Idyll

by Scribe191

A trek through loneliness. A journey through emptiness. A voyage across a desert of distress. But hope is the last thing to die in a man. And this man, a Pilot of his own destiny, has come a long way in his quest to find the ultimate paradise - Idyll.

4. Chapter 4

[A/N: For this chapter, I would like to try an experiment on setting an atmosphere and a vibe :) It'll only take a few minutes to set up!

On top of every chapter page, there is a bar with a bunch of "A's on it, a square made of a bunch of lines and a circle that is half white and half black.

First, click on the "A" that doesn't have a "+' or "-" sign on it. That will allow you to change your font and the background of the text. Set the font to Helvetica. (This is the suggested font that you read my stories in.)

Second, click on the square made of a bunch of lines. The bar will then expand to accommodate the new options of "Full", "3/4" and "1/2". Click on the "3/4" option.

Then, click on the circle to change the viewing option to "negative", where the words will turn white and the background will turn black.

Lastly, search youtube using the phrase "sad depressing piano music". Click on the first video which has a heart on it as its clipart. Read the chapter while listening to the music. (You only have to listen up to 1:12.)

Let me know what you think either via PM or review!

- Scribe191]

A Minecraft Fan-fiction;

Idyll

By Scribe191

The desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose.

- Isaiah 35:1

Utter darkness. An endless void stretching into eternity. There is no light. There is no warmth. There is nothing but emptiness and your profound regrets as you plummet into a bottomless chasm to nowhere. It is here that you are broken.

The Pilot does not care. Failed in his quest he has, a promise he swore by Terra himself to keep. His heart wrenches with despair. His soul moans forlornly. His spirit is crushed, his will smashed. As his eyes look up, he remembers the words of his long-deceased wife:

"Everyone breaks differently," she said.

"Some break into bits and pieces, with no willpower left to live. Others shatter into razor-edge shards, ready to fight with a vengeance. "

And he remembers how she had stroked his chin on that day, two lovers on a sun-soaked field. Flowers, waving to and fro in the cool breeze. The sun setting brilliantly as the pair watched their daughter play in the grass.

A single tears leaks from his eye and slowly streams down his cheek.

The Pilot thinks to himself that there is a third kind of person: one that had hoped to take revenge, but had been ground to dust beneath the heel of Defeat. He is that person.

It had been foolish, it seemed, for him to think that he could have accomplished anything.

And at last, his aching, groaning heart, is unable to support his great burden: his heavy remorse, his intense guilts, his deepest sorrows. With a resounding Crack!, his back arches as his heart snaps.

It was here, in the dark limbo of Death, that his very being was broken.