Look who's back! I heard a song early this morning (by early I mean 1:30 in the morning) and now I have hatched a plan for a sequel to 'Tellus', the first Fanfic I've ever done for mine craft, and my longest fan fiction yet. Let's hope we can replicate its success!
The song I found was called 'The Sixth Day' by City of the Fallen. Those may or may not be important names.
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"Papa?"
"Yes?"
"…Tell me a story. I can't sleep."
The male chuckled and leaned down, sitting on the child's bed and patting the spot next to him. The boy jumped up beside his fairer-skinned father and his head hit the pillow, staring at his Papa as the man spoke easily, sliding the sheets over his son's form. "There was once a Great Dragon… but she was an evil Dragon. She sought the destruction of the entire human race… and possibly all other life here on this planet."
The boy's eyes widened in shock, his jaw dropped. "Really?"
"Really. This Dragon became so powerful, so persuasive, that she swayed the judgment of many a Man on Earth. She created dark shadows in her image, their limbs long and their eyes a glowing Amethyst. They traveled to the surface, hiding away in the safety of the shadows from which they'd been born, taking safety in the uninhabited caves. When a Man would come too close, interrupt their business, they disposed of him easily enough, and he would never be found again."
The boy's face contorted in fear, clutching the blanket closer to his chin. "…What did they want, Papa?"
"They wanted the stones, the means to rebuild the portal that would bring their Mother to Earth so they could reign again."
"Why didn't they just give it to them?"
"Humans had no knowledge of them – they were so well hidden that not-a-one living being had the slightest idea what was to come, what was waiting, what loomed in the horizon." The man chuckled and pat his son's head gently, his eyes softening as the child eased his muscles in response, taking comfort in his father's touch.
"They never fixed the portal, did they?"
"Oh, but they did. They rebuilt the portal to its former glory and the Dragon climbed through. She emerged from the center of the Earth with an enormous roar, one that was heard from continent to continent. Men and women cowered in fear, staring in terrified awe as the creature spread her wings and screamed, unleashing her hellish wrath on the denizens of the planet."
The boy trembled visibly and the man lay down next to him, rolling over to face the child as he climbed under the blankets, taking the boy's hand in comfort. "What… what happened to all the people…?"
"They perished under her fire. But a band of brave warriors arose from the ashes, drawing bows and swords, reading to fight the monstrosity that had taken their world."
The boy was enraptured as they both lay on their backs, his father smiling and painting a picture with his hands on an invisible canvas, the dull light from the Redstone lamp in the corner the only thing casting the shadows on the ceiling. "They drove the demon back to Her prison, forcing Her and Her minions to retreat. It was a long and difficult battle and many were lost – but the result they had desired came to be. The Dragon fled into her safety and the group of warriors, without any means of destroying the stones that made the portal, simply disassembled it, finding a way to spread its pieces, scatter it across the land.
"Countless years passed, and here we stand on the Earth, post-apocalypse. We are few, but we have a similar past – but you… you are just like the warriors."
The boy looked at his father with wide heterochromatic eyes, his lips parted. "Me?"
"You. Just like them, you hold the very power to drive back evil…"
"No I don't, Papa. I'm just like you."
The man smiled and said nothing, sitting up. The child's eyes drooped. "Wait…" the boy slurred, watching as the older man made his way to the door. He turned, blinking as he touched the switch on the lamp.
"Yes?"
"…You didn't finish the story… What happened… after…"
"…When you're older… I will tell you when you're older."
When the child didn't respond he chuckled, pushing the switch down. The room was plunged into darkness and he closed the door softly, leaning against it as his lover turned the corner. She jumped and chuckled, rolling her eyes as she held the torch. "You and your late hours," she joked, crossing one arm beneath her breasts to clutch the elbow of her opposite arm, tilting her head. "Did you tell him? About Her?"
"You heard?"
"I did."
"…" He looked away, frowning. "…I'm sorry."
"Don't be. Just… just don't do it again. I don't want him subjected to the same torture we had to suffer." She unconsciously touched the necklace that hung against her chest, her fingers playing with the white stone on the very end.
"I know… I just… I just want him to be safe."
"And he will be. Come, the others have already lain down to sleep. It's time for us to do the same."
The man nodded, shuffling down the hall to enter their bedroom, lying down as the woman placed the torch in its proper place, extinguishing it. The room was enveloped in shadows and the girl quickly padded into bed, trembling in the cold. Winter was setting in quickly, and with very little coal to rely on, they were in for a difficult season.
"…Sleep well."
"And you…" she smiled, seeking his hand beneath the sheets. He looked at her with a drowsy smile, clutching her fingers in his palm. "…Protector."