When the children awoke the next morning, Notch had already Created breakfast for them. As they ate, He continued to tell them how and why, their parents had to die.
Max awoke in darkness, as she had been doing the last few weeks. Ender would come in soon, take one or two drops of blood, then leave. Max would sing to fill the empty blackness when Ender was not there, just to make sure she still could, to make sure she was still alive. Her arms had numbed from being above her head so long, and could no longer feel the pain of chains digging into her wrists. But the memory of pain was still fresh in her mind. Whenever Ender stole her blood, she could feel every ache, every little bruise. Even her blood, traveling through her vains, hurt.
Max cycled through a list of songs in her head, she chose one she hoped would light up the darkness in some way.
"Twinkle twinkle, little star-"
The children jumped when they heard Max, it was as though her voice had traveled through time to reach them.
That was all Max could remember. She tried to think of a different song, one she knew the words to, but there were none. So she continued, like a broken music disc.
"Twinkle twinkle, little star. Twinkle twinkle little star."
Max felt a click in her brain, as if something immportant had shifted into place. She blinked, she could actually see stars in the blackness. Well, less see, more Hear. She could hear the stars twinkling, the sound formed a picture in her mind.
"Twinkle twinkle, little star. Twinkle twinkle, little star."
Max was too entranced by the stars to notice her voice was Shivering.
"Twinkle twinkle, little star."
The sound of the stars grew louder, louder then her voice, until she couldn't hear herself think.
Soon, it wasn't only the stars she was hearing, it was everything. The Noise spoke to her. Bad things are coming. It said. The Scales shall be tipped, you shall tip them back. If not, All is lost. Prepare, Akroatiś. Prepare for loss. Prepare for death. Prepare for pain. Prepare.
What? Max asked this without speaking.
The End is coming.
The door to Max 'room' opened, and the Noise disapeared. The Enderman who brought her food, shuffled in. Max squinted at the light.
"I don't know if you understand me, but everyone is saying you're an Akroatiś, so you might. But we need to get you out of here before She comes. She's almost unstoppable at this point, but security is lower. We need to move now." He warbled at her, and unlocked her chains, reaching them easily with his height.
Max fell to the ground, her legs unused to holding her weight once again. She gently rubbed her wrists as she stood on wobbly feet.
The Enderman, seeing Max would not be able to walk, gingerly picked her up, as though she would burst into a million pieces. He held her close. "Hold on tight. And try not to barf on me, please."
She felt him start to vibrate, before she could ask what he was doing, they were somewhere else, and she felt like puking. Then they teleported again, and again, and again, until Max lost count. Near the end, she heard him gargle and she fell to the ground. Max waited for the world to stop spinning before she attempted to stand. She only managed to her knees.
"What the Nether was that?!" She yelled.
"Travel of t-the Eye." The Enderman wheezed. He was hunched up on all fours, trying to recatch his breath. Once he stood, Max could see how exhausted he was.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" He screeched, his back arched.
"What's wrong?!" Max frantically asked.
"The Separation." He choked out. "It hurts. It hurts." He collapsed.
That night, Max stared at the fire she had made, and picked at the scar Ender had given her. Why had the Enderman rescued her? Yeah, she was grateful, but weren't Endermen Ender's henchmen or somthing? Max frowned at her sleeping saviour. Had he gone rouge? If he had, why save her? She was sure Ender had other prisoners, surely in more dire situations then she had been. The Enderman had called her an Akroatiś, so had the Noise. What was that all about, anyway? She tried to remember what she had been singing.
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star."
Max knew the words, but not the tone. She sighed in frustation, and started to sing a song her mother had taught her when she was young.
"In the woods, the forest grows.
Protecting those, whom call it home.
The hunters come, to slay them all.
And one by one, the trees shall fall.
The forest cries, in great despair,
Wishing it's fellows, were still there.
Then saplings grow, and the forest knows,
All shall be well."
Max could hear something growing around her, she looked up from the fire, still singing. Her breath caught. The plains had turned into a forest, well, half a forest. She stared at the trees, she couldn't have caused this, right? She hesitatingly continued to sing. She watched in amazement as life exploded around her.
"The Nether?" Max whispered, unwilling to break the beautiful silence, yet too shocked to not exclaim something. She looked over at the sleeping Enderman, maybe she could help him.
"Enderman, Enderman, don't be in pain.
Or else, your efforts, shall be in vain
Enderman, Enderman, tear away now,
From the control, of that Goddess-like cow."
Max sang this, until the Enderman stood up.
"Thank you, Lord Akroatiś. You saved me from eternal torment. We best be off, I do not wish to try the Two's patience."
"No! I want to know what the chicken hearted Nether is going o-" Max didn't get to finish her sentance before the Enderman whisked them away once more.
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