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Hello! As you can see this is my first fanfiction and third real novel worked on (others titled Intrepid and The Roar in the Sky) but I have never thought about replicating Minecraft into a novel until I read End by 1Dani, which inspired to create a novel themed to Minecraft. Don't worry about the title, as I am not a Satanist or atheist, it's just the coolest title I could come up with
I will try to update this as much as possible, but seeing as writer's block is something I've experienced many times over, there is no guarantee to when it will be updated. So please enjoy!
Chapter One - My Story(Cobalt)
A snore and a grunt sounds from the bunk above me. I try my best to ignore it, he snored sometimes, but two more grunts sound. Loud. Jolted awake, I dare to open one eye. I barely make out two guards that had aroused the slave above me, trying to subdue him.
That's right. I said slave. You see, when they attacked, we had no choice. We couldn't fight, we were outnumbered ten to one. When the bloodbath ended, Half of our original population were lined up, only to be executed. My mother was one of them. The other fourth of us were forced to trek 60 miles on feet under the snow, bound in chains, while they rode in chariots with canopies.
Rage coursed through my veins. They had did this. It was their fault! I wanted to tackle them both and make them cry in agony, to draw blood, when a thud sounds and I realize they finally subdue the prisoner. He's around forty, with a muscular build, and with a horrifying shock I recognize the blacksmith. His worried face glances at me, with a terrible, resigned expression on his face, then the gates open and he's gone.
I shake at the metal screeching as the door shuts and then two faces, across from me, open, shining, green and blue, in the night. They're panicked, but when they see me they calm down. I smile, knowing no one can see me, because one of them is my best friend.
In a hushed voice they ask me what happened, after taking care not to be seen, or heard, by the guards.
"Cob, what happened?" one of them asks.
"The blacksmith's gone. They took him."
"Curse those Knaves!"
"It's too late, he's probably dead or dying right now," I sob.
"We need to -"
The gates creak open again. We fall silent at once, though he's probably already heard us. "Who was jabberin'?" he exclaims in a gruff voice. "Step out and show yourself, or I'll finish all three of you!"
Minutes pass, and fade into hours. My tears slowly dry, and after what seems an eternity, I glance over and find the two eyes, scared to death. I knew how they felt. And I needed to keep them safe. I gulp, take a deep breath, and slip out of my bunk.
"I did it. I spoke out."
"I can picture the horror on my friends' faces, but they stay silent. "I see. Follow me, boy." He turn, hand gripped on sword, and exits. I walk, each step becoming slower then my last, certain of death. But I'm lucky for now. He tosses me into a room with a single bed and a crafting bench, with a meal of bread and a melon slice. "Get some strength, you'll need it. For tommorow." With that, the guard walks away, leaving me with my thoughts and a slice of watermelon.
I was punching the walls in frustration. There could be only one thing I was going to do : die. He could've dropped a hint, I think. If I could just get my hands on some iron or cobblestone...
"That's it!" I exclaim. If I had the strength, I could knock out a guard in the morning, de-craft his armor and weapon, and escape with my friends! You see, they had decided that escape, however futile any attempts are, must be impossible. That is why we stand here, at bedrock layer, sweating and breathing air that was stale long ago. I decided that I would sleep and perform my act in the morning.
At least they don't have cold nights here, I thought. The low y-level of the prison made the heat unbearable, but right now it was only warm. I rolled over, and began to think about my friends. No doubt they were very worried or sorrowful, and I was sure they hadn't got a wink of sleep after I was taken. For some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about what the guard said. "Get some strength, you'll need it. For tommorow." Why? What would happen tomorrow? I wanted, I needed to know, but a little voice in my head told me to get some rest. I finished off the bread in my hands, brushed some crumbs off, and closed my eyes. Rest is what I needed, but unfortunately I didn't get any.
Chapter Two - Jailbreak (Cobalt)
It felt like barely a few hours when a rumble woke me. I opened my eyes and found a guard, pounding on the prison wall. "Get up, scumbag. You're in for a treat today," he said. "I hope he makes it quick, though I won't bet on it. He has a croud to please." His words struck me confused. Why would he have a croud to please? And surely execution would be quick, because I know nothing. My mind swam with many, so many, more questions but somehow I can remember the plan. The plan. I need to carry out the plan.
Another rumble sounds. This one is loud. "Hurry up, youth, we haven't got all day!" I groan and drag myself out of the cloth, pretending to be weak and sleepy. When he unlocks the gate and it swings open, I suddenly bring my knee up into his stomach. I see his eyes bulge inches away from mine, and they show fear. I feel a hint of remorse, hesitation, but his body hits the ground with a thud. I remember; I have limited time.
I slip off his armor pants - thank goodness he's wearing underwear - and bring it to the ground. It shatters into five iron ingots (two were lost due to it not having been in perfect condition when it was de-crafted) and I shove these into my pocket. They're heavier then I remember.
I take his chestplate off, and de-craft that too. It breaks into seven ingots, which I take two of and a stick from a torch blazing on the wall and craft a sword. As the materials press into each other to form an iron sword, I grin. A chance of escape is something I could only dream of until now. Finally I have a chance. And I better not blow it.
The iron sword stops forming and solidifies. At last! I feel my hopes rise as I lift the heavy, unfamiliar blade. For months I had dreamed of this moment. I take a deep breath and dash out the door, right into a guard's stomach. "What th-" He's barely had time to say, drawing out a dagger, when my sword's hilt catches his neck. He crumples and my ear register a sickening crunch. He lies, spread eagled, on the floor. I jump over him and sprint onwards.
I round a corner and find a single guard on duty outside the cell that holds my friends. I grasp the hilt of my sword so tightly my knuckles turn pale, and rush him. He turns and yells out in surprise before my blade stabs into his arm. The resulting howl results in three more guards being roused. When they see me, they draw their daggers and charge.
They're bigger then me, but when the first one comes adrenaline pumps through my body. As the knife flies by my neck, I'm already kicking into his chest with all my strength, yelling out fror maximum surprise. His eyes widen as he bites the dust.
The other two grin, striking me warily. The guards that lie on the floor are groaning in agony, tugging at my heels. As one of them strikes at my feet, I jump just in time. I land hard on his outstretched hand, and his voice must've crossed clear over 5 chunks. But as soon as I hit the ground, a guard stabs me.
My vision begins to blur as I approach the ground. I hear the man yell again as my whole body weight drops onto his arm, but the two intact guard grab my feet and hands and lift me up. My friends, apparently aroused by the guard's yell, gasp in horror. I wish I could call out to them. "I'm fine..."
Suddenly a second wave of pure adrenaline rushes through my body. I'm not done yet! I think, clenching my teeth. But it's now or never. I kick outwards, will all my newfound strength. The guard doesn't even have time to cry out, but my legs do as they hit the ground hard. A sharp pain shoots up my legs, but I grit my teeth. The other guard says, "Wha-" when my fists find his arm. We both hit the ground with the air taken out of our lungs, but I recover first. I dive onto his body, pinning him down, then swiftly hit him on his head. He didn't have a chance to react.
I dash back to the cell. There, lie my two friends, Ryvia and Next. "What happened, Cobalt?" asks Ryvia, as I rummage through the pockets of the first guard.
"I'll explain later," I respond, holding up a key. But first, let's get you guys out of her-"
Next yells a sound that pierced my ears. "What?" I ask. He points behind me just as a hand grabs my arm turning the key in the lock and yanks it high. The key falls to the floor. "Let go!" I yell through clenched teeth.
"I don't think so. Your little, ah, escapade is over.
He twists my arm higher. I yell out, kicking and screaming, but he seems to enjoy my pitiful attempts. My friends scream over and over until my vision turns black. It's all over...
Chapter Three - Flashback(Cobalt)
I, somehow, relive the night they came to our village. It's as clear as glass, I remember myself waking up that fateful day, six months ago. I can remember the sunlight streaming through my curtains and into my face as if it were yesterday.
I realized I was awake. I hadn't known whether I was sound or not until my eyes opened, instantly blinded by the harsh sun. I groaned and suddenly my father bursts through my door. My father.
"Get up, Cob, today's your birthday!" He said.
"Usually, I prefer to sleep in when I get older."
"Not when you're turning sixteen!"
"I wouldn't care if I was turning six or sixty, I'd like to sleep in."
"Your friends Ryvia and Next are already here though."
"Give me a minute, ok?"
"Fine... The door shuts behind him. I remember exhaling, and being relaxed, and right when my eyes closed Next and Ryvia crash through my door. I bolted upwards.
"What now?" I yelled.
"You're sixteen now. Sixteen!" shout Ryvia.
"Think of the stuff you could do!" yells Next.
"Fine, lemme get up." I slipped out of bed, strapped on my tunic over my pajamas, and walked over to my friends, throwing one arm around Next and the other around Ryvia. "Lead the way, Next!"
Next smiled. "With pleasure." We all took a step together downstairs.
That's when our house exploded.
Suddenly a great force and an earsplitting sound hurled me into the air, down the stairs. I hit my head hard on the banister and Ryvia tumbled past me, continuing to fall until she hit the ground and passed out cold. Next smashed into me and we both fell onto the floor, next to Ryvia.
"What the Ghast?" yelled Next to my right.
"I don't know!" shouted my father to my back. "Let me help you up!"
"Ok, dad," I groaned. My father's warm arms suddenly came up under me and I was hoisted off the floor, jolting in my father's arms. I wanted to pass out, but then I'd become a dead weight like Ryvia. Ryvia. Somehow I can remember Ryvia's unmoving body.
"Dad!" I yell.
"What?" he shouts back, startled.
"We need to go back for Ryvia!"
"Your mother's got her. She'll be fine! Look, she's right be-"
Another boom sounds. Suddenly I'm flying the air again, and land hard on a clump of sand. "Oohh..." I almost pass out from the impact, and a snap registers to me as a broken bone. My vision turned fuzzier and fuzzier, and right when my vision blurred out I vomited onto the ground. My vision cleared immediately.
"Dad! Mom! Ryvia! Next!" I yell those four names hoarsely, all of them sounding the same in my throat. Suddenly a figure appears by me. "Cobalt, it's fine! It's me, Next!"
"Next! I'm glad to see you!" I gasp.
"Come on, the knaves are attacking us. We need to get out of here!"
"What about Ryvia, my parents!" Suddenly my eyes welled up with tears.
"I have no idea. Let's go! Come -"
Another explosion, a good distance away. A few seconds later, Next stands up. Suddenly my father flies into Next, with a huge thud. I remember the exact expression on Next's face, I would've laughed so hard if it weren't a death zone at the time.
"Father?" My voice is coming back.
"Cob! We need to head for the woods!"
"I know, but what about Ryvia and Mom?"
"I don't know. We can't save them right now. But we do need to head for the woods!"
"We can't leave Mom and Ryvia!"
We have to, Cobalt. We have to." My father begins to sob, and suddenly, I join in. It's a long time before Next breaks the silence. "I'll go back for them. Wait here!"
"No - Next -" my father stuttered, but he's already off. My father turned back to me with a mournful expression on his face. "Well, son, I'm going to protect you until the attacks stop," he said in a hollow voice.
"Thanks, dad." I trusted him that day, under the trees, to help me get away from the horrors. I thought it was foolproof, he would fight off a hundred of the enemy with his fists. Because he was my father, I thought he would prevail. I thought wrong.
It was about two hours later, my father and I beginning to grow fatigued, when the final explosion came. It struck right between me and my dad, but my father's legs were blown off, while I suffered a huge scar across my face. I remembered, through all the ringing, my father's screams of agony, the knaves finding us, and then the aftermath.
The ringing in my head lasted for days, but I could hear and see bits of the aftermath. My father, with knubs instead of legs, trying to fight off the horde. The horde... overwhelming him. The horde finding me ("Hey, this kid's still alive!"). My mother's execution. Tied up with Next and the librarian, not knowing if Ryvia was alive or dead. And finally, the arrival at the prison. Finding Ryvia in my cell... I was so happy. But the days blurred into weeks, the weeks into months. Our elateness was short-lived. And finally, the events of the last two days. And then, my dream ends there.
Suddenly I was prodded awake, roughly. I open my eyes...
Chapter Four - Kryven(Cobalt) (Finished, a bit rushed)
My eyes opened to find a small boy, around eleven or twelve, with brown hair and strangely, purple eyes. "What the -" I begin, but he cuts me off.
"Be quiet! I put a guard to sleep, but he can't stay down forever! Listen, Cobalt -" he says, but I cut him off.
"How do you know my name?"
"I've kinda been stalking you." He said stalking with two syllables, no hesitation.
"Well, what's your name?"
He paused for a few moments, then whispered, "Kryven. But my name doesn't matter! There's something that will happen soon, something very bad!"
"Besides my imminent death?"
"No, something worse. You know your friends?"
"How could I forget them? I've known them my whole life!"
"They may have the best chance, or be the first to die."
"How - how -" I sputtered. "How do you know this, and what are you even talking about! My friends didn't do anything -"
"They're prisoners from your village, so naturally -"
"JUST EXPLAIN TO ME IN A CLEAR ANSWER!" I yelled so loud I roused the sleeping guard outside the cell.
"Notch's name, you woke up the guard! I'll explain later." And suddenly he just disappeared, leaving a single Eye of Ender where he once stood. My mouth gaped for a few seconds, but then I quickly started snoring as the guard put on a pair of glasses. "What the Ghast happened?" he said, glancing around my prison cell, thankfully not finding the Ender Eye. "Ah well, back to sleep," he decided, and immediately falls into a deep slumber. The glasses slip right off his face, then shake as a boom sounds and he starts snoring.
As soon as he falls asleep again, I bolt up and grab the Ender Eye. Instead of the normal dark greenish hue, this Eye is pure purple with the accents the colour of obsidian. "What is this?" I wondered aloud.
"My symbol."
I almost died of a heart attack right there. "What the - how did you get here?"
"I am an Enderborn."
"Yah, I'm sure you are a born legend... literally." This kid was starting to creep me out, and I didn't trust him one bit.
"I know you don't trust me, but you need to believe me. There's an army of creepers and skeletons camping outside this place, waiting for the right moment, when everyone's infatuated watching you die."
"Thats ni- Wait, WHAT?" I didn't understand. Why would they want watch me die? I'm just a village boy!"
"Well, I don't know how to say this, but I know why they spared all the young ones from your village."
"Dumb luck? I didn't even know anyone else is alive besides my friends, much less youths."
"They're going to put you in an arena, Cobalt. Make you fight to the death."
I'm so shocked by this I actually take a step backwards, then another, before I know it I'm backed up against the wall. "Why would they do this?" I ask. "How do I know you're telling the truth?"
"Truth is, I'm here to make sure you get out of here alive. I'm here to protect you."
"I think I should protect you. What are you, nine, ten?"
"Twelve. And you need to trust me!"
"Why should I trust you? I don't even know your last name!"
"Trust me." He puts his hand in his pocket and removes it, holding two sticks.
No, not two sticks. A balisong knife. He gives it to me and I automatically twirl it in my hands, brandishing the hidden blade. In the middle of the two sticks lies a single Ender Pearl, cut so well you can't tell it's cut in half until you're halfway through flipping it to reveal the blade. This is the weapon that I was drawn to at my young age of eleven, the weapon I would never knew would become destiny and legend.
"Why are you giving this to me? I don't need it."
"You will when you're fighting for your life."
"Thanks for the gift, but I still don't trust you." He just sighed. "You'll come to in time," he muttered.
I decided to ignore him, studying my knife, when suddenly Kryven gasps. "They're coming to take you!" he half yelled.
"Lemme guess. To fight to the death."
"Precisely. Don't worry when I leave -"
"Why should I?"
"- but I'll see you soon." He suddenly vanishes, covering me with purple snowflakes. I'm surprised by the abrupt departure, with my mind swimming in a thousand more questions, when I hear voices coming from the right.
"- Yah, so this young fella tried to make a run for it. Got pretty far too, let's see how long he holds out in the arena."
"Too bad he's up against Wurst, the "block crusher."
"Sucks for him, hope he at least puts up a good show. Well, lets go get his friends. Friends get a front row seat!" one of them finishes, and they all laugh horribly.
I turn away, shocked, as their voices fade away. So Kryven was right! I owe him an apology, too bad I probably won't live long enough to give him one. And Next and Ryvia... a tear actually escapes me when I remember Ryvia's expression, tears streaming down her cheeks, and Next, his eyes red and puffy, face torn in a horrible scream. I need to survive. I will survive. For Next, and Ryvia, friends and survivors, and all those who died, I will survive.
Chapter Five - Strive to Survive (I HATE THE FORUMS. I HAD TO REWRITE THIS OVER TEN TIMES!)
I finally drag myself out of bed after having shed a few tears (perhaps a waterfall would be more in order) and take one last look at myself through the reflection of a highly polished block of cobblestone. There, a young man, with brown hair, chestnut eyes, and a large burn scar across his face appeared, staring back at me with a ghost of a smile. I almost fully smiled, except that I was scared to promote any emotion in myself, because I was scared of what would happen later. I had to hope that Next and Ryvia could get out of this - and all the other survivors too. But then I remembered the balisong knife Kryven gave me. As I gaze into the Ender Pearl, I feel a small sliver of hope. Hope.
I felt sad before, but now some sort of excitement takes over me. If Kryven was right, the creepers would blow down the walls of the surface arena. Then the mobs would pour in, leaving the hole wide open for any entity to get through. If I could time it perfectly right, it could mean escape. And if they really did get a front row seat (however that's an awful lot to ask for), then it could mean escape for me and my friends. A grin tugs at my mouth and I fight to keep it down as I try to concentrate on what I need to do.
I'm almost done scheming when the guards return. "Kid, it's five to nine, and your duel starts at ten o'clock sharp," he said, checking a golden watch while leading two other knaves to my cell. "Don't make me come in there, alright? I've heard about yesterday, son, and I really don't want a repeat."
"Don't worry. I've got it all under control."
"Good. Now come out here, your friends are ready to go already."
"Wait - what?"
"You get five minutes to say whatever you want, then you go out there and get crushed by Wurst."
"Ok, I'm coming."
A few seconds later, the door creaks open and one of his friends cuffs my arms together behind my back while the other one roughly pushes me forward. "Let's move, runt!"
I feel exhausted before I reach the stairs. Over 64 blocks of cobblestone stairs, heading out into a mountain where I have a measly five minutes to rest with my friends before I get sent to the execution chamber of entertainment. I just need to hope Kryven's right.
Over ten minutes of exhausting labor finally get us to the top, and when I do, I find Next and Ryvia waiting for me. When they remove the cuffs, I glance upwards to look at their faces for the first time today. Ryvia's hazel hair, beautiful as always, hangs down to just below her shoulders, and her green eyes looked warm and happy. Next's pitch black hair, always so contrasting to his blue eyes, falls down to his neck. His eyes display a show of happiness. A grin breaks over my face, for the second time today, and I can't help but walk to them and hug them both.
"Cobalt!" You're here!"
"Next! I'm glad you made it."
"I've been more worried about you, to tell the truth." Next's blue eyes, clear as always, start to stare into mine. "What happened?" he suddenly asks in a serious tone.
"Nothing really," I say with a slight shake of my head. "I just met -" I lean closer, "- some random kid -"
That's when Ryvia tackle-hugs me. We both crash onto the floor, with her arms wrapped tightly against my back, head side by side with mine. I'm shocked by the sudden hug, especially since she's crushing my chest, but I gradually grow more comfortable to it until she lifts herself off me. The only thing I had to comment was, "Watch the ribs next time." She half smiles and suddenly stands up, brushing off her pants. Next offers me his hand and I take it, still overwhelmed at what happened. Next seems to catch my expression.
"Yup, it just happened, I saw it too. Ryvia, queen of the cabbage patch, just tackled you and hugged you. Owww - what was that for?" I saw Ryvia punch his arm playfully, taking care to put the right amount of pain in without actually trying to harm Next.
"I'm sorry if it bothered you," said Ryvia, slightly blushing while mantaining her regal expression, "but since you're going to -" she choked, "you might die, I thought I'd leave a parting gift. You know, just don't take it seriously or anything."
"Umm... It's fine." I hope my face didn't appear as red as I felt.
"Well then," Next chimes in, "What about that kid you were talking about?"
I lean in closer, hoping not to be heard by the guards. "He's a twelve year old supposed Enderborn, who gave me this knife." I unfurl the balisong knife, making sure not to make a single noise. Ryvia barely stifles a gasp. "He told me about this supposed attack by some supposed mobs that will give us a chance to escape, and to use this only in the arena."
"Isn't that good?"
"I don't know, Next, none of us know him, it could be a trap." Ryvia says.
"But, he gave me this knife, and no knave would waste materials on us -" I imitated a gruff voice "- unworthy commoners!" Next laughed.
"So, what's this supposed attack about?" Ryvia asks.
"Creepers blow down the walls and then the mobs pour in. Spiders, zombies, skeletons. We won't stand a chance. Kryven said you'll either die first, or live the longest. I hope they don't blow you to shreds."
"But the walls are made of obsidian! Ryvia points outside to the arena. A floor of sand, covered with what might be spare redstone... or blood. And the arena itself is pure obsidian, right down to the chairs and fences.
"Notch, that must've taken awhile," I say.
"Worse then that. Security has been increased tenfold ever since we got here."
"Then Kryven was just giving me false hope?" I feel betrayed, though I try to remind myself I never really trusted him. He really was a knave.
"Apparently. Now, Coba-"
"Time's up, runt." A gruff voice and a rough hand grab my shoulder, and suddenly I'm yanked back. "Let - GO!" I yell, trying to break free. No amount of squirming can break the iron grip on my shoulder. "I can walk myself, thank you."
"Sorry," he says in a horrible mocking tone, "We prefer to have full control over our subjects." He drags me through a door made of iron bars just as Next tries to tackle him and throws me down, hard. Then he slashes Next's stomach with a dagger. He screams awfully, falling to the floor, and clutches his stomach. He looks at my eyes right before he passes out. "NO! NEXT!" I scream loudly, and then the knave turns to face me. Before I can react, he hurls me through a gate, and I can't do anything to cushion my fall. I feel the wind rush out of me as I hit the stone ground, and suddenly I want to just lie down and pass out. Right before he closes the iron door, and right before I pass out, he throws the dagger covered in Next's blood at my feet.
"Twenty minutes to match. Prisoner Boy versus Block Crusher." These jeering words startle me awake. I take a second to realize where I am, and find I'm right in front of the arena. All that stands between me and death on the sand is a wall of wooden fences, covered in moss and marks of attempted escapes. The dagger lies in between my feet, covered in dry blood. I need to win this, for Next. Brace yourself, Block Crusher. I struggle to my feet, and unfurl my balisong knife. I look into the Ender Eye, and remember how Kryven tried to give me false hope. For a second longer I gaze into it, then I fold it up and hurl it with all my remaining strength. It cuts through the fences like cheese and only stops when it clatters against the obsidian wall.
Kink.
Murmurs break out among the crowd, turning into an uproar that only stops when the announcer speaks. "Settle down, settle down, he wasn't aiming for anyone paticular... or was he? Anyways, he has about five minutes to certain death, and you'll have your fun soon. Don't worry. Five minutes to match!" He shoots out the words at such a velocity I wonder if that's his voice or a dispenser spewing out noteblocks. If I could, I would laugh, just like when Next - No. I can't afford to think about Next, or Ryvia, or my father, or anyone else. I need to focus on surviving. If I can survive, I can escape.
I pick up the dagger from between my feet, and twirl it. I manage to wipe off a bit of Next's blood before I get to the thirty second mark, and then my heart starts to beat so fast and loud I can't concentrate on anything.
Next... I hope you're ok, I think as I wash off the last bit of blood on the knife. That was my last concentrated thought until I realized something. The guard said they would get a front row seat, right? So where were they? I searched the nearby stands until I found them, far off to the left, five pairs of familiar eyes, all of them guarded by one sentry each.
I count them one by one. There's Next, still recovering from his wound, thank Notch, Ryvia, and old acquaintences you've probably never known of, like Chevalier, Next's brother, and Brutus, a rugged guard of the village. I even saw Autumn, Next's old crush, and somehow I knew that they were going to be alright.
The only thing that bothered me was the numbers. Six out of two hundred is an awfully small amount.
I have faced some of the awful things in this world before, but to think that human beings would kill their own kind without any remorse, and use any survivors as cheap labor or entertainment, that just makes me mad. Outraged.
The voice says, “Fifteen seconds to match!” and a huge uproar responds. I'm more worried then ever. This “Block Crusher” has an awful lot of avid fans. I assume a fighting stance, with my knife grasped tighter then ever, and grit my teeth. This Wurst guy has no idea who he's up against. Unfortunately, his opponent has an awfully slim chance.
I found the chapters quite interesting, especially how you display the protagonist's hatred of them ( I enjoyed the brief backstory, it added a bit of life to the setting). However, this is a very minor nitpick, but the fact that the story was written in past tense, then became present tense detracted from the experience a little bit. But other than that very minor nitpick, I found the story interesting, especially your portrayal of de-crafting being affected by durability. I look forward to the rest of this tale.
Thank you! Ah yes, that tends to be a habit of mine when I write, especially when I leave off and then come back later to finish writing. EDIT: It's fixed.
Thank you! I did base Kryven off of Percy Jackson loosely (satyr) but I did not intend any association with The Hunger Games, even though I have read the trilogy. I also have big plans, including a possible spin-off with the titles named after the seven sins (Lust, Gluttony, Greed, etc.). And if my continuous updates bother you, I will stop, it's just I feel a strong sense of gratitude to whoever took the time to read and reply to my fanfiction. Good day to you.
Well, I meant by "continuous updates" that I will reply to whoever replied to my topic, because I'd like to thank them for taking the time to reply to my fanfic, so I was referring to all of you. And, as I mentioned before, my writing weakness is shifting from past to present tense, especially when resuming writing after a break or night. And chapter five is getting here, though is it just me or has my writing quality declined?
Ok guys, I am TERRIBLY sorry for the huge delay. School has started, and already I've had two first period quizzes and a project due in a few weeks. I have found NO time at all to be able to boot up and type a few words until now, and I promise when the weekend is over I will have around two chapters at least up. Thank you for being so understanding.
I'm deeply sorry. I had worked so hard on this to reach the two chapter deadline in one sitting, and then when I make a typo, I press backspace, and all my work gets deleted! This happened twice, it's soo annoying. I'm sorry to anyone who was waiting for the chapters, but you'll have to wait a bit.
Hello! As you can see this is my first fanfiction and third real novel worked on (others titled Intrepid and The Roar in the Sky) but I have never thought about replicating Minecraft into a novel until I read End by 1Dani, which inspired to create a novel themed to Minecraft. Don't worry about the title, as I am not a Satanist or atheist, it's just the coolest title I could come up with
I will try to update this as much as possible, but seeing as writer's block is something I've experienced many times over, there is no guarantee to when it will be updated. So please enjoy!
Chapter One - My Story (Cobalt)
That's right. I said slave. You see, when they attacked, we had no choice. We couldn't fight, we were outnumbered ten to one. When the bloodbath ended, Half of our original population were lined up, only to be executed. My mother was one of them. The other fourth of us were forced to trek 60 miles on feet under the snow, bound in chains, while they rode in chariots with canopies.
Rage coursed through my veins. They had did this. It was their fault! I wanted to tackle them both and make them cry in agony, to draw blood, when a thud sounds and I realize they finally subdue the prisoner. He's around forty, with a muscular build, and with a horrifying shock I recognize the blacksmith. His worried face glances at me, with a terrible, resigned expression on his face, then the gates open and he's gone.
I shake at the metal screeching as the door shuts and then two faces, across from me, open, shining, green and blue, in the night. They're panicked, but when they see me they calm down. I smile, knowing no one can see me, because one of them is my best friend.
In a hushed voice they ask me what happened, after taking care not to be seen, or heard, by the guards.
"Cob, what happened?" one of them asks.
"The blacksmith's gone. They took him."
"Curse those Knaves!"
"It's too late, he's probably dead or dying right now," I sob.
"We need to -"
The gates creak open again. We fall silent at once, though he's probably already heard us. "Who was jabberin'?" he exclaims in a gruff voice. "Step out and show yourself, or I'll finish all three of you!"
Minutes pass, and fade into hours. My tears slowly dry, and after what seems an eternity, I glance over and find the two eyes, scared to death. I knew how they felt. And I needed to keep them safe. I gulp, take a deep breath, and slip out of my bunk.
"I did it. I spoke out."
"I can picture the horror on my friends' faces, but they stay silent. "I see. Follow me, boy." He turn, hand gripped on sword, and exits. I walk, each step becoming slower then my last, certain of death. But I'm lucky for now. He tosses me into a room with a single bed and a crafting bench, with a meal of bread and a melon slice. "Get some strength, you'll need it. For tommorow." With that, the guard walks away, leaving me with my thoughts and a slice of watermelon.
I was punching the walls in frustration. There could be only one thing I was going to do : die. He could've dropped a hint, I think. If I could just get my hands on some iron or cobblestone...
"That's it!" I exclaim. If I had the strength, I could knock out a guard in the morning, de-craft his armor and weapon, and escape with my friends! You see, they had decided that escape, however futile any attempts are, must be impossible. That is why we stand here, at bedrock layer, sweating and breathing air that was stale long ago. I decided that I would sleep and perform my act in the morning.
At least they don't have cold nights here, I thought. The low y-level of the prison made the heat unbearable, but right now it was only warm. I rolled over, and began to think about my friends. No doubt they were very worried or sorrowful, and I was sure they hadn't got a wink of sleep after I was taken. For some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about what the guard said. "Get some strength, you'll need it. For tommorow." Why? What would happen tomorrow? I wanted, I needed to know, but a little voice in my head told me to get some rest. I finished off the bread in my hands, brushed some crumbs off, and closed my eyes. Rest is what I needed, but unfortunately I didn't get any.
Chapter Two - Jailbreak (Cobalt)
Another rumble sounds. This one is loud. "Hurry up, youth, we haven't got all day!" I groan and drag myself out of the cloth, pretending to be weak and sleepy. When he unlocks the gate and it swings open, I suddenly bring my knee up into his stomach. I see his eyes bulge inches away from mine, and they show fear. I feel a hint of remorse, hesitation, but his body hits the ground with a thud. I remember; I have limited time.
I slip off his armor pants - thank goodness he's wearing underwear - and bring it to the ground. It shatters into five iron ingots (two were lost due to it not having been in perfect condition when it was de-crafted) and I shove these into my pocket. They're heavier then I remember.
I take his chestplate off, and de-craft that too. It breaks into seven ingots, which I take two of and a stick from a torch blazing on the wall and craft a sword. As the materials press into each other to form an iron sword, I grin. A chance of escape is something I could only dream of until now. Finally I have a chance. And I better not blow it.
The iron sword stops forming and solidifies. At last! I feel my hopes rise as I lift the heavy, unfamiliar blade. For months I had dreamed of this moment. I take a deep breath and dash out the door, right into a guard's stomach. "What th-" He's barely had time to say, drawing out a dagger, when my sword's hilt catches his neck. He crumples and my ear register a sickening crunch. He lies, spread eagled, on the floor. I jump over him and sprint onwards.
I round a corner and find a single guard on duty outside the cell that holds my friends. I grasp the hilt of my sword so tightly my knuckles turn pale, and rush him. He turns and yells out in surprise before my blade stabs into his arm. The resulting howl results in three more guards being roused. When they see me, they draw their daggers and charge.
They're bigger then me, but when the first one comes adrenaline pumps through my body. As the knife flies by my neck, I'm already kicking into his chest with all my strength, yelling out fror maximum surprise. His eyes widen as he bites the dust.
The other two grin, striking me warily. The guards that lie on the floor are groaning in agony, tugging at my heels. As one of them strikes at my feet, I jump just in time. I land hard on his outstretched hand, and his voice must've crossed clear over 5 chunks. But as soon as I hit the ground, a guard stabs me.
My vision begins to blur as I approach the ground. I hear the man yell again as my whole body weight drops onto his arm, but the two intact guard grab my feet and hands and lift me up. My friends, apparently aroused by the guard's yell, gasp in horror. I wish I could call out to them. "I'm fine..."
Suddenly a second wave of pure adrenaline rushes through my body. I'm not done yet! I think, clenching my teeth. But it's now or never. I kick outwards, will all my newfound strength. The guard doesn't even have time to cry out, but my legs do as they hit the ground hard. A sharp pain shoots up my legs, but I grit my teeth. The other guard says, "Wha-" when my fists find his arm. We both hit the ground with the air taken out of our lungs, but I recover first. I dive onto his body, pinning him down, then swiftly hit him on his head. He didn't have a chance to react.
I dash back to the cell. There, lie my two friends, Ryvia and Next. "What happened, Cobalt?" asks Ryvia, as I rummage through the pockets of the first guard.
"I'll explain later," I respond, holding up a key. But first, let's get you guys out of her-"
Next yells a sound that pierced my ears. "What?" I ask. He points behind me just as a hand grabs my arm turning the key in the lock and yanks it high. The key falls to the floor. "Let go!" I yell through clenched teeth.
"I don't think so. Your little, ah, escapade is over.
He twists my arm higher. I yell out, kicking and screaming, but he seems to enjoy my pitiful attempts. My friends scream over and over until my vision turns black. It's all over...
Chapter Three - Flashback (Cobalt)
I realized I was awake. I hadn't known whether I was sound or not until my eyes opened, instantly blinded by the harsh sun. I groaned and suddenly my father bursts through my door. My father.
"Get up, Cob, today's your birthday!" He said.
"Usually, I prefer to sleep in when I get older."
"Not when you're turning sixteen!"
"I wouldn't care if I was turning six or sixty, I'd like to sleep in."
"Your friends Ryvia and Next are already here though."
"Give me a minute, ok?"
"Fine... The door shuts behind him. I remember exhaling, and being relaxed, and right when my eyes closed Next and Ryvia crash through my door. I bolted upwards.
"What now?" I yelled.
"You're sixteen now. Sixteen!" shout Ryvia.
"Think of the stuff you could do!" yells Next.
"Fine, lemme get up." I slipped out of bed, strapped on my tunic over my pajamas, and walked over to my friends, throwing one arm around Next and the other around Ryvia. "Lead the way, Next!"
Next smiled. "With pleasure." We all took a step together downstairs.
That's when our house exploded.
Suddenly a great force and an earsplitting sound hurled me into the air, down the stairs. I hit my head hard on the banister and Ryvia tumbled past me, continuing to fall until she hit the ground and passed out cold. Next smashed into me and we both fell onto the floor, next to Ryvia.
"What the Ghast?" yelled Next to my right.
"I don't know!" shouted my father to my back. "Let me help you up!"
"Ok, dad," I groaned. My father's warm arms suddenly came up under me and I was hoisted off the floor, jolting in my father's arms. I wanted to pass out, but then I'd become a dead weight like Ryvia. Ryvia. Somehow I can remember Ryvia's unmoving body.
"Dad!" I yell.
"What?" he shouts back, startled.
"We need to go back for Ryvia!"
"Your mother's got her. She'll be fine! Look, she's right be-"
Another boom sounds. Suddenly I'm flying the air again, and land hard on a clump of sand. "Oohh..." I almost pass out from the impact, and a snap registers to me as a broken bone. My vision turned fuzzier and fuzzier, and right when my vision blurred out I vomited onto the ground. My vision cleared immediately.
"Dad! Mom! Ryvia! Next!" I yell those four names hoarsely, all of them sounding the same in my throat. Suddenly a figure appears by me. "Cobalt, it's fine! It's me, Next!"
"Next! I'm glad to see you!" I gasp.
"Come on, the knaves are attacking us. We need to get out of here!"
"What about Ryvia, my parents!" Suddenly my eyes welled up with tears.
"I have no idea. Let's go! Come -"
Another explosion, a good distance away. A few seconds later, Next stands up. Suddenly my father flies into Next, with a huge thud. I remember the exact expression on Next's face, I would've laughed so hard if it weren't a death zone at the time.
"Father?" My voice is coming back.
"Cob! We need to head for the woods!"
"I know, but what about Ryvia and Mom?"
"I don't know. We can't save them right now. But we do need to head for the woods!"
"We can't leave Mom and Ryvia!"
We have to, Cobalt. We have to." My father begins to sob, and suddenly, I join in. It's a long time before Next breaks the silence. "I'll go back for them. Wait here!"
"No - Next -" my father stuttered, but he's already off. My father turned back to me with a mournful expression on his face. "Well, son, I'm going to protect you until the attacks stop," he said in a hollow voice.
"Thanks, dad." I trusted him that day, under the trees, to help me get away from the horrors. I thought it was foolproof, he would fight off a hundred of the enemy with his fists. Because he was my father, I thought he would prevail. I thought wrong.
It was about two hours later, my father and I beginning to grow fatigued, when the final explosion came. It struck right between me and my dad, but my father's legs were blown off, while I suffered a huge scar across my face. I remembered, through all the ringing, my father's screams of agony, the knaves finding us, and then the aftermath.
The ringing in my head lasted for days, but I could hear and see bits of the aftermath. My father, with knubs instead of legs, trying to fight off the horde. The horde... overwhelming him. The horde finding me ("Hey, this kid's still alive!"). My mother's execution. Tied up with Next and the librarian, not knowing if Ryvia was alive or dead. And finally, the arrival at the prison. Finding Ryvia in my cell... I was so happy. But the days blurred into weeks, the weeks into months. Our elateness was short-lived. And finally, the events of the last two days. And then, my dream ends there.
Suddenly I was prodded awake, roughly. I open my eyes...
Chapter Four - Kryven (Cobalt) (Finished, a bit rushed)
"Be quiet! I put a guard to sleep, but he can't stay down forever! Listen, Cobalt -" he says, but I cut him off.
"How do you know my name?"
"I've kinda been stalking you." He said stalking with two syllables, no hesitation.
"Well, what's your name?"
He paused for a few moments, then whispered, "Kryven. But my name doesn't matter! There's something that will happen soon, something very bad!"
"Besides my imminent death?"
"No, something worse. You know your friends?"
"How could I forget them? I've known them my whole life!"
"They may have the best chance, or be the first to die."
"How - how -" I sputtered. "How do you know this, and what are you even talking about! My friends didn't do anything -"
"They're prisoners from your village, so naturally -"
"JUST EXPLAIN TO ME IN A CLEAR ANSWER!" I yelled so loud I roused the sleeping guard outside the cell.
"Notch's name, you woke up the guard! I'll explain later." And suddenly he just disappeared, leaving a single Eye of Ender where he once stood. My mouth gaped for a few seconds, but then I quickly started snoring as the guard put on a pair of glasses. "What the Ghast happened?" he said, glancing around my prison cell, thankfully not finding the Ender Eye. "Ah well, back to sleep," he decided, and immediately falls into a deep slumber. The glasses slip right off his face, then shake as a boom sounds and he starts snoring.
As soon as he falls asleep again, I bolt up and grab the Ender Eye. Instead of the normal dark greenish hue, this Eye is pure purple with the accents the colour of obsidian. "What is this?" I wondered aloud.
"My symbol."
I almost died of a heart attack right there. "What the - how did you get here?"
"I am an Enderborn."
"Yah, I'm sure you are a born legend... literally." This kid was starting to creep me out, and I didn't trust him one bit.
"I know you don't trust me, but you need to believe me. There's an army of creepers and skeletons camping outside this place, waiting for the right moment, when everyone's infatuated watching you die."
"Thats ni- Wait, WHAT?" I didn't understand. Why would they want watch me die? I'm just a village boy!"
"Well, I don't know how to say this, but I know why they spared all the young ones from your village."
"Dumb luck? I didn't even know anyone else is alive besides my friends, much less youths."
"They're going to put you in an arena, Cobalt. Make you fight to the death."
I'm so shocked by this I actually take a step backwards, then another, before I know it I'm backed up against the wall. "Why would they do this?" I ask. "How do I know you're telling the truth?"
"Truth is, I'm here to make sure you get out of here alive. I'm here to protect you."
"I think I should protect you. What are you, nine, ten?"
"Twelve. And you need to trust me!"
"Why should I trust you? I don't even know your last name!"
"Trust me." He puts his hand in his pocket and removes it, holding two sticks.
No, not two sticks. A balisong knife. He gives it to me and I automatically twirl it in my hands, brandishing the hidden blade. In the middle of the two sticks lies a single Ender Pearl, cut so well you can't tell it's cut in half until you're halfway through flipping it to reveal the blade. This is the weapon that I was drawn to at my young age of eleven, the weapon I would never knew would become destiny and legend.
"Why are you giving this to me? I don't need it."
"You will when you're fighting for your life."
"Thanks for the gift, but I still don't trust you." He just sighed. "You'll come to in time," he muttered.
I decided to ignore him, studying my knife, when suddenly Kryven gasps. "They're coming to take you!" he half yelled.
"Lemme guess. To fight to the death."
"Precisely. Don't worry when I leave -"
"Why should I?"
"- but I'll see you soon." He suddenly vanishes, covering me with purple snowflakes. I'm surprised by the abrupt departure, with my mind swimming in a thousand more questions, when I hear voices coming from the right.
"- Yah, so this young fella tried to make a run for it. Got pretty far too, let's see how long he holds out in the arena."
"Too bad he's up against Wurst, the "block crusher."
"Sucks for him, hope he at least puts up a good show. Well, lets go get his friends. Friends get a front row seat!" one of them finishes, and they all laugh horribly.
I turn away, shocked, as their voices fade away. So Kryven was right! I owe him an apology, too bad I probably won't live long enough to give him one. And Next and Ryvia... a tear actually escapes me when I remember Ryvia's expression, tears streaming down her cheeks, and Next, his eyes red and puffy, face torn in a horrible scream. I need to survive. I will survive. For Next, and Ryvia, friends and survivors, and all those who died, I will survive.
Chapter Five - Strive to Survive (I HATE THE FORUMS. I HAD TO REWRITE THIS OVER TEN TIMES!)
I felt sad before, but now some sort of excitement takes over me. If Kryven was right, the creepers would blow down the walls of the surface arena. Then the mobs would pour in, leaving the hole wide open for any entity to get through. If I could time it perfectly right, it could mean escape. And if they really did get a front row seat (however that's an awful lot to ask for), then it could mean escape for me and my friends. A grin tugs at my mouth and I fight to keep it down as I try to concentrate on what I need to do.
I'm almost done scheming when the guards return. "Kid, it's five to nine, and your duel starts at ten o'clock sharp," he said, checking a golden watch while leading two other knaves to my cell. "Don't make me come in there, alright? I've heard about yesterday, son, and I really don't want a repeat."
"Don't worry. I've got it all under control."
"Good. Now come out here, your friends are ready to go already."
"Wait - what?"
"You get five minutes to say whatever you want, then you go out there and get crushed by Wurst."
"Ok, I'm coming."
A few seconds later, the door creaks open and one of his friends cuffs my arms together behind my back while the other one roughly pushes me forward. "Let's move, runt!"
I feel exhausted before I reach the stairs. Over 64 blocks of cobblestone stairs, heading out into a mountain where I have a measly five minutes to rest with my friends before I get sent to the execution chamber of entertainment. I just need to hope Kryven's right.
Over ten minutes of exhausting labor finally get us to the top, and when I do, I find Next and Ryvia waiting for me. When they remove the cuffs, I glance upwards to look at their faces for the first time today. Ryvia's hazel hair, beautiful as always, hangs down to just below her shoulders, and her green eyes looked warm and happy. Next's pitch black hair, always so contrasting to his blue eyes, falls down to his neck. His eyes display a show of happiness. A grin breaks over my face, for the second time today, and I can't help but walk to them and hug them both.
"Cobalt!" You're here!"
"Next! I'm glad you made it."
"I've been more worried about you, to tell the truth." Next's blue eyes, clear as always, start to stare into mine. "What happened?" he suddenly asks in a serious tone.
"Nothing really," I say with a slight shake of my head. "I just met -" I lean closer, "- some random kid -"
That's when Ryvia tackle-hugs me. We both crash onto the floor, with her arms wrapped tightly against my back, head side by side with mine. I'm shocked by the sudden hug, especially since she's crushing my chest, but I gradually grow more comfortable to it until she lifts herself off me. The only thing I had to comment was, "Watch the ribs next time." She half smiles and suddenly stands up, brushing off her pants. Next offers me his hand and I take it, still overwhelmed at what happened. Next seems to catch my expression.
"Yup, it just happened, I saw it too. Ryvia, queen of the cabbage patch, just tackled you and hugged you. Owww - what was that for?" I saw Ryvia punch his arm playfully, taking care to put the right amount of pain in without actually trying to harm Next.
"I'm sorry if it bothered you," said Ryvia, slightly blushing while mantaining her regal expression, "but since you're going to -" she choked, "you might die, I thought I'd leave a parting gift. You know, just don't take it seriously or anything."
"Umm... It's fine." I hope my face didn't appear as red as I felt.
"Well then," Next chimes in, "What about that kid you were talking about?"
I lean in closer, hoping not to be heard by the guards. "He's a twelve year old supposed Enderborn, who gave me this knife." I unfurl the balisong knife, making sure not to make a single noise. Ryvia barely stifles a gasp. "He told me about this supposed attack by some supposed mobs that will give us a chance to escape, and to use this only in the arena."
"Isn't that good?"
"I don't know, Next, none of us know him, it could be a trap." Ryvia says.
"But, he gave me this knife, and no knave would waste materials on us -" I imitated a gruff voice "- unworthy commoners!" Next laughed.
"So, what's this supposed attack about?" Ryvia asks.
"Creepers blow down the walls and then the mobs pour in. Spiders, zombies, skeletons. We won't stand a chance. Kryven said you'll either die first, or live the longest. I hope they don't blow you to shreds."
"But the walls are made of obsidian! Ryvia points outside to the arena. A floor of sand, covered with what might be spare redstone... or blood. And the arena itself is pure obsidian, right down to the chairs and fences.
"Notch, that must've taken awhile," I say.
"Worse then that. Security has been increased tenfold ever since we got here."
"Then Kryven was just giving me false hope?" I feel betrayed, though I try to remind myself I never really trusted him. He really was a knave.
"Apparently. Now, Coba-"
"Time's up, runt." A gruff voice and a rough hand grab my shoulder, and suddenly I'm yanked back. "Let - GO!" I yell, trying to break free. No amount of squirming can break the iron grip on my shoulder. "I can walk myself, thank you."
"Sorry," he says in a horrible mocking tone, "We prefer to have full control over our subjects." He drags me through a door made of iron bars just as Next tries to tackle him and throws me down, hard. Then he slashes Next's stomach with a dagger. He screams awfully, falling to the floor, and clutches his stomach. He looks at my eyes right before he passes out. "NO! NEXT!" I scream loudly, and then the knave turns to face me. Before I can react, he hurls me through a gate, and I can't do anything to cushion my fall. I feel the wind rush out of me as I hit the stone ground, and suddenly I want to just lie down and pass out. Right before he closes the iron door, and right before I pass out, he throws the dagger covered in Next's blood at my feet.
"Twenty minutes to match. Prisoner Boy versus Block Crusher." These jeering words startle me awake. I take a second to realize where I am, and find I'm right in front of the arena. All that stands between me and death on the sand is a wall of wooden fences, covered in moss and marks of attempted escapes. The dagger lies in between my feet, covered in dry blood. I need to win this, for Next. Brace yourself, Block Crusher. I struggle to my feet, and unfurl my balisong knife. I look into the Ender Eye, and remember how Kryven tried to give me false hope. For a second longer I gaze into it, then I fold it up and hurl it with all my remaining strength. It cuts through the fences like cheese and only stops when it clatters against the obsidian wall.
Kink.
Murmurs break out among the crowd, turning into an uproar that only stops when the announcer speaks. "Settle down, settle down, he wasn't aiming for anyone paticular... or was he? Anyways, he has about five minutes to certain death, and you'll have your fun soon. Don't worry. Five minutes to match!" He shoots out the words at such a velocity I wonder if that's his voice or a dispenser spewing out noteblocks. If I could, I would laugh, just like when Next - No. I can't afford to think about Next, or Ryvia, or my father, or anyone else. I need to focus on surviving. If I can survive, I can escape.
I pick up the dagger from between my feet, and twirl it. I manage to wipe off a bit of Next's blood before I get to the thirty second mark, and then my heart starts to beat so fast and loud I can't concentrate on anything.
Next... I hope you're ok, I think as I wash off the last bit of blood on the knife. That was my last concentrated thought until I realized something. The guard said they would get a front row seat, right? So where were they? I searched the nearby stands until I found them, far off to the left, five pairs of familiar eyes, all of them guarded by one sentry each.
I count them one by one. There's Next, still recovering from his wound, thank Notch, Ryvia, and old acquaintences you've probably never known of, like Chevalier, Next's brother, and Brutus, a rugged guard of the village. I even saw Autumn, Next's old crush, and somehow I knew that they were going to be alright.
The only thing that bothered me was the numbers. Six out of two hundred is an awfully small amount.
I have faced some of the awful things in this world before, but to think that human beings would kill their own kind without any remorse, and use any survivors as cheap labor or entertainment, that just makes me mad. Outraged.
The voice says, “Fifteen seconds to match!” and a huge uproar responds. I'm more worried then ever. This “Block Crusher” has an awful lot of avid fans. I assume a fighting stance, with my knife grasped tighter then ever, and grit my teeth. This Wurst guy has no idea who he's up against. Unfortunately, his opponent has an awfully slim chance.
Chapter Six - A Bloodbath of Knaves
Yours Faithfully,
~MysteriousMrD
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Thank you! Ah yes, that tends to be a habit of mine when I write, especially when I leave off and then come back later to finish writing. EDIT: It's fixed.
Thank you! I'm fine with the delay, as long as my fanfciton gets accepted into Minefic, which it did. Hope you liked the story!
Thank you! I did base Kryven off of Percy Jackson loosely (satyr) but I did not intend any association with The Hunger Games, even though I have read the trilogy. I also have big plans, including a possible spin-off with the titles named after the seven sins (Lust, Gluttony, Greed, etc.). And if my continuous updates bother you, I will stop, it's just I feel a strong sense of gratitude to whoever took the time to read and reply to my fanfiction. Good day to you.
Well, I meant by "continuous updates" that I will reply to whoever replied to my topic, because I'd like to thank them for taking the time to reply to my fanfic, so I was referring to all of you. And, as I mentioned before, my writing weakness is shifting from past to present tense, especially when resuming writing after a break or night. And chapter five is getting here, though is it just me or has my writing quality declined?
I'll try, but I have no idea how to send PMs. I'm glad you like it!
Wow panthar, you really like my novel, don't you. And hopefully Chapter Five will be up soon, but school is starting and I'm getting busier.
I'm deeply sorry. I had worked so hard on this to reach the two chapter deadline in one sitting, and then when I make a typo, I press backspace, and all my work gets deleted! This happened twice, it's soo annoying. I'm sorry to anyone who was waiting for the chapters, but you'll have to wait a bit.