Chapter Four: And It's A Lonely World
Out from behind the leaves, two noses poked out, then two snouts, then two heads; followed by necks and faded collars, and bodies and tails. Stampy let out a gasp. "Gregory Jr! Fluffy!" Then came the embracing time. Two of the initial ten in the wolf pack survived. 20%! The reason was because they didn't live in the Doghouse, or they would've joined Mission Impossible and there would've been zero wolves left!
"Wolves?" Isa commented. "Even now, only the most elite of Oaken Valley has any, and they hardly have more than one." I suppose that may explain why the heck HTT thought that wolves were a symbol of strength and power. Then again, the SLW doesn't have that many residents, and they might not live there permanently, or their home is elsewhere and they're just visiting. To be perfectly honest, hardly half a dozen people have taken the world as their permanent residence, and around half of them were dead (not in canon – no Minecraft Helpers were harmed in the writing of this trilogy).
The two wolves did not look like they just had the time of their lives. Instead of sleek, platinum-grey fur, the two had longer coats smeared with soot, ash and dirt. Their dark eyes looked even more shadowed than they had been before. Though they were not the duo's main targets (in canon), they had been through their fair share of battles before the takeover of horror, or as it should be officially known, the TargetDash Takeover.
"I suppose after the happy reunion, we should get going?" Petra suggested. So onwards they went, further into the depths of the lonely World.
The world was still in its devastating state of disarray. There were even more blown up and/or burnt down buildings and even mini-games all around. The many dog graves lying around all over the place looked like a zombie had died on each of them…each. Except for Lucky's, whose seemed like a small victory shrine in the whole hellish version of a city that was the larger version of the victory shrine. Typical.
Of course, there were literally more mobs causing more destruction. Charged creepers. Blazes. Both varieties of spiders. Plus everything else just milling around like the poor souls in the Fields of Asphodel. Until the thirteen came wandering by, to the nether fortress clearly in the wrong dimension.
The two 'local' wolves raced forwards first, clawing and biting away mobs with a strange gleam in their eyes. Blades slashed, flames burnt, arrows pierced, but for some reason, the mobs just kept coming! Where were the f**king spawners, dammit!
Around an hour later, they had finally arrived at the enemies' base. Redstone block archways lined the path up to the fortress, the redstone torches still burning like they were before. The castle itself was much more…grand, or monstrous (depends on whoever). It was still mostly nether-brick, but the duo had certainly made more adaptations in the years when they ruled supreme. Lining the walls were burning magma blocks instead of netherrack, nether wart blocks, red nether-brick turrets, lava-falls by the dozen and perhaps a few blocks of what seemed to be obsidian. As some form of decoration, they made these variations of sea lanterns called Blaze Lanterns (from the Quark mod, crafted with blaze rods and blaze powder), plus a bunch of stuff from Quark. Which one of the duo's the mod-ifier?
Yet most notably, there were guards. Hundreds and hundreds of guards, consisting of spiders, cave spiders, their naturally spawning jockey variations, their naturally spawning jockey variations with armour (be it enchanted or not), blazes, wither skeletons, skeletons and wither skeletons riding ghasts, witches, zombies with armour, and many more. At the front of the horde were a dozen wolves.
"Huh. Guess he did get the dog army that he wanted." This pack was even bigger than the original SLW wolf pack! The moon was hardly even moving across the night sky. As a matter of fact, come to think about it, it looked a bit like the moon back when Romeo put Firmitudas under eternal darkness – like a glitch…or just lag. Sheer, cursed, frustrating delayed reaction because there was just too much stuff in the world. The main source? Probably the huge army in front of them, since most of the structures were ploughed to the ground, to ashes and rubble.
There were even two horses, in the middle of the crowd. Both were equipped with special armour, one of iron and one of gold. "Why, hello, visitors," drawled a fairly deep voice from the guy riding the iron-armoured horse, "and welcome to my kingdom – wait, YOUR STILL ALIVE?!"
A/N: It's "you're", sh*t-face. And yes, they're back. The Terrible Two are back. It is your choice to guess what is gonna happen in the next chapter. I'll tell you that there are shocking revelations and minor Petra and Radar bashing (they're still good, just more of anti-heroes) in the next couple of chapters.
Mod-ifier is my own term that means mods expert.
Oh, and one more thing: AutoCorrect's a mother-f**king b***h! There are just SO MANY red and blue underlines (I use Microsoft Word to type this) and it just DOESN'T accept informal language (like always insisting to replace 'let's' with 'let us') and long descriptions! Along with ZERO care for non-standard names (Lluna is just one example), British spellings (like colour and armour), etc.
Anyway, until next chapter, fuel my enthusiasm and don't forget to R&R!