A Minecraft Fan-fiction;
Idyll
By Scribe191
The desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose.
- Isaiah 35:1
Sol burns in the cloudless sky above, a furious Mistress of blue fire and blinding light. Her terrible aura bears down hard upon the desert below, leaving it parched and thirsting for water. The hardy cactus struggles to survive, withering beneath the blistering burden the Mistress has placed upon it. Even the air is afraid, shimmering in terror of her blazing rage. Except for the frightened whisper of the wind, this tableau of dry, searing anger broods in silence.
Breaking that quiet is a hissing sound, growing louder and louder with each passing second. Without warning, a skiff breaks free of a dune and hurtles through the air, its sail flapping. It lands with a jarring thud and its sail tighten once more to catch the wind, bearing it a step closer towards its destination. The wind seeks to push it off course and dash it upon the craggy rocks that dot the landscape. Only the pilot's skill prevents him from meeting that gristly fate.
Another gust of wind threatens to push the skiff off track and the pilot tugs hard at the rope that controls the sail's direction, correcting its course. He wears thick gloves, better to protect him from burns, caused both by the Sun and the rope. A cloak is draped across his body, covering the whole of his torso. Baggy sleeves and trousers cover his limbs, trapping his perspiration in and mitigating his body's loss of water. A hood shelters his head, casting his face into shadows. His eyes constantly scan the horizon, looking out for any potential threats.
He tugs the rope and the skiff turns to the left, skirting a light grey rock. He pays no heed to it. His mind is elsewhere and his eyes fixed ahead. Hence, he does not notice when the rock twitches and unfurls, revealing six long hairy legs that terminates into deadly claws, extending out from the center of a long, slender abdomen.
The desert spider rolls to its side and stands, raised four meters above the sizzling sand. Its shorter pair of forelegs twitch, eager to embrace potential prey. Its venomous fangs flex, ready to inject their lethal payload. Its milky eyes stare hungrily at the skiff. Its maw opens, revealing rows of wicked teeth dripping with saliva. It twitches, and a special gland opens, releasing pheromones into the wind, sending a chemical signal to the rest of its pack.
The hunt has begun.
[A/N: Here it is guys - the first chapter of a brand new series! I hope you guys enjoyed it.
If you guys would like to make any comments, by all means do so in the review section. If it's something personal, feel free to PM me.
Take Care!
- Scribe191]