Just a small one-shot about Minecraft. Enjoy.

Trat stood next to Lart triumphantly, raising his sword in the air.

Lart sighed. "Oh stop it you buffoon. What makes you think there might only be one?" Trat ignored the comment but sheathed his sword.

Trat continued over to the limp body of the dragon. "Do you think it was defending those treasures?" He asked, poking it with his sword. Lart nodded, then turned around to enter the next room. He pulled out a silver key and planted it into the door's keyhole. Trat then pulled out his golden key and put it in the other keyhole. Trat turned to his brother Lart.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

Trat jumped into the pile of gold, filled with diamonds and emeralds and iron ingots. Lart laughed, standing inside the doorway, watching Trat enjoy himself.

"Oh come on, we need to take the most valuable pieces there are." Lart complained, stopping Trat's fun.

Trat stopped playing in the treasure and stood up, giving his brother an angry glance. "We?" Trat questioned, his voice full of rage. "I killed the beast myself, while you sat there and watched! This is my treasure."

Lart, full of confusion, gave Tart a puzzled look. "What do you mean? That dragon nearly sliced you arm of with it's claws, but I stopped it! You can't be serious!"

Trat drew his sword. "Oh, I am serious." He looked back to the gold, almost as if he wanted to be reassured it was there, then turned back to Lart. "This is mine! Don't touch it!" He yelled, his voice sounding somewhat distorted.

Lart drew his sword quickly, but knew that Trat was the better swordsman. "It's mine too!" He yelled, suddenly ducking under Trat's blade. He stood back up then tried to stab Trat's good arm, only to disable him. Trat quickly dodged then slashed into Lart's arm, making a large gash in his right arm.

He stifled a scream, then continued the fight, holding his right arm. Before Lart could rise again, Trat swept his legs and Lart lost his balance, falling on his back and dropping his sword.

Trat pointed his sword at Lart's abdomen. "You will be defeated on this day, and I will the the treasure that is rightfully mine!" He roared. Trat lifted his sword up, but suddenly stopped. Lart had stabbed his sword into Trat's chest. Trat gasped, looking down at the sword in his chest. Lart pulled it out then watched as Trat fell on his stomach.

Lart lifted himself up with his good hand, then sheathed his sword.

"Are you proud? You are my champion."

Lart turned in alarm, but there was not a soul in sight. Then the doors of the treasure room suddenly slammed shut, unable to be opened. Regardless, Lart ran to the doors and tried to force them open, but it was in vain.

"Who are you?! What do you want?" Lart screamed, terrified for his life.

The voice chuckled. "I simply want you." Lart turned to see a shadowy apparition smiling, it's white eyes glowing. "I wish to own you and your being."

Lart shook his head in anger, then looked down to his blood covered shoes. "Why do you want me? Why not someone else?" He questioned.

The shadow nodded, understanding his question. "Because you have the skills of a good warrior, and you are someone who can get through the roughest of the situations. Your brother, well, he didn't exactly fit the requirements. He is, or should I say was, too greedy. So I used my gold to curse him. I wanted to test you, to see if you are a worthy subject. it seems you are." The shadow laughed.

"What can you give me?" Lart asked, considering the action. The shadow held his side in laughter.

"Oh you mortals, always wanting something in return. I can give you immortality, but only if you work for me." The shadow promised. Lart looked toward his brother's limp body and sighed.

"My family doesn't deserve the strength I hold. You offer me Immortality, eh?" He paused, thinking it over."Okay, I'll do it."He said. The shadow laughed, then the torches in the room suddenly unlit. Lart looked back and forth in alarm.

"Thank you, mortal, for giving me permission to use you! You will do my bidding from now on!" Lart felt a sudden sharp pain in his back and rise in his spine.

Lart screamed in agony. "What are you doing to me?!" He roared in anger, confusion, and fear.

"Oh my dear champion, I am doing what you allowed me to do! I own you, so I may use you at my own will!" Lart heard the voice of the shadow yell in happiness. Lart fell on his stomach right next to Trat's limp body. He stared into Trat's empty eyes before feeling completely consumed.

"Thank you, for stupidly falling into my trap. Your world will now fall."