Hello everyone! I'm kinda new here (Had this account for a while but now I'm actually posting stuff on here) and I feel like a n00b right now because I'm trying to figure out whether I'm doing this right ^_^" ehehe
Some help would be greatly appreciated and criticism would be nice as well! I've been writing fanfics for a while but never really had someone beta read them and all that stuff... I mean, I have my friends and a few relatives reading them but they're the actual readers and not editors...
Too much rambling. On with the story!
I do not own Minecraft or Mianite. Minecraft belongs to Mojang. Mianite belongs to CaptainSparklez, Syndicate, II_JERiiCHO_II, and OMGitsfirefoxx.
Ashes of the Just One
"Ianita, something's wrong with Mommy?"
"Mommy act weard!"
"I gotta go right away…"
Entering his portal that was connected to the one by Ianite's house, he walked out to see the familiar reddish End stone and the dark, blood red ravaged bricks around him.
"Ianite?! Everything okay?" he called out. Turning the corner and flying up with his wings, he called out to her once more.
"Lady Iani- …woah." He stared in awe and astonishment as a large, posing figure appeared before his eyes. Coal-colored yet still soft and supple skin contrasted the large purple and gray markings that appeared across the body and gold chains attached to the knee and leg trailed down to the figure's feet. Two devil-like horns protruded from atop the head and the figure appeared to be almost as if it was dancing with two invisible scales hanging from the wrists.
Then it hit him. The figure was his Lady, Ianite.
"Ianite…?" he asked quietly. "Is that you?"
No response.
"Ianite, I…" He could not finish his sentence as he flew around the frozen figure of his Lady, observing closely all the markings and details.
Then his world began to all fall apart. Starting from the feet, the coal-like skin cracked and began to crumble into ashes. His eyes widened as the cracks made its way up to the thighs, the hips, the torso, all deteriorating and disintegrating into black dust.
He watched in horror as the face cracked partially in half diagonally and dissolved into the coarse ash and dust that the rest of the body had become.
"No…" said Sparklez as he looked over the heaping pile of dust and ash that lay in front on him. "Why…"
He held some of the dark ashes shakily in his hands before tears splashed onto them, creating a murky, salty fluid that ran down the crevices of his fingers. "My- My Lady… You d-died…"
He watched as his memories with his Goddess flashed before his eyes and opened his hands, releasing the ash from his hold. "You- you left too early…" Gripping his bow, he pulled out his arrows. He could feel the power of the arrows pulsate throughout his body, remembering their strength also came to balance out strength. "Balance is good on Earth… but you left us…" He put his arrows back in his bag and stared at his bow. "We needed you, Ianite… Dianite, Martha, Tucker, Tom, Sonja… We all needed you…"
He made a fist with his right hand and said softly, "Andor needed you… He never got to meet his grandmother or spend time with her like we did…" Tilting his head upwards, he looked at the peak of the remains and let the tears flow down his now flushed cheeks. "I needed you…" He closed his eyes shut and banged the ground with his hand. "Damn universe… damn it all! There could have been other ways to spread balance across Ruxomar other than discorporating her!" He shook his head wildly and banged the floor again with heavy willpower. "Damn it…"
"…Sparklez."
He shot his head up and turned around to find the so mysterious voice that called him. There was nobody; nothing. Wiping the tears from his face and slowly getting up, he made his way over the ashes to what was left of her house. The front wall seemed as if it was ripped off yet everything else seemed okay. And on the middle of the floor was a book. A simple, purple-tinted book.
Picking it up, he took note of the magic signature on the book, making it seem a strange, metallic-like purple color. The title on the book was 'For Now.'
It confused him. 'For now?' Was the book talking about from Ianite to him?
Opening it, he turned the fragile, wilted page over. On the other side of the wrinkled page was fancy and neat calligraphy, yet it seemed rushed.
It read, 'See you soon, my man.'
Then he realized it. The book was written from Ianite and was meant to be for him. But 'For Now'? 'See you soon'? Ianite was gone now, all spread out into little Ianitas around the world. She couldn't be put back into one piece anymore. She was already discorporated. No way could she be back like that… Her quintessence was already spread out as well. To him, to Martha, to Andor. She couldn't be brought back like that. No way.
Unless she was talking about Spark.
Was she discorporated so that she could simultaneously spread balance across the land and be partially brought into their original universe so she could visit Spark Plug? Was that it?
He sighed. He was overthinking it too much. He only had to worry that Ianite was gone now.
He would build her a gravesite here and have a funeral procession tomorrow.