I woke up in a fright, my pet puppy Pedro staring at me with wide eyes. He was a gift for my seventeenth birthday. He wasn't really a puppy but i like to think of him like that. I went to sleep again and couldn't remember my dream after the redheaded nightmare. I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock. I dressed and walked out to the busy street. I smiled at Mille and went off to the libary tower to tell Mr Swatches about my dream. "Well! hows my little Clemantine hmmmm? What can i do for you today?" I smiled as he put a marker in his book and took off his reading glasses to focus on me.
I told him about my nightmare, as i got into more detail Mr Swatches's expression turned from soft to concerned, to knowing. When i finished, he got up and selected a book that for some reason was quite dusty. He opened it to two pages, one with the ledgendary demon Herobrine, the other...was the one from my dream. Mr Swatches got up and i read:
Name: Vicristo.
Info: Brother of Herobrine and Notch.
Reading this gave me a sense of realization. A plate of Pumkin Pie was handed to me and i read some more:
The brother of Herobrine and Notch, an evil spirit who lives in dream scape's and can destroy your sanity. If you have him in your dreams and you do not succeed in running away or defeating him, he will come after you and destroy your sanity by making you think you've decintrigated into pixles. The worst death...
My eyes widened and a crumb of pie fell out my mouth. "I know, he teams up with Herobrine and every 100 years...they begin a war. The great creeper attack of 1558 was an aftermath. You may be in danger my dear..." Mr Swatches said with a sorrowful tone. I got up and thanked him for his help. I thought about my dream and wondered if it ment anything about the upcoming survival contest. I thought for a second and decided to go to the training arena so i could prepare for my dreams, and my birthday.
"Hiya! take that stupid...spider...jocky!" i panted between words as i fought a dummy in the training arena. As i slashed at the spider jocky dummy i realised, i should go to my brother Mike Theevil for help. He hadn't gone into the survival but he served as a great protection in the war against the Dark Israphalions. The Israphalions were a cult who worshipped Israphel and vowed to avenge his death by going against Kazmodan. We were allies and we helped against the war. Mike was given a medal and awarded knightship for his bravery.
"Hello brother! can you teach me how to yeild a blade as well as you?...good notch i'm so tired can you go easy?" I was still panting from the excersises earlier in the day, i didn't want to stop because i knew i needed as much training as possable. "Hey Clem! hows me lil' sis? Ok i'll help you, but don't tell dad because i promised him i would let you do it your self" Mike turned around and faced me with a soft smile. "Okay sure! lets get to work!" I lifted up my wooden practice sword and began practice. We chatted as we fought, him swurving as i swiped at his head and me jumping as he tried to slash my legs. "Wow your pretty good lil' sis! Maybe you could join me in combat one day" I swizzled round and took a shot to his arm and he pretended to have his arm chopped off.
As we walked down the street to the house, Mike bought some potatoes and offered to make me and dad dinner. I smelt the fresh cakes and bread, the sweet smell of pork wafted to my nose and i drooled, thinking of that dinner. My thoughts drifted the the mysteriouse man in my dream, i wandered if he would appear again and decided to sleep with my blade. Mike looked at me and he said. "Hey chicken, what you thinkin' so hard about? my surprise maybe?" My head shot up and my earlier thoughts disappeared. "What surprise! what surprise! what SURPRISE!" i was jumping up and down like a little girl again but Mike wouldn't, to my annoyance, give away his secret.
When we got home the surprise had been reveled, my best best BEST friend from high school was standing there, with a smile on her face. Her name was Baked Alaska27, we were best friends but she moved when the Israphalions attacked and i had been keeping in touch by letter and i had hoped i could see her again and i did! Her smile had subsided to a tear rolling down her cheek. "Alaska! whats wrong?" I rushed to her side to comfort her and ask about her crying. "Okay...a phew months ago my town let a tradesman into the market, they were a spy for the Israphalions...when they found out that our warriers were getting stronger they...planned an attack! The spy got sent wepons and armour and...he took out some people in the markit before he was captured...The people he killed included...included...my parents!...i was kept in care but i knew of one place they could not find me...here..." My look of worry worsened and i hugged her tight, Mike looked sad and said. "We thought since your such good friends we would adopt her, she'll be entering the tournament too.
After i cheered her up, we went and set up our room. "So! i think you'll do well in the tournament, i'll try not to kill you by accedent!" I patted her shoulder and she looked like she had thought up a plan. "I've got a good idea! We'll team up because there are no rules against that and if it leaves us both with the mob loot, one of us will give the other the loot so they have enough to be inline to the throne. Then! when the other gets their land, the one inline to the throne will give them more! Hows about it!?" I thought about this and agreed that it was a valid plan. We finished setting up and got into bed, i held my sword in my hands and awaited Vicristo.
