I glance back at the Fort with an "evil" grin. Lucas is clever, and powerful, but I know he trusts me too much to be watching me like a hawk, especially on our grounds. The territory around the Fort is ours only, for the rulers of the Nether. The ghasts are one of the very few mobs allowed pass the boundary line, and even then they must keep their distance from the Fort. The ghasts and the wither skeleton guards won't let me pass the boundary into the rest of the Nether without hearing directly from my father that I can leave. Even in that situation, I can't go alone. Lucas knows I can't leave and I've already proven to him that I can be trusted, but that doesn't mean I don't like to try a few stunts once in a while.
After strapping the sword to my back, I whistle loudly and give in to an immediate sprint. I've been told before that with my genes, I can run faster than most mobs. Though my movements are agile, however, I still have not learned to teleport like the rulers of the Nether before my father's time. But Lucas has told me before that only the strongest and most powerful can obtain such an incredible ability, he himself isn't able to do it (however he can sprint amazingly fast).
I grin, moving closer and closer to the edge of one of the cliffs that gives in and drops into a large body of lava hundreds of feet down. I've done this before, but still my head pounds and I catch my breath as I take one quick step, another, until the final push off. I feel my body tilt forward horizontally as it did the last time, and I spread my arms, keeping my legs firmly together. Everything seems to grow slow, as if time itself has frozen in place and is now gradually trying to re-pace itself. The lava glows different varieties of red and yellow, beautifully sparking and dancing below me. As my body follows the law of gravity, falling towards the heat, I can feel the warmth already brushing past my face and clothing. I close my eyes, hoping this wasn't another one of my stupid ideas that would end terribly.
I force my hands in front of me and prepare for landing, fortunately feeling my palms and knees touch the softer surface of the massive, floating mob. My eyes blink open slowly and I smile, letting out a shaky breath of relief. I pat the ghast in appreciation and chuckle quietly, "Thanks, bud."
I wait a minute or two before crossing my legs and pulling out my sword. The glowstone and lava-falls' light reflects in the diamond blade, causing my reddish-cognac eyes to sparkle. This beauty is all mine. The words sing cheerfully in my head. Could this be a sign that Lucas will be training me professionally soon? I'd love to start learning the tricks and techniques to real battle. I can't wait till I get to fight for my people and home in battle, maybe even die in honor for the sake of the Nether, and maybe even the Overworld as well!
I sit and relax on top of the floating figure, exploring new spots on our grounds. However, a chill runs down my spine, as I can't help but get an eerie feeling that I won't be waiting too long for my first battle.