This is my first fan-fic on here, so I'd really appreciate some constructive criticism and/or reviews. It's a Minecraft fan-fic; something I've never written before (I usually stick to either Avatar, Hetalia or Zelda-related things). Well, here goes the prologue! :u
"Silence!"
Immediately, the entire crowd quieted to a dead silence. Every eye drew towards the massive, shadowy figure seated at the head of the room. It's purplish-red eyes blazed with
an unexplained energy, and it's voice rang with a cold, feminine authority.
Suppressing a snort of annoyance, the monster continued in an aggravated tone, "Now, as I was attempting to say before you provoked me to tear each of your heads off.. I want you all to be working harder than you all have before. I grow impatient waiting for my empire to be completed, and do you understand what that means? That, my little helpers, means that The End, our home, cannot expand!" A reptilian snarl laced its way into the shadow-cloaked creature's speech. The palace floor shook with the intensity.
As the creature continued her rant, one of the dark figures assembled below the bellowing empress' throne shifted uncomfortably. Glancing about swiftly, he spotted all the near-identical troops surrounding him faced forward, their gazes unfazed, fixated brightly on their speaking queen. Are they okay with all this?
Wait. Why was he asking himself this? His noble and honourable queen was proposing only the greatest idea in the universe, and he was reasoning with whether he supported it or not? Sometimes I wonder if I'm really cut out for this kind of job..
Drawing his focus back to his leader, he heard he say in a rising voice,
"Our blood courses through our veins with the blackness of obsidian, and the cover of the moon! We are the inhabitants of The End, and together as one body, we will harvest and consume the lands of the Overworld, and exterminate those vermin that are called miners! We will thrive in every nook and cranny of every land that there is, and we will blot out that foul light forever! We shall reign! We shall kill! We shall shroud all in darkness!"
Feral snarls and shouts of approval erupted out of the gathered crowd, and the reptilian empress spread two immense, body membranes into the surrounding space, smoky-black aura hanging over her like a cloud. Throwing her head back, the world seemed to quake as a gut-wrenching roar blast out of her maw, followed by a jet of blue-purple flames. The air suddenly became hot, and the coal-coloured soldiers only cheered louder.
All chanted, except for one, lone figure, who stood perfectly still, a sick feeling leeching into his gut. This was going to be the death of all things pure; he was sure of it.
And he didn't like it.