The Last Eye

by Bluesky Setter

In Minecraft, adventurers were the ones everyone loved and respected. Though, nobody knows that these adventurers would do awful things to get to The End... Twins Alrik and Aina were oblivious to these facts like everyone else, leading them both to following their dream of becoming adventurers themselves.

The dejected man stood in front of the eerie, yet intriguing unfinished portal. Below the dozen frames laid the intense searing lava, frequently shooting up little spouts of fire towards him. He smirked menacingly, he had committed numorous sinful actions to get to where he was- actions that he no longer felt guilty of. A theif, a murderer...against a large number of adventurers. Robbing resources again and again, slaughtering those who stood in his way- with no hesitation.

The man leaned down, still making that foul smile, and looked at the Eye of Ender in his hand. The frames of the portal were complete, except one. There he held the last eye, the one that would make his dream come true and make him feel that all his cruel doings were worth it. He devoted his whole life to going to The End, and he finally made it. He made an immense sigh in relief, relaxing only a small fraction of his fatigued and damaged head.

"This was for you..." The man whispered. "If only you would've listened to me."

Then, he raised his arm up, positioning the Eye of Ender to fit in the shape inside the last frame.

"All these years...I knew I would make it..."

Finally, the man inserted the eye.

"Oh, Bjorn...you were always so careless." a voice suddenly came up behind him. He immediately picked himself up, and turned. The lava's light only reached so far, he measly saw a shadow, but prepared himself for battle- only that he lacked a proper weapon.

"How did you get down here!? I hid this stronghold perfectly!"

"I suppose it wasn't so perfect afterall." the stranger laughed.

The now confused and angry man jumped at him, both fighting...to the death.

This stranger blocked most of his punches, hitting back successfully each time. The man panted, now weakened, while the other snickered after each of his failing strikes. He soon realized that this stranger was slowly pushing him near the edge, he was getting closer to falling into the lava.

C'mon portal...open! he yelled in his head.

Suddenly, he felt the intruder kicked his leg; then purposely tangling his feet to make him trip.

"N-no!" the man hollered as he seen himself fall over. He felt his feet leave the ground...and the heat of the lava hit him. "NO, NO, NO!" he continued to shout.

"Thanks for the last eye...Bjorn."

Then...the cries of great agony and terror echoed through the walls of the stronghold...until finally...he was dead.

~Yay, a remake! I decided to start the story over due to a major plot change. Plus, it needed to be revised. Oh, and if you're thinking "shouldn't the portal have opened by now?" then you're right. But, in this fanfiction, I wanted to make it a bit different and have it take more time to open. Oh and he didn't have a weapon with him because he figured nobody could get in the stronghold from how good he hid it. Once the portal was opened he was going to return to his home and collect all of the items he had prepared for The End. I figured these were going to be the most asked questions so there's that. I will update soon, I appreciate reviews :)