His words sunk in slowly. "The K-King?" I took a step forward. "You're the King?"
The old man nodded with a twisted smile. "And you- you are the miner that provided me with all of this." He choked out, easier than he should have. Herobrine's vice-like grip wasn't affecting the elder much at all.
I looked around the room in shock. Sure enough, I had mined nearly everything in this room. The amount of diamonds I sacrificed to this king was irreplaceable. Part of me wanted Herobrine to kill him.
"But everyone thinks you're dead. Why would you hide from your own kingdom?"
He looked at me as if I was stupid. As if I was missing something. "Do you know nothing child? The Wither is the most powerful being in the universe. If the kingdom were to find out about my involvement in the cult, I would lose my head. Do you think I want that to happen?"
I didn't react, but my thoughts were moving a mile a minute. I glanced at Herobrine, his skin was slowly disappearing in little flakes of ash. I ignored the king and asked Him if He knew what was wrong.
"What happened to you? Why is it all coming… off…?"
Without breaking his focus on the king he answered. "After the coffins, I don't know what happened. My head hurt and my arms itched. I felt like I was being bitten." His skeletal fingers tightened around the King's throat. "I scratched and started bleeding. Before I knew it, I was like this." He looked at me, his face filled with dread. "Is it getting worse?"
I nodded slowly. I saw him swallow as he faced the king again.
"What do I do with you?" he spoke with a psychotic tone of voice. "After all it was you're fault I'm like this. Where did those… snakes come from? HOW DID YOU GET THEM HERE?!" He yelled viciously at the elder. But the King didn't flinch. There wasn't even a blink. Herobrine was losing control and it was going to get messy, fast. I wanted to calm him down but I also wanted answers. He king looked extremely amused with the anger rising in Herobrine. He seemed to want it to get worse.
"Why should I tell you, Demon? It's not as though you can stop them now. Once the true King has risen all will be right with the world. He will rule with an iron fist and I will stand by his side."
Herobrine remained silent and deep in thought. The King and He were staring at each other with venomous glares. Finally, the silence was broke.
"Not if my dragon has anything to say about."
The king was dumbfounded. His face fell into frown and he looked at the God with furrowed brows. I tried to hold back a laugh but it escaped, causing Herobrine to chuckle lightly.
"D-dragons only exist in fairytales." He stated. Earning a smirk from me and my double.
"Is that so?" Herobrine pulled the king off the wall and threw him to the ground. I put a foot on his chest ad pinned him to the ground. Strangely, I could see why Herobrine enjoyed doing this to people. "Last time I checked, I only existed in fairytales too. But we all know how that turned out." Herobrine put his arms behind his back and watched the king from above, who was looking a bit on edge.
"A dragon is no match for the Wither! Nothing ever will be!" The King announced with confidence. Regaining his composure quickly. Somewhat convinced that the dragon existed, despite the lack of evidence.
Curiously, I asked, "Don't you want Him to prove the dragon is real?" The King's eyes shifted to me and studied me for a moment.
"You two really look alike you know. Has anyone ever told you that?"
I shifted my boot to his throat and applied some pressure. "I asked a question."
The King gasped slightly before shaking his head. "There is no need, boy. I'm quite alright hearing it from a God." He sounded nervous again. Maybe the dragon could destroy the wither… if it came to that.
"But you said that the dragon wouldn't be a match for your 'King'. So why say no? It can't be very dangerous."
The King was silent and broke eye contacting, looking around the room nervously. Herobrine spoke from behind me, "You know you're pretty good at this." I turned to him, confused. "I'm just saying that you seem to be doing well at the whole… 'Violently interrogate' thing. From my point of view anyway."
"Thanks." I smiled weakly, not knowing how to respond, before focusing on the King again. When I looked back down at the old man, he had an arm outstretched to his side. I followed it and saw a sharp, diamond sword. In an instant, he swung at me and slit my cheek. I felt like I'd be stung and stumbled backwards from the shock. I placed pressure on the wound and pulled my hand away, it was dripping with blood. I heard the King grunt as he swung again. Barely missing my shoulder. I took a few steps backward and raised my own sword, which clashed with his heavily. The swords sung as I pulled back and raised to defend again. The King had strength in him. Strength that was matching mine exceptionally. From behind, Herobrine was trying to summon fire into his hands, but nothing came of it. He was creating clouds of useless smoke, which drifted up to the low ceiling. I saw him mutter something, but I couldn't hear a word of it over the swords.
The king continued his onslaught and my arms grew tired fighting against him. Herobrine still couldn't get the fire he was so used to having at his disposal. So he lunged at the king instead. He put him in a headlock and kicked the back of knees, putting him on the ground. "Take care of that totem."
Without a second thought I ran for the totem. I could hear the souls sand cry as I got nearer. I always hated soul sand. I tried to ignore the moans and squeals of the trapped spirits as I approached. But just before I reached the statue, I heard an echoing SNAP and a blood curdling scream. I spun around at the horrific cry. Herobrine was on the floor, his right arm in two. The bone had been broken and the King wrecked his remaining arm with little effort at all.
SNAP.
Oh no! Poor Herobrine! It looks like Steve is on his own...
T(his will sound mean) If you're sad. Good. If you're angry. Good. If you just want more... Well then. TIME FOR THE ANNOUNCEMENT.
There will be a SEQUEL.
That's right. A sequel. This story is short and I know that. But its because this story is a prologue to a bigger story I thought up months ago. So maybe I haven't written said story yet. But it will happen. I have ideas flying left right and centre with this.
I'm sorry to say that the Old King will be complete in... maybe a chapter or two.
Anyhow, I hope you all enjoyed. Ta ta, Readers.
-L