I AM NOTZ DEAD, and I gotz wifi! Sorry if this is super late, I had a hard time finding places with wifi. But still, YAY, 4th OF JULY! Here's the chapter, you guys are probably tired of my blabbing :)
CeCe observed the clearing, her eye softly glowing. She stepped over a puddle of something much worse than quicksand, whirling around as Luna tripped on a vine, almost falling into it. A thick rope of blue and gold magic wrapped around her waist just before she fell in. She turned her gaze to Daphne, who held an ornate staff with a violet jewel at the top. A magic crystal?
The sorceress paled, and mumbled, "It's a good luck charm," plastering a fake smile onto her face. She was hiding something...
But what?
...
Misty still had trouble walking, but could now more or less walk without falling. She still stumbled a lot, though. Ashlynn couldn't blame her, this was probably the squid hybrid's first time on land.
"You okay?" She asked.
"Yeah," Misty replied."First time on land."
...
"C'mon," Luna said, starting up a tree. "It's getting dark out. We better find shelter before the zombies and skeletons come out."
"Fine by me," Daphne said, grabbing an ender pearl out of her backpack and tossing it up onto a branch, disappearing as it hit in a shower of purple sparks. She yawned, stretching and grabbing some vines from the tree, expertly weaving them into a hammock. She tied the ends to a couple of branches.
"I think I have some unlit torches and some flint 'n' steel in her somewhere," CeCe said, pulling the said items out of her backpack. She lit the torches one by one, placing them in spots where the tree wouldn't burn down. She stretched and climbed a branch, immediately falling asleep so she resembled a sheet hanging off the branch.
Luna had some trouble falling asleep on the hard, rough bark of the jungle tree. She had a feeling of eyes watching her that wouldn't do away. She warily looked around, hand settling on the hilt of her iron sword.
Suddenly, she whirled around to see startling violet eyes staring back at her.
An Enderman.
Luna despised endermen.
She rubbed the scar running across her chest, the one swing of an enderman's claws that had barely missed her heart, that one swipe had almost killed her. It seemed to burn in the enderman's presence, as if it had only been made yesterday.
...
Daphnes vision faded as her eyelids became heavy, sleep finally pulling her into its depths.
but she did not dream.
She simply relived an old memory.
The sounds of the witch hut flooded Daphne's ears, slighly echoing as if it were a cave.
The door to the library was wide, wide open. The five-year-old magician's eyes widened, and she clutched her pillow like it was a life preserver (or perhaps a weapon, of the witches caught her) as she softly stepped over to the door, bare feet silent on the usually creaky wooden floor. She finally reached the door, sneaking inside.
Her eyes widened as they scanned the massive library, eyeing the forty-block high ceiling and the ornately decorated spruce wood floor. There was a large staff with a violet gem at the top resting in a corner.
"Young lady, what do you think you're doing?" Said a voice behind her. Uh-oh.
Daphne smiled, diamond-blue eyes bright with innocence, and said, "I-I g-got lwost. I-I only gwot here Yestwaday."
"Oh, okay," the witch said. "I'm sorry for yelling. Just, don't go back in there, okay?" The witch's speech was barely understandable, and she had an unknown accent.
"Okay."
"I'll let you go back in when you're older, but just not right now. There are dangerous things in there, and I don't want my little apprentice to get hurt."
"Fwiiinnnne..." The five-year-old said, rolling her eyes.
(Ten years later...)
Daphne swung around a corner, saying something in wiccian language.
"Zi Rahuteh tahn, rah?" she said. The magician was fluent in the language now, after ten years of living with the witches.
(translation: I'm going out, okay?)
"Rah" the witch said.
(translation: Okay.)
Daphne opened the door, adjusting her black bow tie, smoothing her fitted tuxedo absentmindedly with one hand. The magician's blue eyes looked over the terrain widening as she spotted a horse. Yes...
She could ride the horse to the store. It looked like that saddle she had stuffed in her backpack would come in handy after all. She smirked, slowly letting it turn into a smile. And she had told herself that the saddle would be useless! The well-dressed magician started slowly towards the horse, which instantly tried to kick her in the face. She leaned back, grateful that the witches liked to play limbo.
"Well, aren't you a feisty one," she said, smiling, and carefully reaching up and placing a gentle hand on the horse's nose. It snorted and reared back, kicking up its ankles, hooves whipping through the air where the magician had been a second before.
Daphne fell from a tree, landing squarely on the horses back, which she placed the saddle on a half second before she landed. Immediately, the horse calmed down, riding her off into town to get some things for the witch hut.
The magician tied the horse's reigns to a nearby fence post. She smiled at it, grateful, and raced off towards the marketplace.
...
"Two spider eyes, one Blaze rod, and four ender pearls, please," Daphne said.
The person behind the counter said, "Do you know how hard those are to find? I'm afraid it will be quite pricey, but if you have enough emeralds..."
Daphne reached into her backpack for some of the green gemstones, but her hand grasped nothing but empty air and a minecart. What was that thing doing in there?
Sighing, the magician stuffed her hand in the pocket of her jacket, grasping...
one emerald.
But that was okay. The witches had taught her a simple replicating spell, all she needed was one.
She muttered the spell under her breath, watching as the single emerald glowed softly in her pocket.
Finally, she pulled out twenty emeralds, all identical and perfectly shaped.
"And how pricey is that, exactly?" She asked, smirking as the man's eyes widened at the shimmering gems.
The man replied ,"Exactly ten emeralds, if you please."
The magician handed over the green gems, then holding out her hand. The man stared at her hand, probably confused. Sometimes her magic had that effect on people.
"I gave you the emeralds for a reason. Now pay up your end of the bargain, and I'll be out of here," she said bluntly, face blank of any emotion, her diamond-blue eyes less like fire and more like stone. Cold, hard, stone.
The man rushed toward the back of his stand, probably where the materials were. He soon rushed back, handing the magician a bag with the things.
Daphne smiled and thanked the man, turning and sighing in relief.
...
Cupa stared at her friend. Emma probably just had amnesia, which usually didn't last very long. Her memory would probably return in less than a day...
Right?
But...
What if she didn't?
What if Emma didn't get her memory back?
The Enderdragon hybrid snored loudly, sleeping calmly on a nearby branch, her black and purple wings hanging off.
What if?
Cupa tossed and turned, everything she thought up to get her mind off the subject eventually taking a wrong turn and ending up back where she started.
What if?
...
So... Yeah. I'm not going to say what happened to Herobrine for a few more chapters, however long that may be. A plot is starting to form in my head, so this story will be a bit more organized from now on. I hope.
Bye, mini Herobrines!
Peace, Cupcakes, And Fanfiction,
Mayanmoustache (::)
