Chapter Two: There's No Escaping Tragedy

It had been around a year since the war begun. Things had changed.

To be technical, it wasn't even a war. More like a jumble of spying missions, resource gathering, guerrilla attacks and redstone traps.

At first, they thought it was the wolves that was the strength. That wasn't the case – it was the friends. Friends with talent in technics, combat, etc. And since the…boss of the world was gone for the evening, they struck, and they struck hard.

They…dealt with them. The…guard friends. And it didn't take long for an elaborate, complex yet cunning (in a bad way) plan to formulate in their black minds. It would just need a way to arrange a distraction. And they had just that – having a spider spawner dungeon right underneath their base had its perks, other than keeping intruders out.

No, they wouldn't harm the wolf pack. Without their pack leader(s), they would surely be lost and pose no threat to their regime.

A misunderstanding gone too far,

Leading to hearts as black as tar.

With blood and pain, darkness takes over,

To defeat, worlds must cross-over.

-the Authoress' poetic summary-prophecy of the abandoned FVW Series

It was working. The spider guards were indeed the perfect distraction – using a golden sword meant easy prey…and she had sent out the undead guards to…retrieve their target, before retiring to her personal lab to make even more potions and test more redstone creations.

Of course, they did not take into the account that he had a pretty powerful bow that they wanted, but meh, they could enchant their own overpowered bow. He was definitely out of arrows, the spies noticed, so he supposed he could keep the bow. Even though he really wanted it.

"Where are my friends?"

"Oh, your friends…they're chillin' in the Aether right now." Smirk.

"Oh-k – WAIT, WHAT?!"

"Get down there."

The effect was…shockingly hilarious. "No, you can't bully me into obeying you! NO. WAY."

"Really? Then your precious dog will pay the price…" He pointed his bow and arrow at a wolf sitting on a one-block floating platform, who looked distinctly uncomfortable and…as though he had disappointed his owner…fantastic.

Beneath the tiny floating platform was a deep pit. At the bottom of pit was lava. Glowing orange, fiery and molten lava, where anything would be destroyed if it were thrown into a portion of it in any size, be it the huge sea in the Nether or just a one-block hole. And I doubt that the wolf would get fed fire-resistance potion before getting thrown in.

"WHAT? Barnaby…don't you do anything to him…don't you dare!"

"One shot, roast wolf. Now get down there."

Less than an hour later, HitTheTarget and Veeva Dash claimed victory to the war. "After all," he said, looking down at his barely alive and very much defeated and defenseless enemy, before leaving the chamber of nether brick variants, obsidian and lava, "there's no escaping tragedy."

A/N: Wow…I broke my own heart writing this! Guess the inspiration for this chapter (SLW situations only), tell autocorrect to burn in hell for all I care (I typed this on a Word document…think of the many words, names and British spellings appearing on the screen with the red underlining, plus my style and the song lyrics causing blue underlining…)and don't forget to R&R! And note that HTT and VD are not my OCs. The unfortunate YouTuber featured in this chapter can deal with those two a$$holes…I'm sorry.

The bow was a Christmas present from the rest of the YouTubers, enchanted with several very good enchantments, and I'm pretty sure that it's a modded bow.