The deceiving child was the last one would resource to, she was a liar, she was a griefer, she was everything bad. And yet, the faint whispers of the Silent Child were to her too. The small voice trying to warn about something bad echoed everywhere while the creature let himself fall down The Void to meet with master Herobrine at his respawn point. The Silent child was prone to do that when bg things happened, he was probably the one with the most respawns out of the Children with exception of The Tainted Child.
Still, The Deceiving Child was agitated by this. Of course someone had been sent to gather information about the only Void Child that couldn't be found by the other ones and of course the spider like creature was there to help. She had already noticed the lack of humans around to grief each other and it was worrying. She didn't have much information, but at least she could help. The Child was pretty sure that all of the other Children would be heading to the place where the one with the permission was to give it their information. The truth, thought, was simple. No one had ever found the Revolutionary Child and not even all of their information combined had been ever enough to determinate his position.
Regardless, the Child opened Mineshaft tunnels in order t reach the mob that seeked. And brought a special gift too, one never knew when a happy puppy would be needed. Especially that one, brought from the depths of the place called "Internet" by creepy Players. It would at least help against the humans in case of battle.
The deceiving Child just hoped the creature was still alive when she arrived.
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Iny trembled while he walked. He couldn't believe it. The WORLD was in danger! The creeper hissed the whole time, angered. He and his sister, who could die in this travel, had been dragged into some adventure to save Minecraftia by a bunch of cultists of some sort. If anything went wrong, they could die forever!
Iny had discussed once again with both Drowned and Aisi, it was already getting annoying for Drowned and extremely stressing for Lyra, who seemed to just want to do what she had been told without complaining to avoid losing time. Iny almost felt bad for screaming at her so frequently now. They never used to fight, but this whole new situation was enough to put both of the siblings on their nerves.
Iny was the kind that needed above all a routine and if something different was to happen (Most commonly small wars against some other mob groups that wanted the territory of the Great Temple) he would plan it for months until he knew what would happen completely. Part of the stress of this current situation was due to that sudden change. Lyra, on the other hand, handled changes peacefully, far too submissive to complain. The hybrid was used to obey so as long as she had a boss, everything was just fine.
The hybrid didn't have a boss right now, thought. The person she had always trusted her life to, was crumbling apart from worrying so much and slowly leaving her behind. He who once would give his life to protect her could no longer do so.
Her only hope was that he calm, nosy and easily frustrated Drowned would help her to get Iny back.
Drowned was simply frustrated with all of that.
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The wind felt good. Both Vincent and Greys agred on that but that didn't help him to enjoy the ride across the sky as much as Greys did. The human felt his heart heavy as he saw that there was almost no one in the several servers that the two went by.
Many glitchy sky blocks leading to different worlds and servers were scaterred around, more than what one would find normally in any situation. THe world was getting corrupted.
"Greys...the world..."
"Better! Silent, calm...Pleasing."
Vincent went silent. Of course, Greys was a Living Fortress above all, he enjoyed the new, desolate world as it was. Seeing that almost made Vincent feel bad for him, after all, his friend still thought that the world beyond was a paradise of silence and new information when in fact it would look more like a confusion of colors, sounds and the most confusing things. A torture.
Vincent looked down again. He was sad for everything, he felt guilty for it all, but he wasn't going to loose his hope on the world he loved so soon.
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I am sorry for the short and bad chapter again : ( The original file was lost on my other computer, which went to be fixed, so I had to write it all again...and lost Inspiration Q^Q I might take more time to update from now on : (
