Chapter 3

Wincart woke up wet from tears again, his coal black sticking to his face and neck, and his shadowy grey eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep.

He had another nightmare of never being able to get his scythe because father excluded him from the family, and had left him in the desert to die.

Although he knew it was just a dream, inside him he knew he was still just an outcast, a dicrace to the family...a nobody.

One year had slowly passed since he found the scroll, and he still kept it a secret, out of fear his plans might be ruined. Yet he couldnt figure out why his spells werent working, he had tried everything he knew he had everything, he got out of bed to comb his hair, and splashed water in his eyes so he didnt look like he had just been run over by a train.

He Scanned the scroll one last time, and realised he was missing an ingredient, he couldnt tell what it was. he kept straining his eyes to see what it read, and still could not read the darn thing, Wincart nearly gave up until he realised small red caligraphy under the parchment, using his spells, he put the black enscription, on a seperate sheet of paper so he could read the red scibble.

After the careful process, the red words were entirley readable.

and he was shocked, he wanted to be noticed, but he didnt want to go far, he began to sob once more.

Of course he had to, there wasnt another way...was there?

but did he really have to..kill him?

Wait, he would need a scythe to perform the kill, so he didnt get defeated himself, and learn another spell... this was going to take a while, and once it..happens, im going to need a place to live, im not going to be here for long after that anyway.

Wincart began to panic, i cant use my own Scythe, it might be destroyed, i need someone elses, who has a- Failboat..

He was going to steal Failboats Scythe, and kill him,run away to a new dimension, and kill failboat when hes at his weakest,

He stopped sobbing,wait a minute, i cant kill my brother, hes too strong, i need to take away what he loves the most, that will make sure he-

His expression deepened, and his most twisted thoughts because barable, thoughts of torture and punishment.

Wincart would no longer be left in the dark, all his dreams became suddenly visible, the Throne, to be king of Minecraft, to be the most powerful person in the world!

all he needed was to wait, three more days.