From the Black There Rose a Hero

by DwarfTorja

A Dwarf from Stoneholm goes missing, and it's suspected of Israphel's return. But Israphel is not the only one who has returned - Honeydew and Xephos have too. Finding out what's happened alongside Peculier, they venture into unknown lands. IsraphelxOC

1. Minecraftia?

The Yogscast

From the Black, there rose a hero

Chapter 1

The earth around the two adventurer's shifted and changed, wobbled and broke away. The taller of the two quickly drew a sword, whereas the shorter one pulled out some TNT. Rain poured down around the two, and the taller of the duo took notice of the dwarfs intentions.

"Simon, really?" The spaceman murmured, giving the dwarf a sidelong glance. The dwarf simply gave the spaceman a sheepish expression, and suddenly everything around them exploded.

"What did you do?" The spaceman yelled, and the dwarf looked around quickly.

"Nothing! I did nothing!" He cried. "I still have a stack of 64 TNT!" Then everything around them bolted into blackness. The spaceman pulled out a torch and placed it on the ground.

"Where are we … ?" He murmured.

"Lewis…." The dwarf whispered. "You're missing the point; or the portal." Lewis turned around, and stared at a familiar portal.

"Here again?" He murmured, jumping up the huge steps. "Hey look. The route to the Yogcave is sealed up with bedrock." Simon glanced over Lewis, on his tip-toes.

"Oh yeah …" Simon said in a high-ish voice. "So it is…."

"Heroes! You have returned?" They both turned to look at the familiar face of Old_Peculier.

"Old man!" Simon said with glee, but his smile faded as quickly as it came. "Is something the matter?" Old_Peculier looked at the floor, and sighed.

"The Dark Lord has returned." His eyes looked dull. "Luckily No one was hurt, but a member of Stoneholm went missing. We believe it has something to do with the Dark Lord. Perhaps he has manipulated someone again." Simon looked at Lewis in despair.

"What do we do, Lewis?" He said, his eyes now reflecting Old_Peculier's dullness. Lewis sighed through his nose, and looked up at the darkened sky.

"I think …" Lewis murmured, tapping his sword against the cobblestone floor. "I think we should go to Mistral to rest. Then tomorrow, we shall move to Stoneholm and ask around." He looked down at Simon. "If there is nothing, we go to Terrorvale, and search Israphel's tomb. He could be in that castle again." Simon nodded at Lewis.

"To Mistral City?" He murmured, looking toward Old_Peculier, who nodded.

"To Mistral City."