Ooooh... Okay then. You mean't that. I hope I can find it. Also, you just ninja'd me to the page claim!
I don't know if you realize this Once, but I'm kind of a big deal around here. I claim pages for breakfast. And lunch. And occasionally dessert, if I'm feeling particularly flamboyant.
Feel free to leave your comments. Or criticisms, I suppose, if they're constructive. Almost anything really, unless it's an outright threat. In that case I'd prefer you put it in a private message.
I don't know if you realize this Once, but I'm kind of a big deal around here. I claim pages for breakfast. And lunch. And occasionally dessert, if I'm feeling particularly flamboyant.
Don't even know where I was going with this. It's late and I'm obviously spiraling into insanity . . .
Feel free to leave your comments. Or criticisms, I suppose, if they're constructive. Almost anything really, unless it's an outright threat. In that case I'd prefer you put it in a private message.
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Another question: Would it be possible to have a list of applied characters that were accepted? I won't mind making another character, but I just want to know, since I'm guessing you're aiming for this being better than VTTP:Void.
I can make out in my mind how she can fit into the story... Where is she at this moment? Also, about my first one with so many of the chapters there already, I felt like that when I was reading Immortus's story. He was already in Chapter 26 or 27 and I was in Chapter 1. I caught up eventually, and I'm glad I did!
Anastasia is like a nomad, always traveling. So, somehow, you can make her run into Celeste. That reminds me, I need to read Immortus' story...
Another question: Would it be possible to have a list of applied characters that were accepted? I won't mind making another character, but I just want to know, since I'm guessing you're aiming for this being better than VTTP:Void.
Yes, of course. I added some of the names of the characters which I accepted. Just need to add Assasino's character.
Hey Assasino, can you specify more on what you mean when you say she is of Russian decent? I am adding her to the next chapter and am 3/4 done. It should be up by tomorrow and I am planning on adding her in the situation.
Chapter 3 (When Figures Fade) has been released from the prison (known as my mind)! Let us rejoice for Prisoner #3's release! I should stop with these metaphors.
great stories anyways ill try to makw a character thats unique i hope you dont mind its another species than minecraftias;p
Name:triston (so original:P)(make it anything if you do add mah character)
Age:14
Gender: male
Race: gullivers archangel
Bio: triston was part of the gullivers archangels until they were all killed becaus of them being to technolgly advanced the goverment killed them all so they wouldnt attack being the last one left he doesnt even know he is becaus he cant rember anything before the time they were all killed he is a mage and a techno person he often hides becaus he is afraid of pepole
Appearance:black messy hair 2 inches tall weres a brown jacket has angel wings and has blue jeans
Personality: he is a kinda goof ball from time to time and afraid of all the pepole becaus of how small he is but he is nice Good or Evil? good
Otherhis main weapon is a legendary sword in wichs material is unknown and is pure white
The lack of capitalization, punctuation, grammar and anything else is confusing me. Can you explain more on what you mean by "Gulliver's Archangels?" I don't know what you mean... If not, I cannot accept it.
Oh... Sorry as well, I am unfamiliar with those kinds of "stuff." I can make this character pop up in the upcoming chapters, just a few times, as I cannot think of this character as such a... contributive character. I mean, ugh. Explaining is hard. You'll just have to wait and see, I will add him in parts in the Grand Library (this reminds me of the shabti in "The Kane Chronicles) and a few parts in... CLIFF HANGER! Accepted.
In which one wins a battle and reveals inner strength, something grand is announced, and two battle mages return
“Celeste, wake up! Celeste! Wake up, please, wake up!” I felt two arms on my shoulders, shaking me awake from the bed. I felt my hands being lifted and felt a searing pain in my palm. I stood up from my bed and jerked away my hands and stared at them. The blood on my palms were hard and it stained my skin. I had forgotten all about my wounds. I looked up at who had awoken me. It was Leonine. “Celeste, we need you.” he whispered. I shook my head. “Sleep first, need later.” I muttered unthinkingly. A loud crash followed by several shrieks and shouts followed, and I stood up immediately from my bed. I did not notice at first what I was wearing until I was out the door. I was wearing black and silver clothing, and I had somehow ‘magically ran out of the door with a belt of daggers, combat boots, and such weapons.’ I did not know how, but the screaming from wherever had scared me enough, as screams do, and I didn’t care at the moment. Leonine dashed to my side. “You don’t even know what’s happening!” he shouted. “I don’t even know why I’m running so quickly, I don’t know where I’m going!” Leonine smiled widely. “That’s good, your conscience is kicking in. Once all these things happened, your conscience finally remembered it according to the memories and experiences of your ancestors and connected it to now and... It’s sort of like a huge puzzle with pieces coming together at last.” I stopped in my tracks. “Can you lead the way? I really don’t know what is happening.” Leonine didn’t answer, he just gave me a salute and began running. I caught up to him. The hall was so awfully long. “Lion’s Mane has been breached! Somehow, a mob was able to penetrate our defense systems. It’s either our systems or failing, which it has only done once long ago, or the mob is extremely powerful. An Enderman has attacked with a few other mobs, not many, but they do have quite a powerful aura to them and are quite skilled.” I nod. Quickly, a man runs to Leonine’s side. I run behind them, listening to their conversation. The man was tall and muscular, with perfect tan skin. Unlike Leonine, he was not wearing a cloak, but a full set of gleaming, enchanted Obsidian Armor. He wore instead though a Chain Helmet over his head. His black hair swept a little over his eyes from where I could strain my eyes to see. “Leonine, are you sure she’s the one?” Leonine nodded. “No doubts so far. This is a great opportunity for her as well.” “This is not a game, Leonine. This is serious.” “Although, I am still right.” the man shouted a command to three men running in the crowd. “Check the defense system immediately and report to me any problems!” the three men nodded and bowed quickly and ran off. The man looked at me, with a serious face. “Greetings, Celeste. I shall greet you properly after this is sorted out.” “Okay?” I say awkwardly.
Soon, we reach a balcony again at the Grand Hall. I get a good view of the scenario then and there. There are a few wizards, or at least I assume, covering their heads in cloaks. A bolt of sparking red lightning bursts from the hands of one wizard and a orange mist emerging from the hands of another. In the center of the commotion, an Enderman cackles, and turns around so I can see his face properly. He looks like a perfectly normal Enderman, except that he holds a sparkling diamond scythe, gleaming dark gray armor, and his eyes. His right eye is perfectly normal. From afar, I assume it’s fine to look at him in the eye, a stirring purple.Like every other normal Enderman. Although, his left eye is not all the same. A scorched red scratch over his eyelids crossing across his whole left eye entirely, partially closed and bloodshot with a swirling blue and black. He attacks as if he is perfectly fine although, and I try to ignore it. Surrounding him are an army, or at least a thousand or three thousand mobs surrounding him. From zombies, to skeletons, even a few Pigmen actually. How do I know all this? “What are you waiting for? Get down there!” the man shouts at me. “They need you and your powers!” “I don’t even know what to do!” I roar over the chaos. “Do whatever then. Just don’t die! Don’t let them get away, and don’t get caught!” the man grabs my arm and tugs me to the edge of the balcony and ushers me to the railing. He takes a grappling hook from his armor, I don’t know exactly where, and shoots it until it hooks around a marble column. He tugs at the rope to make sure it’s steady and without a warning and a final glance, pulls my arms around the rope and pushes me off. I scream in terror, now holding a bar in the rope, sliding ever so fast, trying to curse him, but it was all too scary. I finally hit the marble column, not hard, but I probably bruised my knee and my left shoulder. Screaming, I let go of the bar and land onto the floor unharmed, and just realizing that a group of mages had helped me by catching me with some sort of transparent shield. I had no time to thank them, so I jumped off quickly, unsure and dazed and I kept on running. I make my way through the crowd, and I am able to dodge a few arrows, whizzing past my face. And some swords closing in on my head, and I’m quite sure that some of my hair was singed off by a blue flame.
“Work your magic, Celeste!” I hear someone demand. “I don’t know how to use magic!” I complain. “You can!” someone insisted. “You just, haven’t realized it!” more mobs were appearing and more being slaughtered, and many hurt. “I have a plan!” I hear someone say. I turn around to see who is speaking to me with another familiar voice, as everything is somehow becoming familiar to me. “What is it?” I shout back. Before I can see who it is, I see a bolt of swirling red, yellow, and blue shoot straight into my eyes, and I fall backwards in confusion.
I blink for awhile, trying to clear out what’s happening and to scold the person that had hit me. But I turn around and see an Enderman. Not too far away in a forest, with a white flame in one hand and a burning house in the other. He walks closer to me and the world blacks out. I shout something I am unfamiliar with, shutting my eyes securely. I hear a chorus of people in amazement and dead silence and I open my eyes to see myself right below the diamond scythe of the Enderman with an injured eye. He mutters something and shakes uncontrollably, dropping to the floor. The Enderman shouts something in a different language and he ripples, fading away. The mobs following in his actions and soon, everything disappears. I see people staring at me. I don’t know why. Did I do something stupid? Leonine and the man walk up to where I stand. “Told you so.” Leonine whispered. “Good job.” and he faces the audience and grabs my hand, raising it. “What you have all been waiting for, the rumors are true.” the man shouts. “She has arrived after centuries of waiting, we wait no more. I, Jacob Hoffman, present to you now...The Young One, The Destined, The Light in the Dark as prophesized. Celeste Lux! Our savior!” an uproar of claps and shouts and cheers erupt in the Grand Hall. “Bow down to the Mighty Warrior!” the man I know think is named Jacob says. The people drop down to their knees and bow. “The- what?” I ask Jacob. “Just go with it.” he whispers. I nod and as they begin to get up, I smile and wave nervously. “I could get used to this.” I mutter closely into Jacob’s ear. “Don’t get too comfortable.” he warns. “This is only the beginning.”
***
“You failed?” The Dark One’s voice boomed out, enraged. White, hot flames burn in his eye sockets. I bow down to his feet, ashamed. “Idiot!” He shouts and kicks me harshly in the head, and I moan unpleasantly. “I am sincerely sorry, Master. I will do,” I gulp. “Anything. To make it up to you, Master.” I feel his stare rest on me. “Get the girl. Bring her to me. That was all I asked! Such a simple task!” I nod, wondering why he doesn’t do it himself. He calms himself down. “You will, try again.” he tells me. “We cannot do it sooner, she is unlocking her powers, Hawthorne! Do you know what that means?” I stay there, silent and dumb. I don’t know what it means. “It means she will grow her powers stronger until she comes to attempt to defeat me! That will be so tiring and I will avoid that at all costs. I am a fighter, but a clean take over is all I desire, ones who get in the way shall be given an unworthy death of a mere, pathetic solider. The others, I will suck their souls out like everybody else. Use them to...” he paused and continued. “She’ll be out for two days, that is good. Bring her to me. You have two days, Corone. Two.” I nod. “I will not fail you a second time.” I mutter. “Be gone.” I nod shamefully and rush down the stairs of the tower.
***
“Annie, you know how to fight mobs, right?” she nodded. “I’ve killed a few in my travels, aren’t that hard.” “Okay, what about Endermen?” she stayed silent. “I’m terrified,” she muttered. “of those horrific, demented creatures. They don’t let you escape, they scream and shout until you know you’re going to die. Don’t make me fight one.” she muttered admittedly. “Sorry.” I apologized. “Just follow my lead. Also, if you have any sources of water, a drop will do.” I draped a now purple cloak over my head and was covered in a thick, purple mist. “Endermen can’t see the color purple or anything covered in it.” I whisper. She grabs from me another purple cloak, and soon, she is covered in purple mist too. “Your father was a battle mage, remember. Lesson number one.” I gesture to her to hold my staff and I mutter a few words which Anastasia will be unable to hear. I open my eyes and another thick mist surounds us, only this time, we end up on the grassless fields of the Enderworld. “Lesson number two.” I point out a group of Endermen. “Only when necessary.” we both run past them and they don’t see us at all. We pass a few more of the Enderman and I assure Annie she is safe. We reach a tall tower, of Obsidian, and a golden plate on the ground at the entrance reads: DO NOT ENTER. “Are we going in?” she asks. “Lesson number three.” I tell her. We dive into the Obsidian Tower, and I mutter a defensive spell so I can talk to her privately. “What are we doing exactly?” Annie asks. “We are going to save a friend of mine. This scroll holds a map of a few possible Void Cages he could be in.” I show here the map, a messy diagram of squares. “When I left, someone was sent to get me back, but only got lost in the process and taken. I have many hopes he is not yet dead.” Annie shivered. “Just show me what happened. I’m tired and a good story could use the month’s work. Show me the people in The Alliance. Like this ‘Leonine’ you keep talking about. Or this ‘Jacob’ and ‘Dominos.’” “Dominus?” I suggest, chuckling. “Yeah whatever.” I open the palm of my hand and sprinkle some white dust on it, and I crush it into smaller bits and I blow it into her eyes.
“Elders, what do you suggest we do?” a man says at the foot of a long, huge table about twice his height. The Second stands up. “Shall we locate his stepping stones to his location again?” “No,” disagrees the Third. “Perhaps, send The Seeker.” suggests the Fourth. “ No,” disagrees the Fifth. “The Seeker is busy already. Many a matter at Lion’s Mane.” replies the Sixth. “Maybe cloak his thoughts to send to us?” thinks the Seventh. “No,” disagrees the Eighth. “Why not?” asks the Ninth. “It will backfire, like the last time we tried it on an un-located humanoid.” exclaimed the Tenth. They sit. “I have an idea. Send the Thirteenth!” cries the Eleventh. The High Table agrees on this welcomingly and another man appears in the room. A man who looks about the age of forty comes in. “Yes, masters?” he mutters. “We need you to look for Regoreidin. Everyone knows now the rumors of him being lost is true and we need you, the Thirteenth, to seek him out.” The man nodded. “When shall I depart? Where shall I depart?” he asks. “Tomorrow. Enderworld.” the Eighth says. The man suddenly looks surprised and taken aback. “The Enderworld!” he exclaims. “How dangerous, how do you know if he is there? What about the Overworld?” “We have checked the Overworld far too long that the rumors went out and everyone knows them true. We will check the Enderworld. You are a trusted, loyal, and skilled battle mage still. Though a second to Grand Wizardry, you are our hope.” says the Second. The man sighs. “Many-thanks to you brave mage.” whispers the Fifth. The man bows and exits the room.
“It went like that.” I said, after Annie had done seeing the scene. The man in the first part was Jacob. Jacob Hoffman, he is one of the I-think-nominees-to-become Leader of the Alliance. We change our Leader every two hundred years I remember. I’ve only lived to see Dominus as Leader, and the Grand Wizards change themselves every five hundred years. I’ve only lived to see the one that is the people you saw in that memory.” “That’s an awful long time.” Annie said. I feel the defending shield die down and to my unfortunate surprise, an Enderman with a scorched red eye looms over her. “Annie, get down!” Annie does what I say and the Enderman grabs at the air. Annie shrieks. “How can it see us?” she exclaims. “I don’t know.” I say. I take back my staff and say the quickest spell I can think of. Blindness. A white mist shoots itself straight into his bad eye and he shrieks a banshee scream in pain. Loud and menacing, I grab Annie’s arm and pull her away. “I can’t see anything!” the Enderman shouts, then shrieks again. “It’s calling for back-up!” I shout. “What in the bloody nexus is happening down there?” I hear a voice boom from upstairs, I hold Annie back. “Silencio!” I shout and the Enderman stops shrieking altogether and I begin to think that, as he blinks his eyes, his blindness has gone away. “Bloody better. Be quiet down there!” says the voice. The Enderman mutters a curse under his breath and charges towards me. He charges towards me, swinging a diamond scythe in fury. “Annie, follow my lead!” Annie nods and meets me more than halfway, and runs quicker to the Enderman. She slides under him on the floor before the Enderman knows what to do. “Strike!” The Enderman is knocked forwards toward me, as if kicked from the back harshly, it brings it’s diamond scythe over my head and I dodge it quickly. “Hey, buddy!” the Enderman turns around and swings the scythe at her waist and she falls on the ground, panting. The Enderman smiles. “This shall please him very much.” he grins. I stop him at the last moment, with the first and probably the most stupidest thing I could think of. I spun on the floor, tripping him, and the diamond scythe flew out of his hand and cut itself deep into the obsidian space above the doorframe. The Enderman mouths a curse, which I shall not mention. “Now.” I mutter. I land a punch on the Enderman’s chest and I mouth a word which I have not long spoken for decades. I push my hand deep and I grasp a circular object in his chest. My fingers penetrating his obsidian black skin. I feel Annie stare at me in awe and horror from the corner, I cannot look at her face. “Look away, Annie. Please.” I plead. She doesn’t. I can hear the Enderman choke and sputter and I strain back the painful power that made me the battle mage I was and am again. I close my eyes and pule something, cool and hard, from the Enderman’s chest. The Enderman is silent and I stare at his cold, pale, gray eyes. “What did you- what did- what...” Annie stutters, afraid in the corner, holding a dagger in her hand. “What did you do to him?” I look at her. “I’m sorry you had to see that.” she walks towards me and hugs me. “Trust me, doing what I did just now will help this Enderman more than it hurt him. It’s worth it.” “Show me what you pulled out of his chest.” she whispers. I lay the cold, hard pearl in her palms and shivers. “It’s a pearl.” “An Ender Pearl. Inside is the Ender Eye. The Enderman is not dead.” I look at it stressfully. “If I can get this to the Alliance, they can revive him into his true human form. Before he turned their souls into shadow and corrupted them completely.” “Who?” “He.” she knew who I was talking about. “We can help him.” I assure her. “We must move forward.” I put a hand on hers and I feel the pain she feels. “I remember my father.” she says. “You told me about him. He was a fine, kind man. A great husband and father to you. What if I said, I could do something, miraculously, about your father?” she looked up at me. “Bring him back to life?” she asked, curling up into a ball, as if she were again a little girl. I shook my head. “After death, one of the living should not bring one from the afterlife back. They rest there, usually their mission is complete, and if not... It would be ripping them terribly from their life story from alive to dead and once they reach our world. They wouldn’t be there long. They wouldn’t be able to exist again unless given the power of a god. They would wrinkle and turn to ash, and they would cease to exist, with only the memories left behind.” I could feel a pool of water forming at Annie’s feet. “We must move on.” she dries her eyes, red and swollen. “That was so scary.” she whispers. “How could he see us?”
After awhile of assurance, we depart. We hold our hands to the Ender Pearl, and I teach her a short chant that takes us to a hall. It appeared that the Enderman I had defeated was one of importance, which made it easier for us to access the Hall of Voids. The Hall of Voids is like a deathrow at prison. A long, never-really-ending hallway composed of shadows and invisible doors leading to infinite rift spaces where the prisoners are kept. If one was in possession of an Ender Eye (which required much strength, power, and inner soul), it was easy to locate Void Prisons and Cells you needed to find. After I had arrived, I stored it in my pocket, since it was a huge and protective pocket indeed. We took a few wrong turns. A few turns ending up with mobs and a few minutes of fighting, and other that lead to chained up people. We met a large half dog half bird. It had colorful fur and grand wings, but it had the characteristics of a dog. Although, it could only bark and scream, we let it go. We met a woman with one eye, one nose, one half of a mouth, one arm, one leg, and one tuft of hair on her head. She told us her name was “Hafe.” She told us she was missing her husband and her twelve children (or six when put together) and we let her go before she told us her whole life story. The irony of it all. We met some creature that told us it was called a Fooplee, a squishy, furry creature that was less than a block tall and had no face or nose. Just a mouth and little feet to jump around. We let it go off to its world because it attempted to attack Annie. It was adorable either way. Finally, we reached the one I seeked. It took us a long walk to get to where The Thirteenth was. He looked about the age of fifty now, and talked to a frog on a rock sitting across him. Listening intently.
“So I said, ‘Hey! That’s a-peel-ing!’” and he chuckled. The frog rolled its eyes. Annie looked at me happily. “What is it?” I whispered. “You look like my father when you smile. You look like you, but like my father.” “Gasper!” I shout at the man. He hasn’t seen himself in a mirror for ages. His scraggly, knotted, black beard reaches his knees and his face is a dark mess. He looks in my direction and smiles, waving. “Is that you, Reg?” he asks loudly. I nod. “Yes, it’s me. It took me awhile, but here I am.” Gaspar laughs, and gets up. He walks over to me with a cane in his left hand, poking it in the air. “Time is different here!” he said. “I aged more than one thinks! I’m just lucky I look younger by a few centuries or decades. Give me your staff.” “Wait, wait.” I hold the tip of my staff up to his forehead and the staff glows a bright golden color, and a few red sparks fall to the floor. I smile and give it to him. “Aye, lad. Now, let’s see how I look.” he swung the staff around and created a mirror in the air, and stood in shock at himself. “My beard! It’s knotted and dark! I love it! It could use a trim and my voice back to normal, and take away the wrinkles until...” he kept talking to himself and altering how he looked, until he looked only of a teenager. “Okay now.” Gaspar rubbed his hands together. “It’s about time you found me, I deserve an answer of where you were when I went a’lookin’.” “Well, I created an illusional place called “Woodland Campsites,” to get some normal work done in the Overoworld just to see how it’s done and being a battle mage and an expert at wizardry, I protected the place from members of The Alliance or things like that. I hired people, as the place was built literally with the snap of a finger. I gave up magic for awhile, being tired. I found an addiction to wine and rum and drinks like that and it kind of got me stuck with the normality that is the Overworld. You went to The End.” “Regoreidin, stuck in your ways as well.” Gaspar shook his head, and I felt a tad bit guilty in my stomach. “Oh well, get me back now before the guards serve the food, it tastes absolutely horrific!” a small ribbit was heard from the frog. “Oh yes, this is my cellmate. His name is Ribbit. I don’t understand a word he says. Anyways, he’s been stuck here longer than I, time has stretched his age, might as well send him to the Overworld for farewells and go up to The Aether.” I nodded. “Yes. That will automatically arranged.” We sent the frog away and we teleported ourselves to the entrance of the Grand Wizards as quickly as we could, Annie looked around the place quite amazed and pleased with the tapestry and decoration. It didn’t look any different than the decades or the century I had been gone. The guards only gave me a look in awe and the doors of the Great Table open. The wizards stare at me, Annie, and Gaspar, smiling, and the doors close shut behind us.
Chapter 8. The Bringer Of Dark Warnings
In which she is warned and reminded an awful lot and is introduced to someone new
Jacob told me I was in the infirmary under the care of a woman named Altha, who bowed in my presence at the entrance and helped brought me in. I was told to lay down on the bed and rest, but after a few moments, I realized I had fallen asleep and that I was dreaming. How, you might ask, did I know I was dreaming? It was simple really.
For one, I was not anymore inside an infirmary and I felt fully awake. I was in a field, a bright field with the sun up high and two people were walking towards me. They were my parents and they were dead.
I didn’t realize it at first, because when you see your dead parents fully alive and coming towards you with smiles on their faces, you wouldn’t care to realize, would you? You’d run to them and hug them and tell them you love them, and so I did. They did not hug me back. They only looked forward. “Mom? Dad?” I asked them both. I could see a wind catch my mother’s hair and I could feel a soft wind against my skin. I turned around and saw they were looking towards a dark forest. “No, mom...” I said. “Look at me. It’s me, Celeste, your daughter. I’m here, and you’re alive. Please, don’t mind that scary forest, look at me. Dad, look at me.” they did not. I felt the wind become stronger. I knew something was wrong. “He is furious.” my father said against the wind softly. “He is scared.” said my mother. “He knows you are developing your powers. You are unlocking them. He has plans.” “He is coming, Celeste. You must be ready. It’s so close. His plan, everyone is in danger, Celeste.” “What are you talking about? Who is scared? Who is planning?” I ask, tugging at their clothes and shirt sleeves. “We are dead, we are not released, we do not live in The Aether like we thought and should be in. We are trapped. For so long, we have been trapped.” the wind has picked up pace, the grass that tickled my ankles now fought and scratched and the flowers did so too. The sky was no more bright, but was darkening into a hideous red, and the warmth of the sun was not welcoming. Something was for sure, horribly wrong. “You are good souls, why are you not in the Aether? Why aren’t you here with me? Where are you? Who trapped you?” I could not cry in this dream. They both shook their heads. “Prepare yourself, you will be warned.” they shrieked. I knelt on the ground, covering my ears and closing my eyes shut and the whole dreamscape blanked out. I heard only their shrill voice and the wild wind. And a cold, thin, bony hand lay on my shoulder.
“Get up, child. Get up, now. Stand up, you fool. Stand and face me.” I did not know who it was and realized that this was a nightmare. Nights of praying to Notch and to the Kingdom of The Aether were wasted, they had never been there. I stood up quickly, still shutting my eyes and covering my ears. “Get your hands off and your eyes open, and face me!” the voice screamed. I opened my eyes and I screamed. My jaw dropped wide open, that and I could only see his jaw. The man had no chin. He had no face and no eyes and no nose and no mouth. Or at least, not on his skin. Because he had no skin, and was a bleeding red skeletal being, covered in a cloak. I jerked his hand away and he laughed at my dismay. Where his eyes should have been, there were dark, eyeless sockets, looking down upon my own eyes. He grinned a toothy grin, for that was all he had where his mouth should have been. His cloak was dark, darker than any black I had seen ever before. He carried a bronze scepter, against the bones that were his fingers. It glistened desirably in his grasp. “You look surprised to see me, did you not expect my visit?” he asked. I did not answer him. He was the scariest being I had ever seen in my whole life. “Answer me, or things will not end well. The prophecy too.” “No.” I said. “I didn’t expect you to be here. I don’t- don’t know who you are.” the man grimaced, shaking his head. “Oh, how naive you humans are!” he chuckled. “I am Raht. I am the bringer of dark warnings. I am the one of the guardian spirits of evils in all of the mortal worlds.” I stand a little awkwardly, unsure of what to do. I snap out of it, straighten my back, and try to act as noble as I can. “Why are you here, with me, then? What’s so bad that you have come?” I ask. Raht smiled toothily. “You have such confidence, it annoys me. You are part of something, much bigger than you can comprehend.” “The riddles, again? I know, the Alliance. I’m some sort of heroine. I don’t know what is going to happen, the world is dominated by demons and you must be one of them I’m sure and...” “Patience! You lack patience, my dear. Do you know why this is all happening?” “No. I don’t.” “Well then, follow me.” he turned around. His cloak leaving behind a trail of black mist. I followed him, not knowing where I was going. I heard something breaking with each step I took, and I looked down to see broken skulls. Skulls everywhere in fact. I shrieked, almost loosing my balance. Raht laughed at my dismay. “Come along. Do not trip. They’ve been looking for some new - playmates - this whole month and are never really satisfied with how may they’ve got, so...” he trailed off.
“Stop here.” he says, and looks down at his feet. “Hold this scepter and try not to let go. Letting go is your choice.” I walk a few steps closer. “Oh, how I wish I could push you off this ledge. Damned rules won’t allow me without him confiscating my duties and powers temporarily. It’s irritating, that man.” I pretend to ignore him, and put my hand over the bronze scepter. “Now, walk with me.” he begins to walk a steady pace, and I have no choice to follow. “Now, look down.” hesitantly, I follow again.
As if on glass, I see a world. The shape of a cube, surrounded by a black mist. “What is that?” I ask. “That’s Eart- I mean, the Overworld.” I try to decipher what he meant, what is an Eart? But I’m too busy looking at the red, black, and purple planet that is our world. “It’s supposed to be green and blue. It’s the color of a deep wound now.” I shudder thinking of it. “It’s a deep cut, I must say. After you left, they not only appeared from the dark. They summoned everyone. The spawners were unlocked of their power, fully, and the demons from many dimensions, not only the Nether and your own world. Even from my world, escaped. Tshey’re growing. Stronger, mightier. You’re people are struggling to survive. Many of them are still on the Overworld. Forgotten.” The ground drops, or the planet comes closer, because soon enough, I see a clear view of some street children, huddling together in a dark alley in a dumpster, crying and shivering. I can hear the moans and the wails that escape their lips and the racket of whatever is outside the dumpster. “We’ve got to save them!” I cry out, my face only a few feet away from them. “We cannot. I do not save people, I warn them. I warned them, they did not listen. You, you cannot save them either. They are in reality, you are in a dream.” “Wake me up then!” “That is beyond my power. If you’re so worried, those idiots will be rescued by members of the Alliance soon enough.” “Don’t call them idiots, and what if they don’t?” “Then...” I feel horrified, looking at the children. “Moving along.” he begins walking and I struggle to hold on to the scepter. He stops again in a room of green earth, but the smell of the sea which I can distinctly remember as a child, floods the room. He sits me down on a chair in the center of the room right across from him. Once he sits down, his seat becomes a leathery black and the floor beneath him a silver-blue stone. The room becomes a little cooler and I hug my arms to keep in the heat, in hope that I won’t freeze to death in my sleep. “Remember that necklace the Enderman took, from you in that Void Prison?” I completely forgot about it, how dare me! “Yes. Yes, my mother gave it to me as a child. When-” “Yes, I know what happened. I warned her and your father too, but they didn’t listen to my warning, they cared too much. How annoying, isn’t it? How stubborn you beings are, your stupidity amaze me!” I growl a little in his direction. “Don’t say that about my parents. They aren’t stupid. They were the nicest people in the world. In the universe.” “Someone’s being defensive! It was a joke, lighten up. Being in the modern century too long, it has turned my brilliant speech and dialogue, turned it to waste. Point is, that necklace of yours... Well, first off, do you know what your mother did for a living?” I think about it for awhile, but I don’t exactly know what she did. I’ve seen her write. I’ve seen her clean my clothes and the house. I’ve seen her collect fruits and plant veggies for us, but she didn’t sell it to anyone. I kind of lived in the middle of a forest, in nowhere. I found it a little weird how I never encountered monsters as a kid. “No, I don’t. I know my dad was a miner and sometimes he would help his buddies out at the nearby villages build things. But other than that, no.” “Well then, you’re mother is like you. She found out she was part of the Alliance when she was a child, eleven, to be exact. Her father, as you know her mother died, her father had introduced her to his life as a Battle Mage. She studied the art of wizardry or whatever you please call it and the art of strategy. She too became a Battle Mage, a certified one at least, by the age of twenty-one.” “So, she knows about all of this?” “Yes. It’s something that runs in your family. From the age of twenty-one to twenty-eight, she joined the battles against a few dimensions or so, and met your father when the Uphold and the Alliance became allies. “Your father was part of another section of a different society. It isn’t only the Alliance that supposedly helps the world. Your father was part of the Uphold. During the battle, he saved your mother from a near death experience and she saved him. When they both became thirty, they married. They lived happily for the next three years. “The next few years, you happened. They were prepared, of course, having made sure you were in fine shape and spirit before you were born, but they got, quite more than they expected. It was said in a prophecy long ago, that within five years after a couple married, a random couple, it could’ve been anyone, would give birth to one of the most powerful people ever to perhaps, rule the world. Thing is, during the time, there are three divisions in the Uphold. The first being the highest and the last being the lowest, but of course they still had authority over themselves and their own rights. But a rich couple had thought they would give birth to that child, when it wasn’t them, the wife was furious. She had a lot of power and was the younger sister of the ruler of the Uphold. Soon enough, because of this, your parents retired and took care of you, not really abandoning their magic. “They were warned though, of your powers, and they knew their deaths would come. They weren’t sure when. They only knew, that they had to let you go out into the world alone. They could’ve saved themselves and you, but they didn’t, if you agree with me, I may bring up the subject of stupidity.” “No.” I said. “Alright, another time.” he mumbled in annoyance. “Anyway, she gave you three gifts before she died. The first one was that necklace, which secrets you must keep to yourself at all costs. The second one is your eyes. You do not notice it, but there is power there, I cannot tell any more than that. The last one, was herself. As she died, she gave you a little of herself, her aura and her being, and so did her father. They never have left you really, seems creepy to me, don’t you think?” “I love that. But, what was so important about that necklace, and my eyes? They’re normal eyes, I see as everyone sees.” I say, regathering what had happened before I lost that necklace. “What is that necklace anyway, why is it so important?” “Oh yes, I was talking about the necklace, I completely forgot!” he chuckled inhumanly. “Well, have you ever tried looking at it. Straight for a few minutes, and realized anything strange about it. Anything at all?” I open my mouth to say something, but he interrupts me. “No. You haven’t. Well, if you did for once, you’ll notice that there are letters, small letters, engraved on the green areas and the letters when put together correctly spell: WORLD. In the center of that necklace, there is an orb that basically protects the world’s essence. Or, part of it. I cannot tell any more.” “Why did my mother have it? Why did she give it to me? What is the world’s essence?” “It’s what makes it our world.” a clock made of obsidian pops up from the skulls in the wall. He looks at it grimly, yet happily, and back at me. “Well, our little chat has gone well I assume. Darn rules, you are so lucky I am unable to harm you, so lucky.” he got up and he unfolded the imaginary folds in his cloak and his smile became more menacing as it widened. It was not a pretty smile. “Remember this time.” he turned around, his body beginning to disappear from the bottom up in a swirling, sandy, red mist. I began to cough. The red mist had grown, into a tornado of sorts and engulfed the whole room. “Now, wake up.” That was the last thing I saw. His face. It wasn’t his face. It was- “Good morning, Celeste. We hope you enjoyed your little nap.” she smiled. Nurse Altha stood beside me with a cup of what I thought was tea in her hands. Beside her were three boys. Leonine, Jacob, and- Regoreidin. Who was the girl? “Celeste, meet my new companion. Annie, meet Celeste.” The girl waved harshly. “I hope you slept well.”
I don't know if you realize this Once, but I'm kind of a big deal around here. I claim pages for breakfast. And lunch. And occasionally dessert, if I'm feeling particularly flamboyant.
Don't even know where I was going with this. It's late
and I'm obviously spiraling into insanity . . .*Insert signature here*
Anastasia is like a nomad, always traveling. So, somehow, you can make her run into Celeste. That reminds me, I need to read Immortus' story...
Seems like I have some...
If that's too complicated then just take out the whole Russian thing. I just added it to make the character seem more interesting.
Seems like I have some...
*My Minecraft Forums routine*
STEP 1: Go to 'My Content'
STEP 2: Check to see if my topics have gotten any new comments
STEP 3: Groan :/
STEP 4: Go to 'Literature'
STEP 5: Search for new stories to read
STEP 6: Find none
STEP 7: Groan again :/
STEP 8: Think....
STEP 9: Check to see if the next chapter of Visions to the Past: Enderworld is out
STEP 10: Find out that it's not
STEP 11: Groan loudest of all :/
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Name:triston (so original:P)(make it anything if you do add mah character)
Age:14
Gender: male
Race: gullivers archangel
Bio: triston was part of the gullivers archangels until they were all killed becaus of them being to technolgly advanced the goverment killed them all so they wouldnt attack being the last one left he doesnt even know he is becaus he cant rember anything before the time they were all killed he is a mage and a techno person he often hides becaus he is afraid of pepole
Appearance:black messy hair 2 inches tall weres a brown jacket has angel wings and has blue jeans
Personality: he is a kinda goof ball from time to time and afraid of all the pepole becaus of how small he is but he is nice
Good or Evil? good
Otherhis main weapon is a legendary sword in wichs material is unknown and is pure white
im weird....
“Celeste, wake up! Celeste! Wake up, please, wake up!” I felt two arms on my shoulders, shaking me awake from the bed. I felt my hands being lifted and felt a searing pain in my palm. I stood up from my bed and jerked away my hands and stared at them. The blood on my palms were hard and it stained my skin. I had forgotten all about my wounds.
I looked up at who had awoken me. It was Leonine.
“Celeste, we need you.” he whispered. I shook my head.
“Sleep first, need later.” I muttered unthinkingly. A loud crash followed by several shrieks and shouts followed, and I stood up immediately from my bed. I did not notice at first what I was wearing until I was out the door.
I was wearing black and silver clothing, and I had somehow ‘magically ran out of the door with a belt of daggers, combat boots, and such weapons.’ I did not know how, but the screaming from wherever had scared me enough, as screams do, and I didn’t care at the moment.
Leonine dashed to my side. “You don’t even know what’s happening!” he shouted.
“I don’t even know why I’m running so quickly, I don’t know where I’m going!” Leonine smiled widely.
“That’s good, your conscience is kicking in. Once all these things happened, your conscience finally remembered it according to the memories and experiences of your ancestors and connected it to now and... It’s sort of like a huge puzzle with pieces coming together at last.” I stopped in my tracks.
“Can you lead the way? I really don’t know what is happening.” Leonine didn’t answer, he just gave me a salute and began running. I caught up to him. The hall was so awfully long.
“Lion’s Mane has been breached! Somehow, a mob was able to penetrate our defense systems. It’s either our systems or failing, which it has only done once long ago, or the mob is extremely powerful. An Enderman has attacked with a few other mobs, not many, but they do have quite a powerful aura to them and are quite skilled.” I nod.
Quickly, a man runs to Leonine’s side. I run behind them, listening to their conversation. The man was tall and muscular, with perfect tan skin. Unlike Leonine, he was not wearing a cloak, but a full set of gleaming, enchanted Obsidian Armor. He wore instead though a Chain Helmet over his head. His black hair swept a little over his eyes from where I could strain my eyes to see.
“Leonine, are you sure she’s the one?” Leonine nodded.
“No doubts so far. This is a great opportunity for her as well.”
“This is not a game, Leonine. This is serious.”
“Although, I am still right.” the man shouted a command to three men running in the crowd. “Check the defense system immediately and report to me any problems!” the three men nodded and bowed quickly and ran off. The man looked at me, with a serious face.
“Greetings, Celeste. I shall greet you properly after this is sorted out.”
“Okay?” I say awkwardly.
Soon, we reach a balcony again at the Grand Hall. I get a good view of the scenario then and there.
There are a few wizards, or at least I assume, covering their heads in cloaks. A bolt of sparking red lightning bursts from the hands of one wizard and a orange mist emerging from the hands of another. In the center of the commotion, an Enderman cackles, and turns around so I can see his face properly. He looks like a perfectly normal Enderman, except that he holds a sparkling diamond scythe, gleaming dark gray armor, and his eyes.
His right eye is perfectly normal. From afar, I assume it’s fine to look at him in the eye, a stirring purple.Like every other normal Enderman. Although, his left eye is not all the same. A scorched red scratch over his eyelids crossing across his whole left eye entirely, partially closed and bloodshot with a swirling blue and black. He attacks as if he is perfectly fine although, and I try to ignore it.
Surrounding him are an army, or at least a thousand or three thousand mobs surrounding him. From zombies, to skeletons, even a few Pigmen actually.
How do I know all this?
“What are you waiting for? Get down there!” the man shouts at me. “They need you and your powers!”
“I don’t even know what to do!” I roar over the chaos.
“Do whatever then. Just don’t die! Don’t let them get away, and don’t get caught!” the man grabs my arm and tugs me to the edge of the balcony and ushers me to the railing. He takes a grappling hook from his armor, I don’t know exactly where, and shoots it until it hooks around a marble column. He tugs at the rope to make sure it’s steady and without a warning and a final glance, pulls my arms around the rope and pushes me off.
I scream in terror, now holding a bar in the rope, sliding ever so fast, trying to curse him, but it was all too scary. I finally hit the marble column, not hard, but I probably bruised my knee and my left shoulder. Screaming, I let go of the bar and land onto the floor unharmed, and just realizing that a group of mages had helped me by catching me with some sort of transparent shield.
I had no time to thank them, so I jumped off quickly, unsure and dazed and I kept on running. I make my way through the crowd, and I am able to dodge a few arrows, whizzing past my face. And some swords closing in on my head, and I’m quite sure that some of my hair was singed off by a blue flame.
“Work your magic, Celeste!” I hear someone demand.
“I don’t know how to use magic!” I complain.
“You can!” someone insisted. “You just, haven’t realized it!” more mobs were appearing and more being slaughtered, and many hurt.
“I have a plan!” I hear someone say. I turn around to see who is speaking to me with another familiar voice, as everything is somehow becoming familiar to me.
“What is it?” I shout back. Before I can see who it is, I see a bolt of swirling red, yellow, and blue shoot straight into my eyes, and I fall backwards in confusion.
I blink for awhile, trying to clear out what’s happening and to scold the person that had hit me. But I turn around and see an Enderman. Not too far away in a forest, with a white flame in one hand and a burning house in the other. He walks closer to me and the world blacks out. I shout something I am unfamiliar with, shutting my eyes securely.
I hear a chorus of people in amazement and dead silence and I open my eyes to see myself right below the diamond scythe of the Enderman with an injured eye.
He mutters something and shakes uncontrollably, dropping to the floor. The Enderman shouts something in a different language and he ripples, fading away. The mobs following in his actions and soon, everything disappears.
I see people staring at me. I don’t know why. Did I do something stupid?
Leonine and the man walk up to where I stand.
“Told you so.” Leonine whispered. “Good job.” and he faces the audience and grabs my hand, raising it.
“What you have all been waiting for, the rumors are true.” the man shouts. “She has arrived after centuries of waiting, we wait no more. I, Jacob Hoffman, present to you now...The Young One, The Destined, The Light in the Dark as prophesized. Celeste Lux! Our savior!” an uproar of claps and shouts and cheers erupt in the Grand Hall.
“Bow down to the Mighty Warrior!” the man I know think is named Jacob says. The people drop down to their knees and bow.
“The- what?” I ask Jacob.
“Just go with it.” he whispers. I nod and as they begin to get up, I smile and wave nervously.
“I could get used to this.” I mutter closely into Jacob’s ear.
“Don’t get too comfortable.” he warns. “This is only the beginning.”
“You failed?” The Dark One’s voice boomed out, enraged. White, hot flames burn in his eye sockets. I bow down to his feet, ashamed.
“Idiot!” He shouts and kicks me harshly in the head, and I moan unpleasantly.
“I am sincerely sorry, Master. I will do,” I gulp. “Anything. To make it up to you, Master.” I feel his stare rest on me.
“Get the girl. Bring her to me. That was all I asked! Such a simple task!” I nod, wondering why he doesn’t do it himself.
He calms himself down.
“You will, try again.” he tells me. “We cannot do it sooner, she is unlocking her powers, Hawthorne! Do you know what that means?” I stay there, silent and dumb. I don’t know what it means.
“It means she will grow her powers stronger until she comes to attempt to defeat me! That will be so tiring and I will avoid that at all costs. I am a fighter, but a clean take over is all I desire, ones who get in the way shall be given an unworthy death of a mere, pathetic solider. The others, I will suck their souls out like everybody else. Use them to...” he paused and continued. “She’ll be out for two days, that is good. Bring her to me. You have two days, Corone. Two.” I nod.
“I will not fail you a second time.” I mutter.
“Be gone.”
I nod shamefully and rush down the stairs of the tower.
“Annie, you know how to fight mobs, right?” she nodded.
“I’ve killed a few in my travels, aren’t that hard.”
“Okay, what about Endermen?” she stayed silent.
“I’m terrified,” she muttered. “of those horrific, demented creatures. They don’t let you escape, they scream and shout until you know you’re going to die. Don’t make me fight one.” she muttered admittedly.
“Sorry.” I apologized. “Just follow my lead. Also, if you have any sources of water, a drop will do.” I draped a now purple cloak over my head and was covered in a thick, purple mist. “Endermen can’t see the color purple or anything covered in it.” I whisper.
She grabs from me another purple cloak, and soon, she is covered in purple mist too.
“Your father was a battle mage, remember. Lesson number one.” I gesture to her to hold my staff and I mutter a few words which Anastasia will be unable to hear. I open my eyes and another thick mist surounds us, only this time, we end up on the grassless fields of the Enderworld.
“Lesson number two.” I point out a group of Endermen. “Only when necessary.” we both run past them and they don’t see us at all. We pass a few more of the Enderman and I assure Annie she is safe.
We reach a tall tower, of Obsidian, and a golden plate on the ground at the entrance reads: DO NOT ENTER.
“Are we going in?” she asks.
“Lesson number three.” I tell her.
We dive into the Obsidian Tower, and I mutter a defensive spell so I can talk to her privately.
“What are we doing exactly?” Annie asks.
“We are going to save a friend of mine. This scroll holds a map of a few possible Void Cages he could be in.” I show here the map, a messy diagram of squares. “When I left, someone was sent to get me back, but only got lost in the process and taken. I have many hopes he is not yet dead.”
Annie shivered.
“Just show me what happened. I’m tired and a good story could use the month’s work. Show me the people in The Alliance. Like this ‘Leonine’ you keep talking about. Or this ‘Jacob’ and ‘Dominos.’”
“Dominus?” I suggest, chuckling.
“Yeah whatever.”
I open the palm of my hand and sprinkle some white dust on it, and I crush it into smaller bits and I blow it into her eyes.
“Elders, what do you suggest we do?” a man says at the foot of a long, huge table about twice his height. The Second stands up.
“Shall we locate his stepping stones to his location again?”
“No,” disagrees the Third.
“Perhaps, send The Seeker.” suggests the Fourth. “
No,” disagrees the Fifth.
“The Seeker is busy already. Many a matter at Lion’s Mane.” replies the Sixth. “Maybe cloak his thoughts to send to us?” thinks the Seventh.
“No,” disagrees the Eighth.
“Why not?” asks the Ninth.
“It will backfire, like the last time we tried it on an un-located humanoid.” exclaimed the Tenth.
They sit.
“I have an idea. Send the Thirteenth!” cries the Eleventh.
The High Table agrees on this welcomingly and another man appears in the room.
A man who looks about the age of forty comes in. “Yes, masters?” he mutters.
“We need you to look for Regoreidin. Everyone knows now the rumors of him being lost is true and we need you, the Thirteenth, to seek him out.”
The man nodded. “When shall I depart? Where shall I depart?” he asks.
“Tomorrow. Enderworld.” the Eighth says. The man suddenly looks surprised and taken aback.
“The Enderworld!” he exclaims. “How dangerous, how do you know if he is there? What about the Overworld?”
“We have checked the Overworld far too long that the rumors went out and everyone knows them true. We will check the Enderworld. You are a trusted, loyal, and skilled battle mage still. Though a second to Grand Wizardry, you are our hope.” says the Second. The man sighs.
“Many-thanks to you brave mage.” whispers the Fifth.
The man bows and exits the room.
“It went like that.” I said, after Annie had done seeing the scene. The man in the first part was Jacob. Jacob Hoffman, he is one of the I-think-nominees-to-become Leader of the Alliance. We change our Leader every two hundred years I remember. I’ve only lived to see Dominus as Leader, and the Grand Wizards change themselves every five hundred years. I’ve only lived to see the one that is the people you saw in that memory.”
“That’s an awful long time.” Annie said.
I feel the defending shield die down and to my unfortunate surprise, an Enderman with a scorched red eye looms over her.
“Annie, get down!” Annie does what I say and the Enderman grabs at the air. Annie shrieks.
“How can it see us?” she exclaims.
“I don’t know.” I say.
I take back my staff and say the quickest spell I can think of. Blindness. A white mist shoots itself straight into his bad eye and he shrieks a banshee scream in pain. Loud and menacing, I grab Annie’s arm and pull her away.
“I can’t see anything!” the Enderman shouts, then shrieks again.
“It’s calling for back-up!” I shout.
“What in the bloody nexus is happening down there?” I hear a voice boom from upstairs, I hold Annie back.
“Silencio!” I shout and the Enderman stops shrieking altogether and I begin to think that, as he blinks his eyes, his blindness has gone away.
“Bloody better. Be quiet down there!” says the voice.
The Enderman mutters a curse under his breath and charges towards me.
He charges towards me, swinging a diamond scythe in fury.
“Annie, follow my lead!” Annie nods and meets me more than halfway, and runs quicker to the Enderman. She slides under him on the floor before the Enderman knows what to do.
“Strike!” The Enderman is knocked forwards toward me, as if kicked from the back harshly, it brings it’s diamond scythe over my head and I dodge it quickly.
“Hey, buddy!” the Enderman turns around and swings the scythe at her waist and she falls on the ground, panting. The Enderman smiles.
“This shall please him very much.” he grins.
I stop him at the last moment, with the first and probably the most stupidest thing I could think of. I spun on the floor, tripping him, and the diamond scythe flew out of his hand and cut itself deep into the obsidian space above the doorframe.
The Enderman mouths a curse, which I shall not mention.
“Now.” I mutter. I land a punch on the Enderman’s chest and I mouth a word which I have not long spoken for decades. I push my hand deep and I grasp a circular object in his chest. My fingers penetrating his obsidian black skin. I feel Annie stare at me in awe and horror from the corner, I cannot look at her face.
“Look away, Annie. Please.” I plead. She doesn’t.
I can hear the Enderman choke and sputter and I strain back the painful power that made me the battle mage I was and am again. I close my eyes and pule something, cool and hard, from the Enderman’s chest.
The Enderman is silent and I stare at his cold, pale, gray eyes.
“What did you- what did- what...” Annie stutters, afraid in the corner, holding a dagger in her hand. “What did you do to him?”
I look at her. “I’m sorry you had to see that.” she walks towards me and hugs me. “Trust me, doing what I did just now will help this Enderman more than it hurt him. It’s worth it.”
“Show me what you pulled out of his chest.” she whispers. I lay the cold, hard pearl in her palms and shivers. “It’s a pearl.”
“An Ender Pearl. Inside is the Ender Eye. The Enderman is not dead.” I look at it stressfully. “If I can get this to the Alliance, they can revive him into his true human form. Before he turned their souls into shadow and corrupted them completely.”
“Who?”
“He.” she knew who I was talking about.
“We can help him.” I assure her. “We must move forward.” I put a hand on hers and I feel the pain she feels.
“I remember my father.” she says.
“You told me about him. He was a fine, kind man. A great husband and father to you. What if I said, I could do something, miraculously, about your father?” she looked up at me.
“Bring him back to life?” she asked, curling up into a ball, as if she were again a little girl. I shook my head.
“After death, one of the living should not bring one from the afterlife back. They rest there, usually their mission is complete, and if not... It would be ripping them terribly from their life story from alive to dead and once they reach our world. They wouldn’t be there long. They wouldn’t be able to exist again unless given the power of a god. They would wrinkle and turn to ash, and they would cease to exist, with only the memories left behind.”
I could feel a pool of water forming at Annie’s feet.
“We must move on.” she dries her eyes, red and swollen.
“That was so scary.” she whispers. “How could he see us?”
After awhile of assurance, we depart. We hold our hands to the Ender Pearl, and I teach her a short chant that takes us to a hall. It appeared that the Enderman I had defeated was one of importance, which made it easier for us to access the Hall of Voids.
The Hall of Voids is like a deathrow at prison. A long, never-really-ending hallway composed of shadows and invisible doors leading to infinite rift spaces where the prisoners are kept.
If one was in possession of an Ender Eye (which required much strength, power, and inner soul), it was easy to locate Void Prisons and Cells you needed to find. After I had arrived, I stored it in my pocket, since it was a huge and protective pocket indeed.
We took a few wrong turns. A few turns ending up with mobs and a few minutes of fighting, and other that lead to chained up people.
We met a large half dog half bird. It had colorful fur and grand wings, but it had the characteristics of a dog. Although, it could only bark and scream, we let it go.
We met a woman with one eye, one nose, one half of a mouth, one arm, one leg, and one tuft of hair on her head. She told us her name was “Hafe.” She told us she was missing her husband and her twelve children (or six when put together) and we let her go before she told us her whole life story. The irony of it all.
We met some creature that told us it was called a Fooplee, a squishy, furry creature that was less than a block tall and had no face or nose. Just a mouth and little feet to jump around. We let it go off to its world because it attempted to attack Annie. It was adorable either way.
Finally, we reached the one I seeked. It took us a long walk to get to where The Thirteenth was. He looked about the age of fifty now, and talked to a frog on a rock sitting across him. Listening intently.
“So I said, ‘Hey! That’s a-peel-ing!’” and he chuckled. The frog rolled its eyes. Annie looked at me happily.
“What is it?” I whispered.
“You look like my father when you smile. You look like you, but like my father.”
“Gasper!” I shout at the man. He hasn’t seen himself in a mirror for ages. His scraggly, knotted, black beard reaches his knees and his face is a dark mess. He looks in my direction and smiles, waving.
“Is that you, Reg?” he asks loudly. I nod.
“Yes, it’s me. It took me awhile, but here I am.” Gaspar laughs, and gets up. He walks over to me with a cane in his left hand, poking it in the air.
“Time is different here!” he said. “I aged more than one thinks! I’m just lucky I look younger by a few centuries or decades. Give me your staff.”
“Wait, wait.” I hold the tip of my staff up to his forehead and the staff glows a bright golden color, and a few red sparks fall to the floor. I smile and give it to him.
“Aye, lad. Now, let’s see how I look.” he swung the staff around and created a mirror in the air, and stood in shock at himself. “My beard! It’s knotted and dark! I love it! It could use a trim and my voice back to normal, and take away the wrinkles until...” he kept talking to himself and altering how he looked, until he looked only of a teenager.
“Okay now.” Gaspar rubbed his hands together. “It’s about time you found me, I deserve an answer of where you were when I went a’lookin’.”
“Well, I created an illusional place called “Woodland Campsites,” to get some normal work done in the Overoworld just to see how it’s done and being a battle mage and an expert at wizardry, I protected the place from members of The Alliance or things like that. I hired people, as the place was built literally with the snap of a finger. I gave up magic for awhile, being tired. I found an addiction to wine and rum and drinks like that and it kind of got me stuck with the normality that is the Overworld. You went to The End.”
“Regoreidin, stuck in your ways as well.” Gaspar shook his head, and I felt a tad bit guilty in my stomach. “Oh well, get me back now before the guards serve the food, it tastes absolutely horrific!” a small ribbit was heard from the frog.
“Oh yes, this is my cellmate. His name is Ribbit. I don’t understand a word he says. Anyways, he’s been stuck here longer than I, time has stretched his age, might as well send him to the Overworld for farewells and go up to The Aether.”
I nodded. “Yes. That will automatically arranged.”
We sent the frog away and we teleported ourselves to the entrance of the Grand Wizards as quickly as we could, Annie looked around the place quite amazed and pleased with the tapestry and decoration.
It didn’t look any different than the decades or the century I had been gone. The guards only gave me a look in awe and the doors of the Great Table open. The wizards stare at me, Annie, and Gaspar, smiling, and the doors close shut behind us.
Chapter 8. The Bringer Of Dark Warnings
Jacob told me I was in the infirmary under the care of a woman named Altha, who bowed in my presence at the entrance and helped brought me in. I was told to lay down on the bed and rest, but after a few moments, I realized I had fallen asleep and that I was dreaming. How, you might ask, did I know I was dreaming? It was simple really.
For one, I was not anymore inside an infirmary and I felt fully awake. I was in a field, a bright field with the sun up high and two people were walking towards me. They were my parents and they were dead.
I didn’t realize it at first, because when you see your dead parents fully alive and coming towards you with smiles on their faces, you wouldn’t care to realize, would you? You’d run to them and hug them and tell them you love them, and so I did.
They did not hug me back.
They only looked forward.
“Mom? Dad?” I asked them both. I could see a wind catch my mother’s hair and I could feel a soft wind against my skin. I turned around and saw they were looking towards a dark forest.
“No, mom...” I said. “Look at me. It’s me, Celeste, your daughter. I’m here, and you’re alive. Please, don’t mind that scary forest, look at me. Dad, look at me.” they did not. I felt the wind become stronger. I knew something was wrong.
“He is furious.” my father said against the wind softly.
“He is scared.” said my mother. “He knows you are developing your powers. You are unlocking them. He has plans.”
“He is coming, Celeste. You must be ready. It’s so close. His plan, everyone is in danger, Celeste.”
“What are you talking about? Who is scared? Who is planning?” I ask, tugging at their clothes and shirt sleeves.
“We are dead, we are not released, we do not live in The Aether like we thought and should be in. We are trapped. For so long, we have been trapped.” the wind has picked up pace, the grass that tickled my ankles now fought and scratched and the flowers did so too. The sky was no more bright, but was darkening into a hideous red, and the warmth of the sun was not welcoming. Something was for sure, horribly wrong.
“You are good souls, why are you not in the Aether? Why aren’t you here with me? Where are you? Who trapped you?” I could not cry in this dream. They both shook their heads.
“Prepare yourself, you will be warned.” they shrieked. I knelt on the ground, covering my ears and closing my eyes shut and the whole dreamscape blanked out. I heard only their shrill voice and the wild wind. And a cold, thin, bony hand lay on my shoulder.
“Get up, child. Get up, now. Stand up, you fool. Stand and face me.” I did not know who it was and realized that this was a nightmare. Nights of praying to Notch and to the Kingdom of The Aether were wasted, they had never been there.
I stood up quickly, still shutting my eyes and covering my ears.
“Get your hands off and your eyes open, and face me!” the voice screamed. I opened my eyes and I screamed. My jaw dropped wide open, that and I could only see his jaw.
The man had no chin. He had no face and no eyes and no nose and no mouth. Or at least, not on his skin. Because he had no skin, and was a bleeding red skeletal being, covered in a cloak. I jerked his hand away and he laughed at my dismay.
Where his eyes should have been, there were dark, eyeless sockets, looking down upon my own eyes. He grinned a toothy grin, for that was all he had where his mouth should have been.
His cloak was dark, darker than any black I had seen ever before. He carried a bronze scepter, against the bones that were his fingers. It glistened desirably in his grasp.
“You look surprised to see me, did you not expect my visit?” he asked. I did not answer him. He was the scariest being I had ever seen in my whole life.
“Answer me, or things will not end well. The prophecy too.”
“No.” I said. “I didn’t expect you to be here. I don’t- don’t know who you are.” the man grimaced, shaking his head.
“Oh, how naive you humans are!” he chuckled. “I am Raht. I am the bringer of dark warnings. I am the one of the guardian spirits of evils in all of the mortal worlds.” I stand a little awkwardly, unsure of what to do. I snap out of it, straighten my back, and try to act as noble as I can.
“Why are you here, with me, then? What’s so bad that you have come?” I ask. Raht smiled toothily.
“You have such confidence, it annoys me. You are part of something, much bigger than you can comprehend.”
“The riddles, again? I know, the Alliance. I’m some sort of heroine. I don’t know what is going to happen, the world is dominated by demons and you must be one of them I’m sure and...”
“Patience! You lack patience, my dear. Do you know why this is all happening?”
“No. I don’t.”
“Well then, follow me.” he turned around. His cloak leaving behind a trail of black mist. I followed him, not knowing where I was going. I heard something breaking with each step I took, and I looked down to see broken skulls. Skulls everywhere in fact. I shrieked, almost loosing my balance. Raht laughed at my dismay.
“Come along. Do not trip. They’ve been looking for some new - playmates - this whole month and are never really satisfied with how may they’ve got, so...” he trailed off.
“Stop here.” he says, and looks down at his feet.
“Hold this scepter and try not to let go. Letting go is your choice.” I walk a few steps closer. “Oh, how I wish I could push you off this ledge. Damned rules won’t allow me without him confiscating my duties and powers temporarily. It’s irritating, that man.” I pretend to ignore him, and put my hand over the bronze scepter.
“Now, walk with me.” he begins to walk a steady pace, and I have no choice to follow. “Now, look down.” hesitantly, I follow again.
As if on glass, I see a world. The shape of a cube, surrounded by a black mist.
“What is that?” I ask.
“That’s Eart- I mean, the Overworld.” I try to decipher what he meant, what is an Eart? But I’m too busy looking at the red, black, and purple planet that is our world.
“It’s supposed to be green and blue. It’s the color of a deep wound now.” I shudder thinking of it.
“It’s a deep cut, I must say. After you left, they not only appeared from the dark. They summoned everyone. The spawners were unlocked of their power, fully, and the demons from many dimensions, not only the Nether and your own world. Even from my world, escaped. Tshey’re growing. Stronger, mightier. You’re people are struggling to survive. Many of them are still on the Overworld. Forgotten.”
The ground drops, or the planet comes closer, because soon enough, I see a clear view of some street children, huddling together in a dark alley in a dumpster, crying and shivering. I can hear the moans and the wails that escape their lips and the racket of whatever is outside the dumpster.
“We’ve got to save them!” I cry out, my face only a few feet away from them.
“We cannot. I do not save people, I warn them. I warned them, they did not listen. You, you cannot save them either. They are in reality, you are in a dream.”
“Wake me up then!”
“That is beyond my power. If you’re so worried, those idiots will be rescued by members of the Alliance soon enough.”
“Don’t call them idiots, and what if they don’t?”
“Then...” I feel horrified, looking at the children. “Moving along.” he begins walking and I struggle to hold on to the scepter. He stops again in a room of green earth, but the smell of the sea which I can distinctly remember as a child, floods the room.
He sits me down on a chair in the center of the room right across from him. Once he sits down, his seat becomes a leathery black and the floor beneath him a silver-blue stone. The room becomes a little cooler and I hug my arms to keep in the heat, in hope that I won’t freeze to death in my sleep.
“Remember that necklace the Enderman took, from you in that Void Prison?” I completely forgot about it, how dare me!
“Yes. Yes, my mother gave it to me as a child. When-”
“Yes, I know what happened. I warned her and your father too, but they didn’t listen to my warning, they cared too much. How annoying, isn’t it? How stubborn you beings are, your stupidity amaze me!” I growl a little in his direction.
“Don’t say that about my parents. They aren’t stupid. They were the nicest people in the world. In the universe.”
“Someone’s being defensive! It was a joke, lighten up. Being in the modern century too long, it has turned my brilliant speech and dialogue, turned it to waste. Point is, that necklace of yours... Well, first off, do you know what your mother did for a living?” I think about it for awhile, but I don’t exactly know what she did.
I’ve seen her write. I’ve seen her clean my clothes and the house. I’ve seen her collect fruits and plant veggies for us, but she didn’t sell it to anyone. I kind of lived in the middle of a forest, in nowhere. I found it a little weird how I never encountered monsters as a kid.
“No, I don’t. I know my dad was a miner and sometimes he would help his buddies out at the nearby villages build things. But other than that, no.”
“Well then, you’re mother is like you. She found out she was part of the Alliance when she was a child, eleven, to be exact. Her father, as you know her mother died, her father had introduced her to his life as a Battle Mage. She studied the art of wizardry or whatever you please call it and the art of strategy. She too became a Battle Mage, a certified one at least, by the age of twenty-one.”
“So, she knows about all of this?”
“Yes. It’s something that runs in your family. From the age of twenty-one to twenty-eight, she joined the battles against a few dimensions or so, and met your father when the Uphold and the Alliance became allies.
“Your father was part of another section of a different society. It isn’t only the Alliance that supposedly helps the world. Your father was part of the Uphold. During the battle, he saved your mother from a near death experience and she saved him. When they both became thirty, they married. They lived happily for the next three years.
“The next few years, you happened. They were prepared, of course, having made sure you were in fine shape and spirit before you were born, but they got, quite more than they expected. It was said in a prophecy long ago, that within five years after a couple married, a random couple, it could’ve been anyone, would give birth to one of the most powerful people ever to perhaps, rule the world. Thing is, during the time, there are three divisions in the Uphold. The first being the highest and the last being the lowest, but of course they still had authority over themselves and their own rights. But a rich couple had thought they would give birth to that child, when it wasn’t them, the wife was furious. She had a lot of power and was the younger sister of the ruler of the Uphold. Soon enough, because of this, your parents retired and took care of you, not really abandoning their magic.
“They were warned though, of your powers, and they knew their deaths would come. They weren’t sure when. They only knew, that they had to let you go out into the world alone. They could’ve saved themselves and you, but they didn’t, if you agree with me, I may bring up the subject of stupidity.”
“No.” I said.
“Alright, another time.” he mumbled in annoyance. “Anyway, she gave you three gifts before she died. The first one was that necklace, which secrets you must keep to yourself at all costs. The second one is your eyes. You do not notice it, but there is power there, I cannot tell any more than that. The last one, was herself. As she died, she gave you a little of herself, her aura and her being, and so did her father. They never have left you really, seems creepy to me, don’t you think?”
“I love that. But, what was so important about that necklace, and my eyes? They’re normal eyes, I see as everyone sees.” I say, regathering what had happened before I lost that necklace.
“What is that necklace anyway, why is it so important?”
“Oh yes, I was talking about the necklace, I completely forgot!” he chuckled inhumanly. “Well, have you ever tried looking at it. Straight for a few minutes, and realized anything strange about it. Anything at all?” I open my mouth to say something, but he interrupts me.
“No. You haven’t. Well, if you did for once, you’ll notice that there are letters, small letters, engraved on the green areas and the letters when put together correctly spell: WORLD. In the center of that necklace, there is an orb that basically protects the world’s essence. Or, part of it. I cannot tell any more.”
“Why did my mother have it? Why did she give it to me? What is the world’s essence?”
“It’s what makes it our world.” a clock made of obsidian pops up from the skulls in the wall. He looks at it grimly, yet happily, and back at me. “Well, our little chat has gone well I assume. Darn rules, you are so lucky I am unable to harm you, so lucky.” he got up and he unfolded the imaginary folds in his cloak and his smile became more menacing as it widened. It was not a pretty smile.
“Remember this time.” he turned around, his body beginning to disappear from the bottom up in a swirling, sandy, red mist. I began to cough. The red mist had grown, into a tornado of sorts and engulfed the whole room.
“Now, wake up.”
That was the last thing I saw. His face. It wasn’t his face. It was-
“Good morning, Celeste. We hope you enjoyed your little nap.” she smiled. Nurse Altha stood beside me with a cup of what I thought was tea in her hands. Beside her were three boys. Leonine, Jacob, and- Regoreidin. Who was the girl?
“Celeste, meet my new companion. Annie, meet Celeste.”
The girl waved harshly.
“I hope you slept well.”