Hey guys. Well, I decided to upload again because I can. So here's the next chapter. I could've posted this chapter earlier, but I didn't feel motivated enough. The more support I get on this story, the more motivated I'm going to be to write and upload it. So I don't own stuff, and you know what I mean. I've said this in previous chapters, and have clarified this, so do I have to even put disclaimers anymore? Except for like, warnings? Ah well. Enjoy this chapter!
I stare at Chim for a long time, horrified. I close and open my eyes many times to make sure this isn't a dream. An emptiness fills my heart, much like the one that appeared when my mom died, except this time it was worse, because I killed him, not my father. If only I hadn't swung so blindly. If only I hit the head and knocked him out instead of killing him. Then I could have erased his memory, which I can only do successfully on unconscious people because I wasn't too keen on learning that skill. But no. He had to knock my sunglasses off. I had to swing forward like that.
The tears are still there, because why try to remove them? They're a part of my being now. A piece of me I'll hide from my friends for as long as I can. What else will I eventually hide? I'm currently hiding who I really am. I'm hiding my father's identity. I'm hiding my dreadful past. And now, I'm going to hide my crime. I'm going to hide Chim. I'm going to hide my regret and tears. And one day, the bomb will explode, and everyone will know everything, and then I'll be alone, because who wants to be friends with a murderer?
I now notice light is dwindling. Well, shoot. That's not good if I'm out of time. No time to mourn now. I focus, and will Chim's body to go into my enderchest, where no one can find it. Yeah, perverted, I know, but what choice do I have? Especially on such a risky mission. I can't afford to let anyone see his body because then they'll pray to Notch, and Notch would suspect something wrong is in the Aether. Also, when in history have murderers been sane enough to properly bury a body with good intentions?
My feet fly to the meet up area, for fear of being late, and I focus on my breathing as I run, making sure that I don't run at an abnormal speed that would give me away as a demigod, then I realize what I had just called myself: a demigod. A demigod. Before, I hadn't considered Herobrine a god. But now, I don't know anymore. I guess Herobrine can be considered a god. Or a former god. But Herobrine does play a role in Minecraft, so he should be considered a god. 'Focus, Jordan,' I scold myself. 'You're running too fast.
I see my friends just as the moon appears in the sky. A little later than dusk, but oh well. It'll have to do. But it sucks being the last one here. I run at the speed someone not of Herobrine's descent would sprint over to my friends. I fake breathing hard, for the sake of appearance. As soon as Ant sees me, he points me out to my other friends and they all sorta wave. You know, when you're looking for someone in a crowd, and they wave? Not that I have much experience with that, being raised in the Nether and all. I run up to them and we all sorta face each other.
"So, anything to report?" Ant asks.
"I don't have much. Just that Herobrine's tactic for concealing works," I respond. It would be a bad idea to mention Chim, I think.
"Same," Chim says. "Not much to report."
Ryan spouts information only useful to him that had little relevance to the mission. Ant and Cave aren't paying attention, but I'm listening because it's an excuse not to think about Chim. Ryan is now talking about the maximum speed he can run here compared to on the ground. He moves on to talk about air pressure changes, quickness in time, gravity, the possibility of angels possibly following us, dancing is easier in the Aether, wait, what? Angels following us?
"Angels are following us?!" Cave and Ant swerve around at my outburst, staring at Ryan for answers.
"Well, there's a ten percent chance angels that don't care have spotted us, a seventy percent chance some angels are alert to our presence including the ten percent, and a twenty percent chance an angel high in ranking knows of our presence," Ryan says. "That is, if my calculations are correct."
"Well, that's just wonderful." Ant sighs in frustration.
Ant paces back and forth in worry. I have to cover Ant with clouds as he walks, because I guess Ant is too worried to do it himself. I'm already concealed, so I don't have to cover myself at the same time, which is a relief. Ryan experiments with the clouds while Cave sleeps. I focus on covering Ant until he realizes he needs to cover himself. When he does, I slip into my own thoughts, which I shouldn't do. But what else is there to do?
Chim's death plays in my mind over and over again. I recall Chim's expression on his dead body. The look of shock must have been the expression he had when he saw my face or when my sword flew at him blindly. My memory of his crumpled body is too much for me to bare. I cover myself with clouds so even my friends can't see me, then the tears silently leak out. Aren't I trying to save the world? But why, if I'm the hero, am I killing an innocent person for no reason? I'm sure my father will be proud of me for killing someone, but that makes me feel worse. Am I really as evil as Herobrine, the one I've hated all my life?
My thoughts shift to Aurey. Of course, I never call her that out loud, but that's what my mind thinks of her as. Yeah, she's funny and attractive, but she's mortal. I'll outlive her. No matter what my feelings say, I can never have a serious relationship with someone. My heart will break when she dies if I allow myself to be with her. She also has never asked me out or dropped any hints that I have noticed, so I don't know if she loves me or not. So I keep my distance, for my own sake.
Suddenly, a herd of angels fly in on us, breaking my thoughts. Well, I think it's called a herd. I don't know the actual terminology, but whatever. They glare at us, but it doesn't seem real, as if the angels are going against what they think is right. But they must follow their leader, or else... What is the fate of an angel who rebels against Notch? Whatever it is, these angels obviously don't want that fate. But work is work, and it must be done. And that applies to everyone, including myself.
The leader of the pack approaches us. I think it is the leader, because he is the only one with a halo. "I'm afraid you will have to come with us. We are going to Notch. He will decide your fate."
(Time lapse)
The four of us face Notch as he looks at us. It's the first time I've ever known what Notch looks like. I haven't seen a picture or anything of the sort. I haven't even heard a description. I've only heard the name. Apparently, Notch was a bald dude with a black beard. That totally is a description of a protagonist. Well, to me, he's the antagonist, so the description fits. But anyway, Notch is staring blankly at us, like he's not sure what to do with us. Although if he knows what I did to Chim, he knows what he's going to do to me.
The march to Notch's palace seemed like a daze. I willingly walked over because I wanted to explore the palace and pinpoint its location. I paid attention to the surroundings as we walked, so I could retrace my footsteps. We finally entered a palace while an angel fetched Notch. Now, we are surrounded by angels and being confronted by a god. Escape will be hard, and there will be a battle(according to Ryan, it's a 99% chance). But I don't know if we will win or lose. Not even Ryan knows the chances. The odds against a god aren't great, especially in his own realm. Not to mention all the angels.
"What were the four of you doing in restricted parts of the Aether," Notch asks. "If I'm not satisfied with your answer, this will not be pretty."
Sprinklez: So yeah, that's the end of that chapter.
Buttersquid: OW! Well, I'm off to play LOL! Because LOL is the best game ever, my older brother and I hog the computer so our sister can't access it and upload chapters.
Sprinklez: I write all my chapters now on my kindle, so there might be stuff like (insert italics here) that I was too lazy to remove or I was rushed to upload so I didn't remove that. You saw that in the previous chapter, and I'm too lazy to go back and change that. But yeah, Buttersquid here is my evil twin. And he got burned last chapter. So remember, in order to make strength potions without Celestia getting mad at you, make weakness pots then put in that one ingredient to make strength. So, bye, and I hope the thing that happened last chapter doesn't happen in this one! And then it happens again. *Sighs*