “hills” of ice that stuck out through the otherwise flat landscape. After another two days they noticed a pair of hills that were actual islands that had been frozen to the mainland. One was bigger than the other and was a shapeless mound but the other had one side of cliff and the rest was shapeless hill. That wasn’t the best thing though. A small group of melons grew on the slopes of the smaller hill. Would they work as well as pumpkins?
It was there that Sniilari decided to stop moving. The sea was about ten minutes walk from the islands so they went there first. At the edge it was just water as far as the eye could see. Sniilari drew out his the ice blades that he had sharpened on the trip and began to reshape himself. He began by sculpting two crude feet out of snow. He used the blades on his hands to sculpt twelve balls of ice for his joints.He placed the ball of ice in each ankle then began building a two legs, separately. Each leg was able to bend and flex, thanks to the balls of ice. He had made them bend backwards to create a definite difference between them and humans. He found it simple to attach them. Next he made a hollow body with one side open and attached that too. Two arms, each having an elbow. Hands would be the last thing he made. It took him longest to build the head, sculpting the face to look good was a challenge. Attaching the head and neck was easy. Finally Sniilari had to do the hands. The result took him the same amount of time that it took to build the rest but Sniilari was pleased with the result. It was a simple matter to fit it all together.
Sniilari stood in front of his creation then he reached out and stabbed the void crystal into his new bodies neck, where it would easily come out. He the then sliced the ice, that covered the pumpkin that animated him, away. Perfect. He stabbed the blade on his hand into the new body.
Within minutes the new body was an ungainly extension of his hand He made that extension reach out and quick pull the pumpkin (which was perfectly lined up with its destination) into its chest cavity. Sniilari felt nothing - no change, he was still in control of both bodies though now he was having problems staying upright. With difficulty he willed his old bodies other arm to slice off the attached one.It somehow managed to hit straight and made a perfect cut.
Can you start on mine soon ! exclaimed Aria irritably. He did so and it was even better. Her face looked more realistic, her hands were better suited for grabbing things but above all, were the chains of crystals that served as hair. Sniilari planned give himself the same things. Once her body was done Sniilari held his new finger on the snow spider as tried he to make it move. To his surprise, it didn’t. Perhaps it needed another golem to control it.
Funny, I can’t control it either, Aria thought to him.
Perhaps it needs to have another pumpkin, He thought back.
We have none. We could try a melon though.
And so they climbed the mountain, something that their new legs made possible. There were few melons on it but eventually they found one. They brought back four. They then attached one to the snow-spider and Sniilari tried to wake it. To his surprise though, he felt nothing, no empty mind, nothing. Even when Sniilari used the void crystal nothing happened. Sniilari sat down (for the first time) and tried to think of a reason why i wouldn’t work. Perhaps it needed a proper pumpkin to supply the life force. Melons were mostly water. Maybe it needed- Suddenly the snow spider took a step forward. He looked at it again and noticed that Aria had fused to it.
Coming?
Snilarii’s only answer was to jump (another first) and and scramble (yet another first) onto the snow golem, and sit next to the melons as the snow-spider strode across the endless snows.
Part Two
Chapter Eleven - Last of the Endermen
It consisted of a main room on the bottom (a five by five metre room), six smaller rooms on the next two stories and finally another room which had held ballistas. They had thrown the weapons out onto the snow and replaced it with the metre long shard of void crystal they had salvaged. The tower had shielded them from the lethal weather that had often occurred and for that, they were thankful.They were endermen (and enderwomen).
After they had been attacked by the nether-people and sent the strange creature of snow and ice to the snows, they had been attacked again. This time however, massive numbers of nether-people had overwhelmed them and smashed the void crystal. During the fight they had lost access to the Void-Ship they arrived in and now the group of twenty was marooned in the over-world, while the rest of their kind grew further and further away. At least they had managed to salvage at least one shard of void crystal and the stone required to grow it then teleported into the snows.
One of Endermen was called Caxalc. He, like all the others, knew that they were living on borrowed time. They kept telling themselves that they could make it south, to the human kingdoms, but in reality the journey was going to take a long time, in which a patrol was sure to notice them and kill them. A single ghast was capable of obliterating the entire building.
When morning came he entered the tower through the main door and climbed up to the room he shared with the enderman, Vecolu. He said nothing to Vecolu, just laid down on the floor and went to sleep.
He woke the next night just after the sun had set. Caxalc walked down the stairs and into the main room. The other endermen sat on the floor, telepathically communicating. The sooner we can ditch this thing the better! someone said.
In response Caxalc said I like this vehicle. It reminds me of home. Of Valerian.
Our void-ship is gone. Thinking about it isn’t going to help. Caxalc whirled around to find Vecolu looking at him, the tell-tale flux of purple energies revealing he had just spoken.
Soon they were back to lugging the tower through the snow. Despite their supernatural abilities progress was slow and the tower was moving at less than walking speed. A pity they couldn’t teleport it, but they had never been anywhere near the human kingdoms. After many hours of travelling they stopped the tower and stood by the void crystal, drinking in its energies before resuming towing. Finally, the sun’s rays lit up the horizon and the endermen returned to their sleeping posts.
I have started a new Fanfic to try to stop me getting writers block. It's about a miner who get turned into a zombie and eventually defeats the leaders of a local town who have secretly been ******* the **** from the ***** and ******* those who ***** ***.
Here goes nothing
Prologue: Damn Furnace carts.
Not so for Ageri. A career miner, he knew every inch of the caves right down to the last crevice. He had seen the bedrock with his own eyes. The next day the shaft had been sealed off but hey, I was still there.
What really drew people to The Grind was the chance to get rich quick in the mines. And while few ores were brought out these days the foreigners didn’t know that and came in their droves. The locals never told them the truth, without people to come and mine the town would shrivel and die. Experienced miners, like Ageri, were the ones who brought up the most minerals, being gutsy enough to go down to deep stations.
Deep stations were essentially huts underground where miners stayed. Most had at least five miners who would stay for weeks while scoping for minerals. They were treated as hermits and help was days away if something went wrong but the risk was worth the reward.
New deep stations were connected to the overworld with rail lines. These lines offered a quick way to any deep station though transporting humans were forbidden. It was not as if anyone cared though, everyone used them, even the rare safety officers (the lines were often diverted to lead them over a cliff, where they would be forced to navigate their way to the surface through dangerous tunnels. As a result, most inspectors carried weaponry and grappling hooks)
It was a normal beginning to a mining operation, Ageri was riding the trains solo, with a powered minecart chugging along behind him. The tunnel was fresh, with clean walls that had yet to be covered in soot. His mining gear was stored in a chest cart in front of him. The wind didn’t trouble him, the cart had been built to protect human passengers (even the minecart engineers didn’t care about the law). The track had few turns, the only one so far being the one that prevented him from falling into the ravine. Bored, he sunk deeper into the cart, wishing that the inbuilt lanterns provided more heat and that the tracks were new and provided a smoother ride. Slowly he started to fall asleep, despite the cold and constant jolting.
He woke up stiff and sore and immediately realised that something was wrong. What was it? Maybe the mine inspectors had changed something. Noticing light from up ahead he smiled. Almost there.
All of a sudden he realised what the problem was. He was on new tracks. Tracks that according to standard policy were tested rigorously, causing the bumpy ride. Looking down at them he realised two things. One, they weren’t at the proper standard. Probably forged in a furnace in the deep stations.Which meant that...Two he was on one of the fake tracks used to delay mining inspector arrival.
He ahead and saw the ravine that was glowing with a sadistic, cherry glow.His scream echoed off the cavern walls as he fell down to what he realised was almost certain death. He huddled in his cart before it hit and out cropping and he was thrown out. “AAAAAHHHHHHH” he screamed. Then he hit the ground on his knees and felt immense pain. But he was still alive. He smiled and sat up, feeling so happy and shocked. He could get out if he could just find his ladders.
BANG. A minecart landed next to him, which would have made him jump had he been able to use his legs. He started laughing hysterically then... he felt mind numbing pain as the furnace cart crushed his back. He heard his ribs break, and then he laid there for a few more seconds then everything faded from his mind.
And so Ageri died. May he rest in peace. (Actually I plan for this to be the part when he turns into a zombie and kills a bunch of people.)
yep, continued a bit today
1. It isn't about damn Endermen, Notch, Steve, or Herobrine. Props to you.
2. It's not about Endermen, Notch, Steve, or Herobrine. Props!!!!
3. It's actually creative, and I can't copy+paste it to half the other stories here and end up reading the same story.
Good job!
(Yeah, it has endermen in it, but they aren't the main characters in the story.)
Sorry but i will involve them more
Oh and i don't plant to kill them off like Rosa, Sid, most of the villagers, countless blazes, etc, etc