Hiallo, to all of you people. Some of you may know that I have written a fanfic with the somewhat debatable title „Team Evil“. I have put it on hold, partly because I had another idea, mostly because my mineshaft of ideas has hit bedrock. I hope this will allow me to start up my imaginary MC EDIT and delete the bedrock. To say it in Minecraft terms. Ahem.So here, I present ye:
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THE FROZEN PHOENIX:
Winterfall
1. The Name of my Protagonist, Aziver, is derived from as-sifr. That is Arabic and translates to "Nothing" or "Void".More to be added.
Long ago, there were four kingdoms. One in the north, one in the east, one in the south and one in the west. The people in the north earned their living mostly by chopping down the precious wood that grew there.The people in the east were given a land full of precious gems and minerals. They built mines, and knew how to construct wonders of architecture. The people of the south sold the exotic fruits that grew in these hot regions, such as cocoa beans and melons. The lands of the west were full of flat, vast plains, and perfect for farimg potatoes, carrots and wheat. The four kingdoms were ruled by four kings, each one wise and friendly, who held council each year, discussing ... stuff that you discuss when holding council with yer fellow kings.
But not all was good in these kingdoms. In the middle of the lands was a great wasteland. No one dared to live there, for the weather was hostile and the ground bared all fertility and not even bonemeal or magic could change this. It would snow and the next moment, the sun would burn your skin and bleach bones. But this was not everything that wasn't quite right with these fields : There were stories. Stories about monsters, and although most of them were products of the tellers mad fantasy, four monsters were described many many times, and it is believed that the tales about these creatures were true.
Those were then firstly a giant spider, sometimes with venomous fangs, sometimes from absurd size.
Secondly, wandering, decaying corpses. It is not known wether they are intelligent or not, but they possess enough to wield weapons. Strangely enough, those are mostly shovels and spades.
Thirdly, skeletal bodies, carrying bows, resurrected by some kind of dark magic. Fearsome enough, but the real danger was their certain knowledge of advanced ballistics. They used this to shoot arrows with deadly accuracy over long ranges.
But the most terrifying of all was the one called creeper, an abomination of chaos. His name was achieved through his totally silent way of walking, but the true horror he caused came from the fact that he combusted when in near vicinity of his victim.The reports of those creatures differed the most, depicting him as a scaled beast, then he was made from leafs, another time a deformed pig. But two facts were always the same : its green color and a deep frown on its hideous face.
And in the middle of this cursed land stood a single mountain, high enough to pierce the sky. And ontop of this nameless rock, a villain arose. In the course of one night, he erected a Dark Citadel, the towers and walls from a grey, indestructible stone.Nobody knew where he came from, nobody knew what he wanted. But he set out to conquer the kingdoms. His army was made from shades, from fiery creatures and from the dead, from creepers and from spiders. One city after another fell. And soon, fear struck the hearts of the bravest when his name was heard, Srebro The Lich Lord, and terror took over their hearts when they saw his banner : a blue bird with a red eye, a long feather sprouting from his head, forming an S. But when all hope was lost, the gods sent our savior : A fierce warrior, a man that would fight with his teeth when his limbs would be gone, a man that would stand still if fire engulfed his skin. His name is lost, but he was fittingly called Hero.He challenged Srebro at the fields of Despair. They fought six hours, and six hours more when finally The Hero shattered Srebro's Phylacter, a crystal star with four spikes, the object he stored all his power in, and thus vanquished him.But the power that this object would bring corrupted the heart of this warrior, turned him evil, dire to the Lich's mind that still lingered in these fragments. He killed the four kings, but was in return banished into a dungeon dimension, created especially for him by the kingdoms most powerful wizards. But the deed could not be reversed, the kings were dead and the Lich had ultimately won the war. The great Civilisation, the legacy of the four legendary kings fell to the greed and hunger for power of a few Warlords. And so, this great age ended.
Chapter 1: A shortage of melons and a mini Marathon
I knew I would be dead as soon as the water would reach me. So I climbed up the grey, frozen rock, not looking down nor up. "Just climb" I told myself,"It will be alright. It is just water !" But this water was lethal. Then my hands slipped away. As I was falling, I glanced up and saw the silhouette of a cowering giant. Then the water swallowed me and I was no more.Suddenly, I felt ground under my feet. I opened my eyes and saw that I stood on an island of white stone. There was no sun, the sky was not black though, it was... there was no sky. There was nothing except this island. I turned around and was met with a tall figure that looked down to me from a pillar of black concrete. Then it spoke these words:"Beware The Frozen Phoenix. The star was reforged. We are not your enemies."I wanted to ask it/her/him that a Phoenix isn't frozen, Stars are giant balls of fire and that I was glad not to have him angry at me. That guy was intimidating. But then my mother woke me up:" Aziver, get out of bed, or I will have to throw a bucket of water in your face." That was effective. I dressed and ran down the stairs as if I was chased by a swarm of aggrevated silverfish. My mother was in the process of opening the shop. She was a certificated witch, that basically meant that she brewed and sold potions. I don't know what she throws in her cauldron, but I am always glad if the house doesn't explode.I should introduce myself. My name is Aziver Vedar, I am sixteen years old, and I am quite extraordinary. Extraordinary weird. For example: I have purple eyes, don't like the sun and therefore have a pale skin color and dream about how water will end my life. Of course, this means that I MUST live in a swamp, in a hut that is suspended on poles over a pool of water. I asked my mother countless times why he decided to build her house here, and her answer is always:"For safety reasons."I should add that I have an extremely short patience with people that I deem idiots. Those qualities combined have given me much trouble with my social life. I have no friends. Every person in the nearby village Mooreneat (stupid name in my opinion) stares at me like I am some kind of curiosity.Luckily, my mom has always some sort of chore for me, so I am not to bored. That mostly includes wandering the swamp and searching for some kind of potion ingredient. And I have time to be alone. But not today. "Aziver, my supply of melons has run out, and I just got a request to brew medical potions for the anniversary PvP Tournament of Mooreneat. Would you be so kind to visit Rimis and buy some ? I will give you the emeralds." Ugh. That meant I had to go to the village. But it could be worse. Rimis is a nice person. He owns a caravan and imports the various exotic fruits from the plantages of the southern realm. Mooreneat lies in the western realm, so he has to cross the wasteland in the middle of the four lands of the north, east, south and west, and always boasts with how he braved the monsters that supposedly live there. I don't really believe those tales, especially because Rimis is of small stature. But they are always interesting to hear, because he describes everything so realistically.The thought of Rimis standing over a pile of monster bodies with a sword raised over his head always cracks me up. "This day may not get too bad" I say to myself as I leave. It is damp like always, and a slight fog has settled in. The leaves of the swamp oaks are beginning to turn red and yellow, the only sign that summer has ended. But then I fall over a tree trunk and my good mood ends. Great. I am totally soaked in swamp water. I stand up. Suddenly, I feel like someone is watching me. I turn around and squint. And I think to see a shade, a slightly darker spot in the fog, far away. I blink and it is gone. "Oh great, now you are going insane." I scolded myself. After a few more minutes of walking I arrive in Mooreneat. Everyone is hyped up for this PvP tournament, because it is the only event in Mooreneat. And it is fun watching people fight in an arena. Mooreneat has the only Arena in a radius of 100 kilometres, so even folk from other villages and even a small town come to visit. There were stands selling tickets for entrance and pictures of the combatants, and you can sign up to participate yourself. The latter is always filled with guys that look like stereo-type knights in shining armor if they don't wear armor. A perfectly shaped body and muscles everywhere. Yes, I am jealous. Yes, I don't look the best. My arms and legs are unnaturally long and I am very thin. Another thing that makes me a freak. Rimis discovers me before I do:" Eh, Aziv! What'cha doin' there ? Ah, yer face looks like 7 days rain ! What happened ?" He talks so fast I can barely follow. "Good day Rimis. I am in need for melons. Are there any for sale ?" I ask politely. "Yessir, and you're just right on time! Those are the last two." He exclaims cheerfully.This confuses me. Usually, Rimis is forced to give away melons for free to make place because even though they taste delicious, there is always an overabundance due to their fast grow rate. He once told me that the melon farmers could harvest them every month, and it isn't very costly to cultivate them.
Rimis leaned over to me:" Between us two, I was surprised that there were still farms standing. Some kind of self-promoted King has declared war to every other person in the south with an army. Total mayhem, I tell ya.""Are you sure?" I asked carefully, for Rimis was known as a big troll. His response came straight back:" Of course I am sure, I even saw a city under siege. And if rumor is true, the same is happening in all the other realms." His voice was serious. "Even here !?" I asked him with a shaky feeling. "Even here. But you shouldn't worry too much. It's not like they would be very interested in this particular place. After all, it is just swamp, right? And -" He stopped. "What is ?""This person there is watching you since you came here. And his eyes are the same like yours."
That caught my attention. I turned in an instant and could catch a short view. He or she, I couldn't tell, wore a foot long cloak of black color. The face was covered by a hood, but I could see purple dots in the shade that hid the person's features. Then it turned and walked away, gaining speed. I ran after it. "And the melons!?" Rimis shouted. "I'll be back in a second." was my answer.I searched the croud and discovered the tall stature of my observer. He/She pushed away random people that were in his/her way and was heading straight for the swamp. I followed it and the sticky atmosphere hit me like a wall. The fog had thickened, not to speak from the air moisture. Suddenly I heard a scream, like someone was in great pain and then the person ran past me. I stormed after it."Who are you ?" I yelled. No response. And then the swamp ended and made place for the vast plains that were so typical for the western realm. I saw cows and sheep, and maybe a wheat field in the distance. But my journey came to an abrupt halt when someone behind me grabbed my arm. "Stop running!" commanded a deep, male voice. It sounded a bit garbled. I jolted around and saw myself face in face with the man I had chased. How he managed to get behind me I had no idea. Now that I could get a closer look, I discovered more details on the man's clothing. His cloak was bare of anything that could have given me an idea were he was from. But on the seam of his hood were small, ornate ... letters. I had never seen letters like this but to my full confusion I could read them. It said: This cloak belongs to Oblivion Vedar.
Chapter 2: My vengeful uncle predicts my death
The hallway was only lit from the dim light of torches that hung from the grey pillars. The four figures bowed and a voice could be heard, as cold as to freeze the heart of any mortal:" Have you succeeded in your work ?""Yes" they responded and an image appeared.
Malveus Ertz was not a friendly man, not kind, not gentle. He was what many people would call infact a soulless monster, but those people were now lying dead in their graves and he didn't have to think about them anymore. His concentration was focused on admiring the blueprints of this beautiful, accurate, and if used with skill, devastating contraption. As soon as they were brought before him, he knew that he could rule the world; and the sheer mass of copies that were now produced in his forges were the key. This was a true work of genius. And now that his scouts discovered large fields of what was a main ingredience in a swamp of the western realm, he was unstoppable.
Oblivion Vedar. Vedar. That was the name of my family. But what had this creepy guy to do with my family ? What did he want here ? Why did he run away ? These and many other questions popped up in my head, but what I then asked was rather stupid:" Why is your name written on your cloak ?"Oblivion seemed surprised. It was obvious that he didn't expect that kind of question, and I used that opportunity to break free and flee. When I looked back he was nowhere to be seen. I turned my head again and ran right into him. As I was falling backwards I managed to wonder how in the world that was possible. "Are you done ? Because then I could explain for example why my name is on my cloak. And the answer to that is: It is quite a good cloak and it holds back water very well, and if I somehow lose it I want it back." He sounded more amused than annoyed and I took this as a sign that my life wasn't in immediate danger. "Good. Now, I know this comes a bit fast, but I need to see your mother. Immediately !""Who are you ? Why do you need to see my mother ? Why should I not just punch you in the face ?" I demanded angrily.
"Those questions have time! All you need to know is that your mother has kept something for me and that I am in very dire need for it. You could say it is a matter of death and life."Of course, this answer wasn't very satisfying. I kept digging. "Who are you? What did my mother keep for you? I want answers!""Look, this is really important. It has to do with your father. Now I need to see your mother immediately" All kindness was gone from his voice, leaving an intimidating tone. And still I didn't give in:" You just ran a long way to escape me and you ...you ... gaahh!""Oh well! I suppose I will tell you on the way." he answered resigned. We entered the swamp again. "Did your mother tell you about your father ?"I shook my head."She only said that he died defending her when robbers wanted to loot the house. He killed them all but bled to death. She never told me how he looked, what his job was or anything for that matter."
"Now" began Oblivion" what if I would tell you that those robbers were not robbers. But hired killers. And what if I would tell you that those killers were paid by a man named Malveus Ertz ? And that he paid other killers to kill you."I just stared at him. What did he just say ? My father was assassinated ? "Why would someone do this ? What did my father do other than... Hell I don't even know what my father did !" I shouted."I do not have an answer to your question. I have sought to solve this riddle for the past years since your father died. But there is no motivation that I can think of. There was no reason to kill my brother !"To kill his brother. Something made click in my brain. So he was my uncle. This extremely creepy person was my uncle. "And why didn't you, for example, pay me a visit !" I was extremely mad now. The brother of my father didn't have the decency to visit his wife and his son."And now after all the years of hiding you are crawling out of your hole or what ?"Oblivion looked at me with his purple eyes, his face still covered. "I have to admit. I am not the best person out there. I ended many people's lives to find the man responsible for this. I wanted revenge. And I forgot you and your mother, even though you are the reason he died. But now, Malveus has hired an A-class Assassin. I don't know who or why, but you are his target. And I need to get you to safety. I know someone that will help us to protect you and destroy this Assassin."I stopped. "What, is.. Hell, are you making fun of me !!!? An assassin. And who is Malveus ? Why would he pay to have me dead? I am not important. I don't play a role in anything but helping my mother with her shop! WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM !? I just don't... Go away!"I wanted to punch something really badly. But Oblivion simply sighed. "It is confusing. If I could answer I would. But I will keep you and your mother -"Shut up. Just shut up and disappear as swiftly as you entered my life!" I interrupted him. I looked at the ground and I realised how rude I had been. I wanted to apologise but Oblivion wasn't around. "Am I going insane!?" I said loud. My anger disappeared. Did I just imagine that ? No, I was sure. I had just met my uncle. I made a mental note to ask my mother about this. And remembered why I even came here in the first place. Oh crud, the melons! I had completely forgotten the melons.If I was lucky, Rimis wouldn't have sold them by now, but I didn't want to challenge my luck, so I sprinted back to Mooreneat.I indeed was lucky enough to find Rimis still with the two melons."Back from your hunt?" He asked. "Was it any successful ?"I told him what had happened. Rimis then went silent for a minute. After that he said:" This Malveus Ertz does exist. His full title is Count Malveus Ertz from Istir and he is the guy who is causing the civil war in the west. Aha, your puzzled expression tells me that you haven't heard about it yet. Well, apparently Malveus alchemists have discovered a new weapon. I don't know what it does, but it seems like it is destructive and cheap enough to destroy any wall and be mass produced. Rumors are that he stormed the fortress of Zerber within an hour." That was bad. The fortress of Zerber was a masterpiece of defensive architecture and had never been overtaken, and had created the saying "like punching the stones of Zerber" to describe a redundant and tiring work. You can't conquer the fortress of Zerber, that was what everyone said and that was the truth. And Malveus Ertz, the man that supposedly wanted to kill him, had achieved what no one had before, not wild hordes, not evil magicians, after Minceraftian mythology not even gods. It withstood millenias of years and attacks, and now Malveus Ertz did what was impossible within an hour. Rimis must have seen the terror in my eyes, and immediately tried to calm me down:" Ya know, it is a rumor, most possibly put in the world by Malveus henchmen to spread fear. Even if he really attacked Zerber, he would have his butt handed to him before he could even scratch the walls. And even if he did manage, he wouldn't come here with his army and burn down -" An explosion disrupted his sentence. Everyone jumped around in surprise. A whistling that continuosly got louder followed and then the house beside the entrance of Mooreneat exploded in a rain of dust, fire and wooden shrapnell.
Chapter 3: And he is a badass
The ensuing panic that followed the destruction was enormous. People ran over each other, trampling those who weren't fast enough to avoid them. I would prefer to say that I had the courage to stay, but truth was that I simply couldn't move. I was frozen in place from shock. Rimis, who had ducked under his stand, was swearing like a horse. The smoke was gone and revealed a scene taken right from a field of battle : the people that were still in the near vicinity of the house when it exploded now lay on the ground. A closer look let me throw up. The explosion had sent splinters in every direction, and these splinters had impaled themselves into these poor villagers. They reminded me of bloodstained fungi, growing out of their eyes, heads, necks, backs, stomachs and legs. Some were torn to pieces when a sharp piece of wood had flewn right through them. Then soldiers marched in, with halberds unsheated. They wore stuffed pullovers and puffy trousers instead of chainmail or plate armor. On their chest was a banner depicting a red dragon. They saw me in an instant and began to shout. I still couldn't move. Then they surrounded me. A particularly big and brutal looking exemplar stepped forward. "Why aren't you running ?" He asked mockingly. I remained silent. That enraged him. "Are ya brave huh? Well, let's see. If I poke ya with this, will you still be brave ?" His companions laughed like he made a good joke. "Your face is ugly." stated someone. The insulted turned around furiously, and searched for the speaker. And suddenly, a tall man in a black cloak was standing infront of him. It seemed like he had just emerged from the ground. The soldier jerked back. "Who the Nether" he began but was cut short when Oblivion pulled out a scythe from seemingly thin air and held the blade at his throat. "My advice is that you go back to the moldy sewer you came out of and forget all of this. It may not fix it, but atleast you are not giving everyone a heart attack."
"Help", he squealed. The others were recovering from the sudden turn and moved in to attack. "It would be better for you if you stayed where you are now. I don't want to clean up your blood." Oblivion said. His voice was calm. "Yeah, sure. We are 9 and you are one moron that will be dead soon !" exclaimed a soldier with a scar on his lip. He regretted that sentence as soon as he said it. Oblivion hit Uglyface in his ugly face, knocking him out."Eight." The others charged at him. He let his scythe rotate and landed a blow with the blunt side of it on the nose of another soldier."Seven." One was trying to stab him, but he grabbed on to the hilt, ripped the weapon out of his hands and slammed it onto his forehead. "Six." Oblivion then let his weapon describe a wide arc and stabbed another soldier in the toe. He screamed in agony and wailed his arms around, placing the handle of his halberd in the crotch of the man behind him. "Four." counted Oblivion,"And ouch!"
The remaining four now came to their senses and simultaneously moved closer to Oblivion, raising their halberds to land a blow with the axe on their weapons. Oblivion dropped his scythe and developed superhuman reflexes. He dodged two of the swings, then caught onto a halberd and used it to throw the wielder into another soldier. Both were unconscious. "Two." Scar-Lip was whimpering. The other man fled in terror. "One." Closed Oblivion.
"Please, spare me. Spare me, I regret everything I've ever done, but don't kill me!" Scar-Lip was begging on his knees. Oblivion picked back up his scythe. "You belong to the troops of Baron Malveus Ertz of Istir. This man killed my brother, and has issued the order to kill my nephew, as well as all these villagers. But you are not Baron Malveus, and as long as you run as far as your legs allow it and never enter my field of vision again, I will spare you."
Scar-Lip had tears in his eyes:" Thank you, kind Sir, may your life be long and prosperous." And then he ran, too. Oblivion turned and was met with the pike of a halberd pointed at his chest. Ugly-Face grinned in triumph:"You, are so dead!" Then his smile vanished and he fell over. Rimis was standing there, holding a heavy stick in his hands. "Rimis to the rescue, 24 hours a day seven days a week." he exclaimed proudly.
The image flickered, and then was ultimately gone. The temperature in the throne room dropped far beyond the freezing point. "I am dysappoynted. Ye knoweth that he is the key to the crypt of mye arch-enemy. He must not uncover hys uncles secret ! Delay his journey ! Destroyeth ye the city of the Mar Undrei before he reaches it !Now go, but do not fayll me agayn."
Chapter 4: A dream of the past
I just stood there, dumbfounded, staring at Oblivion like an idiot. All around him lay the unconscious bodies of those brutes that attacked Mooreneat. The smell of death, blood and smoke lingered in the air.
"You just... How did you-" I couldn't speak any further. A wave of nausea spilled over me. "Are you well?" Oblivion asked, concern in his voice. Then my vision faded to black.
The last thing I saw was how my uncle evaporated in an burst of purple sparks. But that must have been a hallucination.
I awoke on white, rough stone. It wasn't a sudden awakening, instead I had just slipped out of sleep and landed in reality like on a soft pillow. When my eyes openend, I realised I was wrong. This place was too unreal, too logic-defying to exist. There was no sun or a moon, but a dim light, that just seemed to emanate from the air itself, lit the pale rock. When I glanced up again, I realised that there wasn't even a sky. Instead I had the impression of looking at a wound in the fabric of reality. Like space itself refused to fill this gaping hole. Something else caught my attention. A spire, made from a material I had never seen. At first it seemed pitchblack, but a shade of purple was mixed in. Its surface was not dull and raspy, as one would expect, but smooth and reflecting. I let my view wander upwards. I wanted to be ontop of it. I closed my eyes. A sound could be heard, unlike anything I ever experienced. But I knew that it was the sound of the laws of physic giving up, making the impossible true. I opened my eyes, and was standing atop the pillar.
"Impressive. I assume you remember me from the last time we met?" The voice reminded me of Oblivion.
I turned around. There was a black sheme standing before me, purple dots where the eyes should be.
"This is the place from my dream." I answered. "But it seems more real. There was something blinding my view. Now it is gone. Is this still a dream?" I asked with a voice that didn't belong to me. That means, it WAS my voice. But it sounded different. Distorted. Just slightly, enough not to get noticed by anyone else than me.
"It is a dream for you. For me, it is truth. Now, Azivar, look, and tell me what you see." The figure spoke without opening its mouth.
I followed its order.
"I see the ground. It is made of a strange pale rock."
"Continue."
"I see the edge of the island. It leads into nothing. If you fall, you fall into emptiness."
"The Void."
"I see other pillars like this we are standing on. They are made from the same material. No. They are not pillars. They are towers."
"Yes. Good. I think I can show you."
"Show me what?" I asked carefully.
A picture entered my mind. A picture of this place. But it wasn't abandoned. I saw a city, with black towers, but the geometry of it was impossible. Walkways bent around themselves and went straight at the same time. The towers stood downwards and their tips still touched the air. The streets were paved with the same stone. Shemes, like the one I met were there. It was full of life. The whole place seemed brighter, and I felt happiness in my heart, the happiness to be and nothing else. A snowflake fell from the cloudless sky. Then a man walked into the city. Where he passed, the buildings arranged themselves in order, grew to uniformed size and shape. The chaotic streets straightened and formed rectangular intersections. The shemes cried out in anger as this man robbed them of their freedom, squeezed their home into a prison with walls of reason and logic. It was the first time that they experienced hate, but it was pure hate and limitless. I felt what they felt, and I thought their thoughts. They wanted this person not dead, they wanted to inflict unimaginable pain and terror to him, for eternity, and only after this time their anger would fade. And so did I. The shemes lifted into the air, then lunged at the man, but before they could touch him, a sphere of light expanded from the man's chest and struck them. Their essence melted and gathered in small puddles on the ground. Then tall creatures arose from the puddles, shadows dripping off them like water, instantly vaporizing when they hit the ground. Nightblack skin, violet eyes, physical manifestations of what they were before.
"Why have you done this? What gives you the right to rob our freedom?"
"Were you not evyl spirits, destroyng it?"
"We built it. We were full of glee, just to be. Haven't you heard our laughter?"
"I heard the sreeches of corrupted soules."
"Haven't you seen the beauty in controlled chaos?"
"This chaos was of the devyl."
"Are you sorry atleast for the pain you caused us?"
"I am not, for thou art monsters, and thus deserve nothyng but contempt!"
The tallest figure stepped forward.
The fire of hate burned in the eyes of all of them, but these eyes did indeed send sparks.
"What is your name? Where do you come from?" It demanded to know with an ice-cold voice.
"I am from the Overworlde. I am a human, the fairest of Notch's creations. My name is S-" he began, but the tallest creature tore a hole in his ribcage and ripped his heart out.
"Actually, it does not matter to us. You say you are the fairest creation? It seems to me that this is a lie. Your actions against us have proven that. I say that your kind, who calls themselves humans, must be wiped out." With these words he squashed the heart in his hand.
"Have you seen what this human did? Of course! We must wipe them out, or more will come to disturb our peace!"
Another shadow-man (I dubbed them shadow-men for obvious reasons) walked beside him. "Fool. If we attack them, then more will come for sure. The only thing that we can do is wait and hide."
"Oh no. When I am finished with them, they will hide!" Said the tallest.
"What is this madness you came up with? The others of his kind do not bear any responsibility." Responded the other one.
"Well, if I can not count on you, then I will do it myself." and he combusted into a cloud if purple particles.
The picture was gone.
"Why did you show me that?" I asked.
"It is the reason." The sheme answered. "Now wake up."
Chapter 5: Evidence of Dog-Spiders is found.
Oblivion could already feel the corrosive effect that the water had on his skin. No wonder, this place had to be the most humid swamp ever. It began with a tickle, then swelled into a slight itch and then to a full-fledged burning pain. Every move hurt. He sighed. It seemed that this world, in all its beauty, wasn't meant for him to wander in it. He had no idea how his brother Void could have lived here for five years. Maybe he had spent so much time in his human guise that he actually became human or his love to Mora Vedar didn't have him care about it. However, Oblivion did care. Oh no, this world really was not a place for his kind. He looked down to the man who just had taken out the big ugly man with the even more ugly face. His head was bald, his skin had a brown tint to it. Oblivion's photographic mind told him that this man was born in the southern lands of the continent Minceraftia. He continued analyzing the man. What had Azivar called him? Rimis. Rimis' eyes were of a vibrant blue, suggesting a witty and vivid personality. Though of small stature, he was muscular. Most possibly a trader, and a successful one too, judging from his clothes, that were a beatiful example of tailoring. White silk gowns, decorated with lapis lazuli threads. Shoes, crafted from the hide of mooshrooms. A hat, woven from the soft wool of pink sheep, dyed golden.They must have cost a fortune. That didn't make sense! Why would he still be selling his goods personally when he could afford such cloth ? A great amount of money was already required to afford meeting the people who had access to those ressources. Only the richest had the emeralds for that! Something was fishy about this man. He would have to keep an eye on him. He noticed that Azivar tried to speak, but the only result was a great amount of whats. His already pale face had taken on a sickly green tone.
"Are you well?" asked Oblivion. A purely rhetoric question, not much better than one of those floskels that humans loved so much, and a waste of time, a question to an obvious answer. But it was the price that he had to pay, for his real being had to be kept a secret.
His nephew staggered backwards, spun and fell. A dart stuck in his back, the tip still smoking from the poison it was bathed in.
Here he was, wondering about clothing and pondering about the differences of cultures that had never met each other, when his nephew had just been the victim of an assassination.
Oblivion blinked once. When his eyes opened, he was towering behind a figure wrapped in brown linen, cowering behind a market stand, another dart in its hand.
Oblivion opened his mouth and screamed, a scream that was plainly wrong, and did not belong to such a place like this. It belonged in visions of insanity, in worlds of madness, and the end of time. It was a scream that promised a certain, agonizing and slow death. A scream worthy of a Mar Undrei. And as the figure jerked around, his pupils widened from horror, as he glanced upon a nightmare, and screamed himself when his body was torn apart by claws of darkness.
"I can not grasp the wordes necessary to describe thy mystakes. I hast given thee full freedom in thy decisions and a poore choyce is all that thou art able to manage! He is still alyve, and every minute he comes closer to uncover his herytage." chided the voice, and tendrils of grey smoke cut the face of one of the four beings.
"I shall not make such a mistake again, Icebringer!"
"Thys is true. Thy next faylure will be the last of thine! But maybe ye others art able to bryng me news that do not holde record of youer inability to execute mye orders? Norder, thou art the one I am asking!"
The one called Norder stood upright. "I managed to reactivate the forges of Neithril and the portal that grants access to it. I have issued the command to create more rod golems and magma spirits.Further, I have positioned a battaillon of porci homi and the first thousand rod golems to guard the portal and the labyrinth surrounding it. I hope you do not deem this protection overkill. And I have one more thing: while visiting the fortress, I saw skeletons wielding swords. Their bones were charred, and they were defenitely not human skeletons."
"I do not. As fore those skeletons, investigayte. Maybe we can use those to help mye plans.
Now thou, Oster!"
"A great success, my Lord. The mines are full of spiders, and I killed their queen, so they are now dire to my command. I was also able to salvage a few books from the remains of the eternal library. The name, if you allow me, is quite ironic!"
"I wyll sight them later. And what news do you bring, Suder?"
"I went to the desert graves. An army of undead warriors awaits your orders!"
"Now, only the monsters of the west hath to be readied. I do not trust Vester to fulfill what is necessary to do so. You all will go. Plant the seeds of destruction, in the lyteral sense!"
When Oblivion halted, the assassin had long stopped breathing. He observed his gruesome work. The stand and the floor nearby was painted crimson. There were patches of skin that he cut off the man's flesh scattered around. Althoug he could hardly be recognized as a human anymore. Raw meat shimmered in the sunlight, blood mixed with dirt and water. On the right side of the skull, he had severed the tissue from the bone. The stomach was cut open. He turned away in disgust. His cloak also had splatters of red on it. Oblivion stared at his hands. They were no more those of a man. Instead, three claws, one thumb and two fingers, with razor-sharp edges like blades, and long like the legs of spiders. He had revealed his true self. But that did not matter now. Only the life of Azivar mattered. He could worry later about cleaning up the traces. His essence flickered and apparead at Azivar's body. Maybe there was still time to destillate an anti-dote. But for that, he had to bring him to Mora. Only there were the instruments required.
"I take it that the boy should not be told about this particular incident, that would be, ripping this man to pieces and you taking the form of something I had believed to never see again?" asked Rimis, calm and with a raised eyebrow.
"The Order of The Hero?"asked the thing that was Oblivion.
"The Advisor in persona. And I advise that we leave this place and save Azivar's life. If you would be so kind?"
Oblivion nodded. He grabbed Rimis' hand, gently picked up his unconscious nephew and blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
I woke up and wished I didn't. I had a headache, a massive one too, like someone had dropped an anvil on my skull. As if such pain didn't suffice, I felt very cold, my limbs were stiff, and my stomach was upset.
I opened my eyes. I lay in a small bed with a red sheet and a white pillow.
The room was small. A tiny window let just enough light in for my chamber to be cozy and not gloomy. There was an end table on the right side of my bed, and beside that, a book shelf, containing the only books I ever read. There were few, but I had read them countless times. My favourite, though, I could recite every last sentence of it: The Book of Dreams, by Asa Netargoss
"Why do I get the irksome feeling that everything is quieter than it should be?" I say the quote aloud.
"Must I answer this?"
Oblivion's cloak blended in perfectly with the shadows in the far left corner of my room. If he hadn't spoken, I may have never noticed him.
"It is a quote from my favourite book. So, no, not really."
"Ah, the book is a marvellous character in my opinion."
"You read it yourself?" I exclaimed in confused surprise.
Oblivion smiled, a gentle and warm smile it was, and knowingful. "Oh, I devoured it. You seem to have a pretty good taste in literature, nephew."
It was unusual for me to be called nephew.
"Oh, did I just forget to ask you how you feel? I am sorry!" My uncle looked quite sheepish.
"Not really well, I got to say. I have headaches and I feel ill in general."
"And you are permitted to have them. After all, you were struck by a poison dart, presumably thrown by the A-class assassin that Baron Malveus Ertz hired. Obviously, he didn't hold up the expectations, but he was swift in travelling it seems." he sighed.
"I nearly died?" I asked.
"Yes, you did."
"I nearly died. Oh wow. I never thought that I would be saying this, but I nearly died! It is funny, in a sick sense. Actually, I think it is pretty disturbing to laugh about it, but I must laugh. I don't know why! I just want to laugh very loud and sing songs! About my near death by an assassin. What happened to him, by the way?"
"Stopic panicking. You are out of danger for now. As for the assassin," he seemed deliberate over something, like he was not in the possession of the words to describe
it. After a minute or two, he closed: "We came to a mutual agreement. He would stop killing you."
"And you? What was your part in this agreement?"
"Well, it wasn't really mutual after all." Oblivion left it at this cryptic statement. To be honest, I didn't really want to know what happened to my would-be-murderer.
"Where is mom?" I asked instead, eager to know the reason of her absence and why she didn't say hello to me after I woke up.
"Your mother has watched the whole night over you after she forced the anti-dote to the poison down your throat. She seemed what can be only described as the contrary to energetic, that is, tired. She is asleep.
"Since we are on the subject of poison, would you want to know what kind of substance nearly had caused your early demise?"
"Actually" I responded drily,"I don't want to know. It makes me feel uneasy."
Oblivion's face was still hidden in the shadow, but I could feel he was smirking in a very smart way only obnoxiously smart people smirk, and only when you tell them not to bother you with trivial trivia, and they would do it anyways because they like hearing themselves talking about sophisticated topics.
"The poison is remarkably extraordinary, so I am going to tell you anyways. Not only because I like hearing myself talk about sophisticated topics like deadly chemicals, but also for your education."
Apparently I was right.
"The poison" began my uncle,"is actually a venom. Spider venom to be precise. Now, venomous spiders are a commonly known fact. What is interesting about this venom, is that it was such a great amount of venom. It gets even more interesting if you know that spiders are only able to release small amounts of venom. The scary part begins there, that every time, a spider's venom is composed differently. One could say, there is no puddle of venom like the other."
"So? What does this do to educate me?" I demanded impatiently.
"Let me finish first! Ah yes. There was alot of toxic substance on that dart, and when your mother analyzed it further, it appeared to be not a mixture, but one single amount of venom. That leads us to the belief, that the spider who was milked for that, is about the size of a wolf."
"And what does that matter to me?"
Oblivion responded proudly:"Now you know that there are giant spiders that provide poison for assassinations. But that aside, you have to get out of bed, pack your goods and come with me. It is not safe anymore in Mooreneat. I have spied around. Those soldiers beared the sign of Malveus Ertz, and they kind of want to kill you."
My answer was not what you would expect it to be:"No!"
"Good. Wait what?! No? There is no "No", you are in danger and I must remove you from danger! Now rise!" demanded Oblivion with a touch of panic in his voice.
I insisted:"No! I am exhausted. First, I meet and compete with you in a marathon, then people with halberds want to kill me, then I nearly died from the venom of a wolf-spider"
"Actually, it is a spider as big as a wolf." he tried to correct me.
"And then I have an array of weird dreams."
I shouted the last bit.
Oblivion tilted his head slightly forward.
"Weird dreams?" he wanted to know. "What kind of weird dream?"
I described what I saw to him. After I finished, he sat down on the side of my bed.
"Azivar." he spoke silently. "You will get your rest soon enough. But first you and I must go somewhere Ertz can't find you."
"And where exactly?"
"We will visit some relatives."
Chapter 6: The author drops painfully obvious hints
The skeleton with the charred bones observed the army marching out of the fortress. It was heading to the place were the other two lived. He feared, not for his life, that ended long ago, but for the people in the Overworld. He feared that what would emerge when he failed, that they would turn the worlds grey and let life fade. That they would black out the sun and turn the world into a hollow husk. He feared that they may suck out the color, and denied the wind to be; that they would keep the sunrise from the humans, until even the memory of it withered and vanished. He still remembered it. One morning, when he still was a man, he woke up, walked outside and saw the sun emerge from the ground. This memory burned itself into his mind. Now, that he had forgotten what his name was, where he lived, how he was given this burden, this he remembered. And he knew he would do anything to keep them trapped. Any sacrifice was worth it. When Notch infused the third soul into his body, he gave away his being. For this task. The soul in him corrupted his outside. But it could not from the inside, and neither his companions.
He sent them the image that displayed itself infront of him on telepathic roads only he could see. And a message, to run and hide. The Icebringer would never find them. And they would continue to keep them sealed. For eternity.
"He was torn apart like from a savage animal. He was literally shreddered, Baron!" The underling kneeled before him. He reminded Malveus of a squishy maggot. His skin and his fat belly disgusted him.
"It is KING, filthy peasant! If you address me again, you shall say King Malveus Of IstirThe Victorious!" he commanded. The underling squealed from his sudden change in mood and began apologizing instantly. It was worse than before.
"Yes your high majesty! Forgive me unworthy fool, my Lo- ah, your royalty! Let me kiss your feet!"
Malveus had trouble containing himself. The day had begun good. He had taken Zerber in a rush. The walls stood no chance against his arsenal. But then, a messenger arrived, with the remains of the assassin he had hired. The assassination failed, and now there was Peasant Maggot begging to kiss his feet.
"I have nothing but contempt for you! Try to touch me and I will personally behead you. Now move your sorry **** out of my sight!" He spat.
"Yes your gratefulness!". He crawled backwards out of the throne room, kneeling still. Malveus wished his back would break by doing so.
But back to more pleasant things. He admired the room, from where he would soon rule all of Minceraftia. This city was untakeable before, and now with his special toys...
He chuckled.
"What about the boy now, My High King?" asked his advisor. Malveus jolted back. The man had the habit of sneaking up to him, and he always surprised him when he was in rather deep thoughts. The reason as to why he even had an advisor fled his mind. He employed one, because, because...
He didn't know. But he was sure that the reason was important.
"I don't know? Why do you even think it is important that the boy dies?"
Malveus tried to concentrate on the advisors appearance, but it was almost as if he changed every second. As soon as he gazed upon him he moved out of his sight. Nonsense! That wasn't possible.
The advisors smooth voice responded:"He is a threat to you, my High King! One day, he will raise an army, and he will kill you single-handedly."
"That does not make sense! He is a boy, and you can't see the future!"
The advisors tone was now different.
It sounded gentler. A voice that you wanted to obey.
"Believe me, my High King, the boy is a threat to you. You must kill him. But he has the one your soldiers call "Black Reaper" with him. Only the best of the best can accomplish that in his presence. Only one single person.
The Anvil Ninja."
"Then go fetch him!" Demanded Malveus.
To his big surprise, no advisor was around. Instead, his personal guard stood before his throne.
"Fetch whom, my King?"
"Noone. Forget what I said!" he snapped.
"Are you well, majesty? Should I call the medicus?"
Malveus gave him a stare under that the guard seemingly began to shrink.
"I told you to forget what I said!"
"Yes, my King." The guard murmured intimidated, and returned to his place beside the King's seat.
"I am positively surprisedd. I have not been under the ympression that ye aret capable of doing anythyng ryet, lest the most important parte of mye planne. Mayebe I should still keep ye arounde?"
Vester, Oster, Norder and Suder were growing quite uncomfortable. They knew that the Icebringer would not give them another chance.
Vester spoke first:"The crops have been planted, my Lord. I expect them to mature in about two months. And thanks to Malveus, the distraction is also taken care of."
Then Oster stepped forwards:" The cave spiders have left their mines and are ravaging their cities. Noone dares to step out, be it night or day."
Norder bowed:"The plague is doing its job. The people from the north are dying like the flies."
Only Suder was left.
"Thou, Suder, for thy people I have thought of a thing verrey devious indeed. Not sword, illness or wild animals will be their downfall, no, their own greed!"
"But how so?"
"Whisper them the beauty of money in their ears, and so shall their tombstones be made of gold."
Suder was confused, but dared not to ask, so he obeyed.
And The Icebringer knew that the time of his return came ever closer.
When will Chapter 1 be out? I'm not the best critique, I give your story (well, prologue) so far, a 4/5. I'm sure something can be added. I don't know what... Do you mind checking the 4our Series: The 4 Crowns (my story) again? I finished the 6th Chapter and will start the 7th today or tomorrow. Anyway, great job! I'm looking forward to the next installment.
I reworked ze prologue. Behold the power of ze great Lich Lord.ALSO : I achieved what no one has before. People may write better, people may post more chapters or longer chapters, but no one weite an entire prologue on their phone.
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Basically all you have in America, shows are delayed by half a year and we have KiKa ( but that is filled with blue bunnies that jump around and say : DIBEDIBUDAB )
My main problem with me is that I have problems writing stories that invoke feelings other than death and destruction. (Totally not because I am a soulless monster) I always find myself saying :"Naah this is too cheesy/ Okay, this makes no sense at all". I have a hard time deciding if I am finished with something.
But hey, Leonardo da Vinci had the same problem.
Hehehe.... D:
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Basically all you have in America, shows are delayed by half a year and we have KiKa ( but that is filled with blue bunnies that jump around and say : DIBEDIBUDAB )
My main problem with me is that I have problems writing stories that invoke feelings other than death and destruction. (Totally not because I am a soulless monster) I always find myself saying :"Naah this is too cheesy/ Okay, this makes no sense at all". I have a hard time deciding if I am finished with something.
Thin and long limbs... Purple eyes... Dreams about getting killed by water... That sounds almost like a minecraft monster beginning with an 'Ender' and ending with a 'man' .
You do ? Thank you.
And yes it does, and the urge to spoil stuff is eating me, so I will have to resort to smile knowingly.
PS: To everyone, if you could tell me what you think could be improved, even if it is just one little thing, would make me a happy panda.
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But not all was good in these kingdoms. In the middle of the lands was a great wasteland. No one dared to live there, for the weather was hostile and the ground bared all fertility and not even bonemeal or magic could change this. It would snow and the next moment, the sun would burn your skin and bleach bones. But this was not everything that wasn't quite right with these fields : There were stories. Stories about monsters, and although most of them were products of the tellers mad fantasy, four monsters were described many many times, and it is believed that the tales about these creatures were true.
Those were then firstly a giant spider, sometimes with venomous fangs, sometimes from absurd size.
Secondly, wandering, decaying corpses. It is not known wether they are intelligent or not, but they possess enough to wield weapons. Strangely enough, those are mostly shovels and spades.
Thirdly, skeletal bodies, carrying bows, resurrected by some kind of dark magic. Fearsome enough, but the real danger was their certain knowledge of advanced ballistics. They used this to shoot arrows with deadly accuracy over long ranges.
But the most terrifying of all was the one called creeper, an abomination of chaos. His name was achieved through his totally silent way of walking, but the true horror he caused came from the fact that he combusted when in near vicinity of his victim.The reports of those creatures differed the most, depicting him as a scaled beast, then he was made from leafs, another time a deformed pig. But two facts were always the same : its green color and a deep frown on its hideous face.
And in the middle of this cursed land stood a single mountain, high enough to pierce the sky. And ontop of this nameless rock, a villain arose. In the course of one night, he erected a Dark Citadel, the towers and walls from a grey, indestructible stone.Nobody knew where he came from, nobody knew what he wanted. But he set out to conquer the kingdoms. His army was made from shades, from fiery creatures and from the dead, from creepers and from spiders. One city after another fell. And soon, fear struck the hearts of the bravest when his name was heard, Srebro The Lich Lord, and terror took over their hearts when they saw his banner : a blue bird with a red eye, a long feather sprouting from his head, forming an S. But when all hope was lost, the gods sent our savior : A fierce warrior, a man that would fight with his teeth when his limbs would be gone, a man that would stand still if fire engulfed his skin. His name is lost, but he was fittingly called Hero.He challenged Srebro at the fields of Despair. They fought six hours, and six hours more when finally The Hero shattered Srebro's Phylacter, a crystal star with four spikes, the object he stored all his power in, and thus vanquished him.But the power that this object would bring corrupted the heart of this warrior, turned him evil, dire to the Lich's mind that still lingered in these fragments. He killed the four kings, but was in return banished into a dungeon dimension, created especially for him by the kingdoms most powerful wizards. But the deed could not be reversed, the kings were dead and the Lich had ultimately won the war. The great Civilisation, the legacy of the four legendary kings fell to the greed and hunger for power of a few Warlords. And so, this great age ended.
Chapter 1: A shortage of melons and a mini Marathon
Rimis leaned over to me:" Between us two, I was surprised that there were still farms standing. Some kind of self-promoted King has declared war to every other person in the south with an army. Total mayhem, I tell ya.""Are you sure?" I asked carefully, for Rimis was known as a big troll. His response came straight back:" Of course I am sure, I even saw a city under siege. And if rumor is true, the same is happening in all the other realms." His voice was serious. "Even here !?" I asked him with a shaky feeling. "Even here. But you shouldn't worry too much. It's not like they would be very interested in this particular place. After all, it is just swamp, right? And -" He stopped. "What is ?""This person there is watching you since you came here. And his eyes are the same like yours."
That caught my attention. I turned in an instant and could catch a short view. He or she, I couldn't tell, wore a foot long cloak of black color. The face was covered by a hood, but I could see purple dots in the shade that hid the person's features. Then it turned and walked away, gaining speed. I ran after it. "And the melons!?" Rimis shouted. "I'll be back in a second." was my answer.I searched the croud and discovered the tall stature of my observer. He/She pushed away random people that were in his/her way and was heading straight for the swamp. I followed it and the sticky atmosphere hit me like a wall. The fog had thickened, not to speak from the air moisture. Suddenly I heard a scream, like someone was in great pain and then the person ran past me. I stormed after it."Who are you ?" I yelled. No response. And then the swamp ended and made place for the vast plains that were so typical for the western realm. I saw cows and sheep, and maybe a wheat field in the distance. But my journey came to an abrupt halt when someone behind me grabbed my arm. "Stop running!" commanded a deep, male voice. It sounded a bit garbled. I jolted around and saw myself face in face with the man I had chased. How he managed to get behind me I had no idea. Now that I could get a closer look, I discovered more details on the man's clothing. His cloak was bare of anything that could have given me an idea were he was from. But on the seam of his hood were small, ornate ... letters. I had never seen letters like this but to my full confusion I could read them. It said: This cloak belongs to Oblivion Vedar.
Chapter 2: My vengeful uncle predicts my death
The hallway was only lit from the dim light of torches that hung from the grey pillars. The four figures bowed and a voice could be heard, as cold as to freeze the heart of any mortal:" Have you succeeded in your work ?""Yes" they responded and an image appeared.
Malveus Ertz was not a friendly man, not kind, not gentle. He was what many people would call infact a soulless monster, but those people were now lying dead in their graves and he didn't have to think about them anymore. His concentration was focused on admiring the blueprints of this beautiful, accurate, and if used with skill, devastating contraption. As soon as they were brought before him, he knew that he could rule the world; and the sheer mass of copies that were now produced in his forges were the key. This was a true work of genius. And now that his scouts discovered large fields of what was a main ingredience in a swamp of the western realm, he was unstoppable.
Oblivion Vedar. Vedar. That was the name of my family. But what had this creepy guy to do with my family ? What did he want here ? Why did he run away ? These and many other questions popped up in my head, but what I then asked was rather stupid:" Why is your name written on your cloak ?"Oblivion seemed surprised. It was obvious that he didn't expect that kind of question, and I used that opportunity to break free and flee. When I looked back he was nowhere to be seen. I turned my head again and ran right into him. As I was falling backwards I managed to wonder how in the world that was possible. "Are you done ? Because then I could explain for example why my name is on my cloak. And the answer to that is: It is quite a good cloak and it holds back water very well, and if I somehow lose it I want it back." He sounded more amused than annoyed and I took this as a sign that my life wasn't in immediate danger. "Good. Now, I know this comes a bit fast, but I need to see your mother. Immediately !""Who are you ? Why do you need to see my mother ? Why should I not just punch you in the face ?" I demanded angrily.
"Those questions have time! All you need to know is that your mother has kept something for me and that I am in very dire need for it. You could say it is a matter of death and life."Of course, this answer wasn't very satisfying. I kept digging. "Who are you? What did my mother keep for you? I want answers!""Look, this is really important. It has to do with your father. Now I need to see your mother immediately" All kindness was gone from his voice, leaving an intimidating tone. And still I didn't give in:" You just ran a long way to escape me and you ...you ... gaahh!""Oh well! I suppose I will tell you on the way." he answered resigned. We entered the swamp again. "Did your mother tell you about your father ?"I shook my head."She only said that he died defending her when robbers wanted to loot the house. He killed them all but bled to death. She never told me how he looked, what his job was or anything for that matter."
"Now" began Oblivion" what if I would tell you that those robbers were not robbers. But hired killers. And what if I would tell you that those killers were paid by a man named Malveus Ertz ? And that he paid other killers to kill you."I just stared at him. What did he just say ? My father was assassinated ? "Why would someone do this ? What did my father do other than... Hell I don't even know what my father did !" I shouted."I do not have an answer to your question. I have sought to solve this riddle for the past years since your father died. But there is no motivation that I can think of. There was no reason to kill my brother !"To kill his brother. Something made click in my brain. So he was my uncle. This extremely creepy person was my uncle. "And why didn't you, for example, pay me a visit !" I was extremely mad now. The brother of my father didn't have the decency to visit his wife and his son."And now after all the years of hiding you are crawling out of your hole or what ?"Oblivion looked at me with his purple eyes, his face still covered. "I have to admit. I am not the best person out there. I ended many people's lives to find the man responsible for this. I wanted revenge. And I forgot you and your mother, even though you are the reason he died. But now, Malveus has hired an A-class Assassin. I don't know who or why, but you are his target. And I need to get you to safety. I know someone that will help us to protect you and destroy this Assassin."I stopped. "What, is.. Hell, are you making fun of me !!!? An assassin. And who is Malveus ? Why would he pay to have me dead? I am not important. I don't play a role in anything but helping my mother with her shop! WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM !? I just don't... Go away!"I wanted to punch something really badly. But Oblivion simply sighed. "It is confusing. If I could answer I would. But I will keep you and your mother -"Shut up. Just shut up and disappear as swiftly as you entered my life!" I interrupted him. I looked at the ground and I realised how rude I had been. I wanted to apologise but Oblivion wasn't around. "Am I going insane!?" I said loud. My anger disappeared. Did I just imagine that ? No, I was sure. I had just met my uncle. I made a mental note to ask my mother about this. And remembered why I even came here in the first place. Oh crud, the melons! I had completely forgotten the melons.If I was lucky, Rimis wouldn't have sold them by now, but I didn't want to challenge my luck, so I sprinted back to Mooreneat.I indeed was lucky enough to find Rimis still with the two melons."Back from your hunt?" He asked. "Was it any successful ?"I told him what had happened. Rimis then went silent for a minute. After that he said:" This Malveus Ertz does exist. His full title is Count Malveus Ertz from Istir and he is the guy who is causing the civil war in the west. Aha, your puzzled expression tells me that you haven't heard about it yet. Well, apparently Malveus alchemists have discovered a new weapon. I don't know what it does, but it seems like it is destructive and cheap enough to destroy any wall and be mass produced. Rumors are that he stormed the fortress of Zerber within an hour." That was bad. The fortress of Zerber was a masterpiece of defensive architecture and had never been overtaken, and had created the saying "like punching the stones of Zerber" to describe a redundant and tiring work. You can't conquer the fortress of Zerber, that was what everyone said and that was the truth. And Malveus Ertz, the man that supposedly wanted to kill him, had achieved what no one had before, not wild hordes, not evil magicians, after Minceraftian mythology not even gods. It withstood millenias of years and attacks, and now Malveus Ertz did what was impossible within an hour. Rimis must have seen the terror in my eyes, and immediately tried to calm me down:" Ya know, it is a rumor, most possibly put in the world by Malveus henchmen to spread fear. Even if he really attacked Zerber, he would have his butt handed to him before he could even scratch the walls. And even if he did manage, he wouldn't come here with his army and burn down -" An explosion disrupted his sentence. Everyone jumped around in surprise. A whistling that continuosly got louder followed and then the house beside the entrance of Mooreneat exploded in a rain of dust, fire and wooden shrapnell.
Chapter 3: And he is a badass
The ensuing panic that followed the destruction was enormous. People ran over each other, trampling those who weren't fast enough to avoid them. I would prefer to say that I had the courage to stay, but truth was that I simply couldn't move. I was frozen in place from shock. Rimis, who had ducked under his stand, was swearing like a horse. The smoke was gone and revealed a scene taken right from a field of battle : the people that were still in the near vicinity of the house when it exploded now lay on the ground. A closer look let me throw up. The explosion had sent splinters in every direction, and these splinters had impaled themselves into these poor villagers. They reminded me of bloodstained fungi, growing out of their eyes, heads, necks, backs, stomachs and legs. Some were torn to pieces when a sharp piece of wood had flewn right through them. Then soldiers marched in, with halberds unsheated. They wore stuffed pullovers and puffy trousers instead of chainmail or plate armor. On their chest was a banner depicting a red dragon. They saw me in an instant and began to shout. I still couldn't move. Then they surrounded me. A particularly big and brutal looking exemplar stepped forward. "Why aren't you running ?" He asked mockingly. I remained silent. That enraged him. "Are ya brave huh? Well, let's see. If I poke ya with this, will you still be brave ?" His companions laughed like he made a good joke. "Your face is ugly." stated someone. The insulted turned around furiously, and searched for the speaker. And suddenly, a tall man in a black cloak was standing infront of him. It seemed like he had just emerged from the ground. The soldier jerked back. "Who the Nether" he began but was cut short when Oblivion pulled out a scythe from seemingly thin air and held the blade at his throat. "My advice is that you go back to the moldy sewer you came out of and forget all of this. It may not fix it, but atleast you are not giving everyone a heart attack."
"Help", he squealed. The others were recovering from the sudden turn and moved in to attack. "It would be better for you if you stayed where you are now. I don't want to clean up your blood." Oblivion said. His voice was calm. "Yeah, sure. We are 9 and you are one moron that will be dead soon !" exclaimed a soldier with a scar on his lip. He regretted that sentence as soon as he said it. Oblivion hit Uglyface in his ugly face, knocking him out."Eight." The others charged at him. He let his scythe rotate and landed a blow with the blunt side of it on the nose of another soldier."Seven." One was trying to stab him, but he grabbed on to the hilt, ripped the weapon out of his hands and slammed it onto his forehead. "Six." Oblivion then let his weapon describe a wide arc and stabbed another soldier in the toe. He screamed in agony and wailed his arms around, placing the handle of his halberd in the crotch of the man behind him. "Four." counted Oblivion,"And ouch!"
The remaining four now came to their senses and simultaneously moved closer to Oblivion, raising their halberds to land a blow with the axe on their weapons. Oblivion dropped his scythe and developed superhuman reflexes. He dodged two of the swings, then caught onto a halberd and used it to throw the wielder into another soldier. Both were unconscious. "Two." Scar-Lip was whimpering. The other man fled in terror. "One." Closed Oblivion.
"Please, spare me. Spare me, I regret everything I've ever done, but don't kill me!" Scar-Lip was begging on his knees. Oblivion picked back up his scythe. "You belong to the troops of Baron Malveus Ertz of Istir. This man killed my brother, and has issued the order to kill my nephew, as well as all these villagers. But you are not Baron Malveus, and as long as you run as far as your legs allow it and never enter my field of vision again, I will spare you."
Scar-Lip had tears in his eyes:" Thank you, kind Sir, may your life be long and prosperous." And then he ran, too. Oblivion turned and was met with the pike of a halberd pointed at his chest. Ugly-Face grinned in triumph:"You, are so dead!" Then his smile vanished and he fell over. Rimis was standing there, holding a heavy stick in his hands. "Rimis to the rescue, 24 hours a day seven days a week." he exclaimed proudly.
The image flickered, and then was ultimately gone. The temperature in the throne room dropped far beyond the freezing point. "I am dysappoynted. Ye knoweth that he is the key to the crypt of mye arch-enemy. He must not uncover hys uncles secret ! Delay his journey ! Destroyeth ye the city of the Mar Undrei before he reaches it !Now go, but do not fayll me agayn."
Chapter 4: A dream of the past
I just stood there, dumbfounded, staring at Oblivion like an idiot. All around him lay the unconscious bodies of those brutes that attacked Mooreneat. The smell of death, blood and smoke lingered in the air.
"You just... How did you-" I couldn't speak any further. A wave of nausea spilled over me. "Are you well?" Oblivion asked, concern in his voice. Then my vision faded to black.
The last thing I saw was how my uncle evaporated in an burst of purple sparks. But that must have been a hallucination.
I awoke on white, rough stone. It wasn't a sudden awakening, instead I had just slipped out of sleep and landed in reality like on a soft pillow. When my eyes openend, I realised I was wrong. This place was too unreal, too logic-defying to exist. There was no sun or a moon, but a dim light, that just seemed to emanate from the air itself, lit the pale rock. When I glanced up again, I realised that there wasn't even a sky. Instead I had the impression of looking at a wound in the fabric of reality. Like space itself refused to fill this gaping hole. Something else caught my attention. A spire, made from a material I had never seen. At first it seemed pitchblack, but a shade of purple was mixed in. Its surface was not dull and raspy, as one would expect, but smooth and reflecting. I let my view wander upwards. I wanted to be ontop of it. I closed my eyes. A sound could be heard, unlike anything I ever experienced. But I knew that it was the sound of the laws of physic giving up, making the impossible true. I opened my eyes, and was standing atop the pillar.
"Impressive. I assume you remember me from the last time we met?" The voice reminded me of Oblivion.
I turned around. There was a black sheme standing before me, purple dots where the eyes should be.
"This is the place from my dream." I answered. "But it seems more real. There was something blinding my view. Now it is gone. Is this still a dream?" I asked with a voice that didn't belong to me. That means, it WAS my voice. But it sounded different. Distorted. Just slightly, enough not to get noticed by anyone else than me.
"It is a dream for you. For me, it is truth. Now, Azivar, look, and tell me what you see." The figure spoke without opening its mouth.
I followed its order.
"I see the ground. It is made of a strange pale rock."
"Continue."
"I see the edge of the island. It leads into nothing. If you fall, you fall into emptiness."
"The Void."
"I see other pillars like this we are standing on. They are made from the same material. No. They are not pillars. They are towers."
"Yes. Good. I think I can show you."
"Show me what?" I asked carefully.
A picture entered my mind. A picture of this place. But it wasn't abandoned. I saw a city, with black towers, but the geometry of it was impossible. Walkways bent around themselves and went straight at the same time. The towers stood downwards and their tips still touched the air. The streets were paved with the same stone. Shemes, like the one I met were there. It was full of life. The whole place seemed brighter, and I felt happiness in my heart, the happiness to be and nothing else. A snowflake fell from the cloudless sky. Then a man walked into the city. Where he passed, the buildings arranged themselves in order, grew to uniformed size and shape. The chaotic streets straightened and formed rectangular intersections. The shemes cried out in anger as this man robbed them of their freedom, squeezed their home into a prison with walls of reason and logic. It was the first time that they experienced hate, but it was pure hate and limitless. I felt what they felt, and I thought their thoughts. They wanted this person not dead, they wanted to inflict unimaginable pain and terror to him, for eternity, and only after this time their anger would fade. And so did I. The shemes lifted into the air, then lunged at the man, but before they could touch him, a sphere of light expanded from the man's chest and struck them. Their essence melted and gathered in small puddles on the ground. Then tall creatures arose from the puddles, shadows dripping off them like water, instantly vaporizing when they hit the ground. Nightblack skin, violet eyes, physical manifestations of what they were before.
"Why have you done this? What gives you the right to rob our freedom?"
"Were you not evyl spirits, destroyng it?"
"We built it. We were full of glee, just to be. Haven't you heard our laughter?"
"I heard the sreeches of corrupted soules."
"Haven't you seen the beauty in controlled chaos?"
"This chaos was of the devyl."
"Are you sorry atleast for the pain you caused us?"
"I am not, for thou art monsters, and thus deserve nothyng but contempt!"
The tallest figure stepped forward.
The fire of hate burned in the eyes of all of them, but these eyes did indeed send sparks.
"What is your name? Where do you come from?" It demanded to know with an ice-cold voice.
"I am from the Overworlde. I am a human, the fairest of Notch's creations. My name is S-" he began, but the tallest creature tore a hole in his ribcage and ripped his heart out.
"Actually, it does not matter to us. You say you are the fairest creation? It seems to me that this is a lie. Your actions against us have proven that. I say that your kind, who calls themselves humans, must be wiped out." With these words he squashed the heart in his hand.
"Have you seen what this human did? Of course! We must wipe them out, or more will come to disturb our peace!"
Another shadow-man (I dubbed them shadow-men for obvious reasons) walked beside him. "Fool. If we attack them, then more will come for sure. The only thing that we can do is wait and hide."
"Oh no. When I am finished with them, they will hide!" Said the tallest.
"What is this madness you came up with? The others of his kind do not bear any responsibility." Responded the other one.
"Well, if I can not count on you, then I will do it myself." and he combusted into a cloud if purple particles.
The picture was gone.
"Why did you show me that?" I asked.
"It is the reason." The sheme answered. "Now wake up."
Chapter 5: Evidence of Dog-Spiders is found.
Oblivion could already feel the corrosive effect that the water had on his skin. No wonder, this place had to be the most humid swamp ever. It began with a tickle, then swelled into a slight itch and then to a full-fledged burning pain. Every move hurt. He sighed. It seemed that this world, in all its beauty, wasn't meant for him to wander in it. He had no idea how his brother Void could have lived here for five years. Maybe he had spent so much time in his human guise that he actually became human or his love to Mora Vedar didn't have him care about it. However, Oblivion did care. Oh no, this world really was not a place for his kind. He looked down to the man who just had taken out the big ugly man with the even more ugly face. His head was bald, his skin had a brown tint to it. Oblivion's photographic mind told him that this man was born in the southern lands of the continent Minceraftia. He continued analyzing the man. What had Azivar called him? Rimis. Rimis' eyes were of a vibrant blue, suggesting a witty and vivid personality. Though of small stature, he was muscular. Most possibly a trader, and a successful one too, judging from his clothes, that were a beatiful example of tailoring. White silk gowns, decorated with lapis lazuli threads. Shoes, crafted from the hide of mooshrooms. A hat, woven from the soft wool of pink sheep, dyed golden.They must have cost a fortune. That didn't make sense! Why would he still be selling his goods personally when he could afford such cloth ? A great amount of money was already required to afford meeting the people who had access to those ressources. Only the richest had the emeralds for that! Something was fishy about this man. He would have to keep an eye on him. He noticed that Azivar tried to speak, but the only result was a great amount of whats. His already pale face had taken on a sickly green tone.
"Are you well?" asked Oblivion. A purely rhetoric question, not much better than one of those floskels that humans loved so much, and a waste of time, a question to an obvious answer. But it was the price that he had to pay, for his real being had to be kept a secret.
His nephew staggered backwards, spun and fell. A dart stuck in his back, the tip still smoking from the poison it was bathed in.
Here he was, wondering about clothing and pondering about the differences of cultures that had never met each other, when his nephew had just been the victim of an assassination.
Oblivion blinked once. When his eyes opened, he was towering behind a figure wrapped in brown linen, cowering behind a market stand, another dart in its hand.
Oblivion opened his mouth and screamed, a scream that was plainly wrong, and did not belong to such a place like this. It belonged in visions of insanity, in worlds of madness, and the end of time. It was a scream that promised a certain, agonizing and slow death. A scream worthy of a Mar Undrei. And as the figure jerked around, his pupils widened from horror, as he glanced upon a nightmare, and screamed himself when his body was torn apart by claws of darkness.
"I can not grasp the wordes necessary to describe thy mystakes. I hast given thee full freedom in thy decisions and a poore choyce is all that thou art able to manage! He is still alyve, and every minute he comes closer to uncover his herytage." chided the voice, and tendrils of grey smoke cut the face of one of the four beings.
"I shall not make such a mistake again, Icebringer!"
"Thys is true. Thy next faylure will be the last of thine! But maybe ye others art able to bryng me news that do not holde record of youer inability to execute mye orders? Norder, thou art the one I am asking!"
The one called Norder stood upright. "I managed to reactivate the forges of Neithril and the portal that grants access to it. I have issued the command to create more rod golems and magma spirits.Further, I have positioned a battaillon of porci homi and the first thousand rod golems to guard the portal and the labyrinth surrounding it. I hope you do not deem this protection overkill. And I have one more thing: while visiting the fortress, I saw skeletons wielding swords. Their bones were charred, and they were defenitely not human skeletons."
"I do not. As fore those skeletons, investigayte. Maybe we can use those to help mye plans.
Now thou, Oster!"
"A great success, my Lord. The mines are full of spiders, and I killed their queen, so they are now dire to my command. I was also able to salvage a few books from the remains of the eternal library. The name, if you allow me, is quite ironic!"
"I wyll sight them later. And what news do you bring, Suder?"
"I went to the desert graves. An army of undead warriors awaits your orders!"
"Now, only the monsters of the west hath to be readied. I do not trust Vester to fulfill what is necessary to do so. You all will go. Plant the seeds of destruction, in the lyteral sense!"
When Oblivion halted, the assassin had long stopped breathing. He observed his gruesome work. The stand and the floor nearby was painted crimson. There were patches of skin that he cut off the man's flesh scattered around. Althoug he could hardly be recognized as a human anymore. Raw meat shimmered in the sunlight, blood mixed with dirt and water. On the right side of the skull, he had severed the tissue from the bone. The stomach was cut open. He turned away in disgust. His cloak also had splatters of red on it. Oblivion stared at his hands. They were no more those of a man. Instead, three claws, one thumb and two fingers, with razor-sharp edges like blades, and long like the legs of spiders. He had revealed his true self. But that did not matter now. Only the life of Azivar mattered. He could worry later about cleaning up the traces. His essence flickered and apparead at Azivar's body. Maybe there was still time to destillate an anti-dote. But for that, he had to bring him to Mora. Only there were the instruments required.
"I take it that the boy should not be told about this particular incident, that would be, ripping this man to pieces and you taking the form of something I had believed to never see again?" asked Rimis, calm and with a raised eyebrow.
"The Order of The Hero?"asked the thing that was Oblivion.
"The Advisor in persona. And I advise that we leave this place and save Azivar's life. If you would be so kind?"
Oblivion nodded. He grabbed Rimis' hand, gently picked up his unconscious nephew and blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
I woke up and wished I didn't. I had a headache, a massive one too, like someone had dropped an anvil on my skull. As if such pain didn't suffice, I felt very cold, my limbs were stiff, and my stomach was upset.
I opened my eyes. I lay in a small bed with a red sheet and a white pillow.
The room was small. A tiny window let just enough light in for my chamber to be cozy and not gloomy. There was an end table on the right side of my bed, and beside that, a book shelf, containing the only books I ever read. There were few, but I had read them countless times. My favourite, though, I could recite every last sentence of it: The Book of Dreams, by Asa Netargoss
"Why do I get the irksome feeling that everything is quieter than it should be?" I say the quote aloud.
"Must I answer this?"
Oblivion's cloak blended in perfectly with the shadows in the far left corner of my room. If he hadn't spoken, I may have never noticed him.
"It is a quote from my favourite book. So, no, not really."
"Ah, the book is a marvellous character in my opinion."
"You read it yourself?" I exclaimed in confused surprise.
Oblivion smiled, a gentle and warm smile it was, and knowingful. "Oh, I devoured it. You seem to have a pretty good taste in literature, nephew."
It was unusual for me to be called nephew.
"Oh, did I just forget to ask you how you feel? I am sorry!" My uncle looked quite sheepish.
"Not really well, I got to say. I have headaches and I feel ill in general."
"And you are permitted to have them. After all, you were struck by a poison dart, presumably thrown by the A-class assassin that Baron Malveus Ertz hired. Obviously, he didn't hold up the expectations, but he was swift in travelling it seems." he sighed.
"I nearly died?" I asked.
"Yes, you did."
"I nearly died. Oh wow. I never thought that I would be saying this, but I nearly died! It is funny, in a sick sense. Actually, I think it is pretty disturbing to laugh about it, but I must laugh. I don't know why! I just want to laugh very loud and sing songs! About my near death by an assassin. What happened to him, by the way?"
"Stopic panicking. You are out of danger for now. As for the assassin," he seemed deliberate over something, like he was not in the possession of the words to describe
it. After a minute or two, he closed: "We came to a mutual agreement. He would stop killing you."
"And you? What was your part in this agreement?"
"Well, it wasn't really mutual after all." Oblivion left it at this cryptic statement. To be honest, I didn't really want to know what happened to my would-be-murderer.
"Where is mom?" I asked instead, eager to know the reason of her absence and why she didn't say hello to me after I woke up.
"Your mother has watched the whole night over you after she forced the anti-dote to the poison down your throat. She seemed what can be only described as the contrary to energetic, that is, tired. She is asleep.
"Since we are on the subject of poison, would you want to know what kind of substance nearly had caused your early demise?"
"Actually" I responded drily,"I don't want to know. It makes me feel uneasy."
Oblivion's face was still hidden in the shadow, but I could feel he was smirking in a very smart way only obnoxiously smart people smirk, and only when you tell them not to bother you with trivial trivia, and they would do it anyways because they like hearing themselves talking about sophisticated topics.
"The poison is remarkably extraordinary, so I am going to tell you anyways. Not only because I like hearing myself talk about sophisticated topics like deadly chemicals, but also for your education."
Apparently I was right.
"The poison" began my uncle,"is actually a venom. Spider venom to be precise. Now, venomous spiders are a commonly known fact. What is interesting about this venom, is that it was such a great amount of venom. It gets even more interesting if you know that spiders are only able to release small amounts of venom. The scary part begins there, that every time, a spider's venom is composed differently. One could say, there is no puddle of venom like the other."
"So? What does this do to educate me?" I demanded impatiently.
"Let me finish first! Ah yes. There was alot of toxic substance on that dart, and when your mother analyzed it further, it appeared to be not a mixture, but one single amount of venom. That leads us to the belief, that the spider who was milked for that, is about the size of a wolf."
"And what does that matter to me?"
Oblivion responded proudly:"Now you know that there are giant spiders that provide poison for assassinations. But that aside, you have to get out of bed, pack your goods and come with me. It is not safe anymore in Mooreneat. I have spied around. Those soldiers beared the sign of Malveus Ertz, and they kind of want to kill you."
My answer was not what you would expect it to be:"No!"
"Good. Wait what?! No? There is no "No", you are in danger and I must remove you from danger! Now rise!" demanded Oblivion with a touch of panic in his voice.
I insisted:"No! I am exhausted. First, I meet and compete with you in a marathon, then people with halberds want to kill me, then I nearly died from the venom of a wolf-spider"
"Actually, it is a spider as big as a wolf." he tried to correct me.
"And then I have an array of weird dreams."
I shouted the last bit.
Oblivion tilted his head slightly forward.
"Weird dreams?" he wanted to know. "What kind of weird dream?"
I described what I saw to him. After I finished, he sat down on the side of my bed.
"Azivar." he spoke silently. "You will get your rest soon enough. But first you and I must go somewhere Ertz can't find you."
"And where exactly?"
"We will visit some relatives."
Chapter 6: The author drops painfully obvious hints
The skeleton with the charred bones observed the army marching out of the fortress. It was heading to the place were the other two lived. He feared, not for his life, that ended long ago, but for the people in the Overworld. He feared that what would emerge when he failed, that they would turn the worlds grey and let life fade. That they would black out the sun and turn the world into a hollow husk. He feared that they may suck out the color, and denied the wind to be; that they would keep the sunrise from the humans, until even the memory of it withered and vanished. He still remembered it. One morning, when he still was a man, he woke up, walked outside and saw the sun emerge from the ground. This memory burned itself into his mind. Now, that he had forgotten what his name was, where he lived, how he was given this burden, this he remembered. And he knew he would do anything to keep them trapped. Any sacrifice was worth it. When Notch infused the third soul into his body, he gave away his being. For this task. The soul in him corrupted his outside. But it could not from the inside, and neither his companions.
He sent them the image that displayed itself infront of him on telepathic roads only he could see. And a message, to run and hide. The Icebringer would never find them. And they would continue to keep them sealed. For eternity.
"He was torn apart like from a savage animal. He was literally shreddered, Baron!" The underling kneeled before him. He reminded Malveus of a squishy maggot. His skin and his fat belly disgusted him.
"It is KING, filthy peasant! If you address me again, you shall say King Malveus Of IstirThe Victorious!" he commanded. The underling squealed from his sudden change in mood and began apologizing instantly. It was worse than before.
"Yes your high majesty! Forgive me unworthy fool, my Lo- ah, your royalty! Let me kiss your feet!"
Malveus had trouble containing himself. The day had begun good. He had taken Zerber in a rush. The walls stood no chance against his arsenal. But then, a messenger arrived, with the remains of the assassin he had hired. The assassination failed, and now there was Peasant Maggot begging to kiss his feet.
"I have nothing but contempt for you! Try to touch me and I will personally behead you. Now move your sorry **** out of my sight!" He spat.
"Yes your gratefulness!". He crawled backwards out of the throne room, kneeling still. Malveus wished his back would break by doing so.
But back to more pleasant things. He admired the room, from where he would soon rule all of Minceraftia. This city was untakeable before, and now with his special toys...
He chuckled.
"What about the boy now, My High King?" asked his advisor. Malveus jolted back. The man had the habit of sneaking up to him, and he always surprised him when he was in rather deep thoughts. The reason as to why he even had an advisor fled his mind. He employed one, because, because...
He didn't know. But he was sure that the reason was important.
"I don't know? Why do you even think it is important that the boy dies?"
Malveus tried to concentrate on the advisors appearance, but it was almost as if he changed every second. As soon as he gazed upon him he moved out of his sight. Nonsense! That wasn't possible.
The advisors smooth voice responded:"He is a threat to you, my High King! One day, he will raise an army, and he will kill you single-handedly."
"That does not make sense! He is a boy, and you can't see the future!"
The advisors tone was now different.
It sounded gentler. A voice that you wanted to obey.
"Believe me, my High King, the boy is a threat to you. You must kill him. But he has the one your soldiers call "Black Reaper" with him. Only the best of the best can accomplish that in his presence. Only one single person.
The Anvil Ninja."
"Then go fetch him!" Demanded Malveus.
To his big surprise, no advisor was around. Instead, his personal guard stood before his throne.
"Fetch whom, my King?"
"Noone. Forget what I said!" he snapped.
"Are you well, majesty? Should I call the medicus?"
Malveus gave him a stare under that the guard seemingly began to shrink.
"I told you to forget what I said!"
"Yes, my King." The guard murmured intimidated, and returned to his place beside the King's seat.
"I am positively surprisedd. I have not been under the ympression that ye aret capable of doing anythyng ryet, lest the most important parte of mye planne. Mayebe I should still keep ye arounde?"
Vester, Oster, Norder and Suder were growing quite uncomfortable. They knew that the Icebringer would not give them another chance.
Vester spoke first:"The crops have been planted, my Lord. I expect them to mature in about two months. And thanks to Malveus, the distraction is also taken care of."
Then Oster stepped forwards:" The cave spiders have left their mines and are ravaging their cities. Noone dares to step out, be it night or day."
Norder bowed:"The plague is doing its job. The people from the north are dying like the flies."
Only Suder was left.
"Thou, Suder, for thy people I have thought of a thing verrey devious indeed. Not sword, illness or wild animals will be their downfall, no, their own greed!"
"But how so?"
"Whisper them the beauty of money in their ears, and so shall their tombstones be made of gold."
Suder was confused, but dared not to ask, so he obeyed.
And The Icebringer knew that the time of his return came ever closer.
TT2000, you are genius.
How can you not be obsessed with Liches ? Sauron is a lich, Nazgûls are liches...
TT2000, you are genius.
TT2000, you are genius.
TT2000, you are genius.
...or a LOT.
Thank you lots of times. And it is indeed awesome.
I did think that this was one of my better texts but had not anticipated such an effect.
What made you cry exactly ?
TT2000, you are genius.
...
Seriously !!!?!?!??
Whyyyyyyy !??????!!!!
It seems as though that I can't find a good beginning for chapter 1. I have written and deleted it many times but nope.
I am sad panda.
TT2000, you are genius.
Writer's block is the worst disease of all. The cure: Watch TV
I always come up with something after watching TV. However, I don't know what channels you have in Europe.
My main problem with me is that I have problems writing stories that invoke feelings other than death and destruction. (Totally not because I am a soulless monster) I always find myself saying :"Naah this is too cheesy/ Okay, this makes no sense at all". I have a hard time deciding if I am finished with something.
But hey, Leonardo da Vinci had the same problem.
Hehehe.... D:
TT2000, you are genius.
Thank you for your attention.
TT2000, you are genius.
You do ? Thank you.
And yes it does, and the urge to spoil stuff is eating me, so I will have to resort to smile knowingly.
PS: To everyone, if you could tell me what you think could be improved, even if it is just one little thing, would make me a happy panda.
TT2000, you are genius.
And if you liked what you read, please tell me. If you didn't like what you read, please tell me why. I am always looking to improve.
TT2000, you are genius.
TT2000, you are genius.
This kind of a filler, and I don't like writing fillers as much as epic battles, so it might be a bit short. But I will try to write more and describe the sourroundings and those things.
Also vote in the poll and tell me what you think of this story.
TT2000, you are genius.