Hey ya'll, it's Enderdeath! I hope you're having a great day, but I don't know if I'll make it any better with the releasing of this new story... So yeah. Same challenge, 10 chapters, updated daily, between 1,000 and 2,000 words per chapter. This chapter has 1,160 words. NOTE: I do not own Mianite, any YouTubers mentioned, Minecraft, and really, I don't own anything except the idea. ALSO: I am not claiming the real Declan actually deals with this sort of thing, nor do I; this is purely fantasy.
The Priest's Dagger
Declan could already tell; it was going to be 'one of those days.'
He knew it from the moment he woke up and saw the Wither staring at him through his large bay window.
Dec sighed and got out of bed, slowly dragging his feet against the ground. It appears the mortals had been fighting mobs in a battle again. He never much liked the thought of killing anything, even it was hostile. That's why he had been so reluctant for an obsidian battle arena to be built right outside his bedroom.
It's not like mobs attacked him anyway. He often had hostile creatures around his house, and was actually pretty good friends with a blaze that he had named 'Asandi.' To tell the truth, Asandi was pretty much his only friend.
Sad, but Dec had grown used to it.
So now he was curious as the Wither boss tilted its right head, huffing impatiently. He quickly ran out of his room and down the spiral staircase, saying a hello to his pet wolf, who was lying at the bottom of the stairs. Dec sprinted out of his front door and rounded the corner sharply, moving quickly through the tunnel.
He burst out onto the pale sidewalk where the Wither waited. "Good morning," Dec told the Wither, panting slightly. The Wither dipped its three heads in unison; its own special kind of greeting.
Good morning, the Wither's crackly voice spoke in Dec's mind and he smiled, always impressed by the boss's special ability. He was able to tell that this particular Wither was rather young – and female too; a rarity amongst Withers.
"What can I do to help you, ma'am?" Dec spoke politely, not particularly wanting to get shot with a wither skull. The Wither made a sound that resembled human laughter.
"First off, my name is Katerinia, but you can call me Kat. I came here because I accidentally destroyed my Nether portal to home. Then, some of the armoured mortals tried to shoot me but I was too fast for them. I met a pale one and he told me that I should go to you and that you would help me." Kat's voice echoed in itself, coming from the fact that Withers had three mouths.
"Well, I will certainly assist you, Kat. In fact, the Nether portal in the courtyard should be big enough that you can fit through. Just fly over that side of the mountain and you'll see the portal's glow," Dec grinned as all three of Kat's mouths smiled.
"Thanks," She crackled, flying swiftly over the side of the mountain, a trail of smoke in her wake. Dec watched as she disappeared over the small ridge, before the whooshing sound of an active Nether portal signified that she had gone back home.
Dec felt a twinge of loneliness but he shoved the heavy feeling away. It wouldn't do any good if the mortals saw him for what he really was. He didn't need to be moping around as he did tasks around the world.
It would be a lie if Dec said he sometimes wished he was normal.
It would be the truth if Dec said he always wished he could be normal.
Because the full truth was that Dec was a demigod. He wasn't sure which god was his actual father because all he remembered was his mortal mother's face as she lay in her coffin and his abusive step-father's harsh words against him.
Yeah, he hadn't had the best of life when he was younger.
Dec sighed, trying to shove the memories to the back of his mind. If he let his memories take over, he would spiral down into despair.
To try and distract himself from what was running through his mind, Dec decided to go and visit the Mianite temple to see what the god of the Overworld was up to.
Which meant he better get going because it was a long, long walk to the temple.
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"Lord Mianite," Dec bowed as the god of purity shimmered into existence in front of him. Mianite blinked, his marbled white eyes emotionless as always.
"Greetings Declan," Mianite's voice was heavy and tired, making it sound like he was thoroughly exhausted.
Dec couldn't help but wonder what was going on to make Mianite so tired, but he knew it would be rude to phrase his question like he how was thinking it. "May I ask what troubles you, my lord?"
Mianite sighed. "Furia, Dianite's old guardian, has decided to wage war against all humanity and godly forms. That means my powers will be pushed to their limits. The land will be destroyed and the mortals incinerated. I will be using up all of my energy to protect them from the brunt of Furia's wrath, which means I cannot play a very big part in this war. Dianite is reluctant to assist in killing Furia as he still suspects it's a trap, and of course Ianite is still regaining her strength. That leaves us with a very pitiful army. I don't exactly expect Furia to run away in terror when he sees two gods at half-strength and one half-willing god standing up to him."
"I wish I could help you," Dec said regretfully. "But I made a vow never to partake in battle."
"And I respect your decision," Mianite sighed again. "I will not ask you to join this fight. I am just concerned about the safety of the mortals – and of course you, my dear priest."
Dec felt a sudden feeling of uselessness strike his heart and he lowered his head, not wanting Mianite to see the doubt in his eyes. "You don't need to protect me. I have my own kind of guardians."
"Oh really?" Dec didn't miss the note of suspicion in Mianite's voice. It pained him to think that the god he served didn't trust him, but he pushed it aside.
"You did not know?" Dec asked. "All normally hostile mobs are peaceful around me. My best friend is a blaze named Asandi and I helped Katerinia, a Wither, just earlier this morning."
Mianite's eyes grew stormy and he scowled. "I don't think you realize what this means, Declan. You aren't doing any harm right now, but I'm not sure what to think of you anymore."
Dec's heart sank as Mianite disappeared into thin air, leaving his final words hanging in the almost nonexistent breeze. Mianite didn't like the fact that he was friends with and could help hostile mobs, but it wasn't like he had a choice with his ability.
So that meant he just had to shut up and deal with it.
Or, there was another option. He didn't like it, but maybe it was necessary. It would require doing something that would probably be very painful and bring back even more bad memories.
But Dec promised himself he would try it that night.
So! Dec is a demigod with a bad past... doesn't sound like a good combination, does it?
Random Observation: If you want to guess who Dec's father is, review saying '#Dianitethepickle' for Dianite, '#Mianitethepotato' for Mianite, and if you want to be silly, '#Ianitethecookie' for Ianite!