Chapter 10

Hey guys, sorry I haven't updated in a while. Here I have chapter 10! It's so amazing! I truly hope more of you will review what you think about the chapter. I LOVE reading reviews, they make me so happy! Anyways, hope you enjoy. Oh, there's gonna be a surprise at the end too. :P

"Steve, please wake up. Wake up, silly."

His eyes shot open, revealing nothing but darkness. He looked around and tried to sit up on the bed. Wait, What? A bed? How did he get here? The last thing he remembered was being attacked by the dogs and the assassins... His hand went flying to his chest, where he expected a hole the width of a sword to be placed accompanied by enormous amounts of pain, but he found nothing but smooth bandages. Steve couldn't figure out he had gotten here, wherever here was. At least, not until he saw the glowing green eyes of the Endermen.

"Vlurp. Vlurp." The green eyes approached the bed slowly, seeming to take care not to scare him. Some of it made sense, but Steve was confused. The last thing he remembered was hitting the ground, hearing a deafening screech as he bled out on the cave floor in complete darkness. His thoughts went to his only means of warmth, which must've been tattered after the fight. Now feeling the chill of the cave winds, he longed for the cloak's warmth.

'You took quite the beating earlier. Are you feeling alright?' A deep, yet soft voice asked, resonating slightly in his head and making him cringe. He knew it was useless trying to see who might've spoken to him, so instead he used his sense of hearing. He couldn't hear anyone other than himself and the Endermen in the current room, but who knew how big the room was?

And to be honest, he felt like hammered Wither bones as he forced himself to sit upright on the bed, still trying to take in his dark surroundings. He wasn't sure who was talking, and so he kept his mouth shut. He noticed that the only light there was were the emerald eyes of the mob, which never faltered and never left his own eyes. They just stared. He heard something shift and was instantly tense as soon as he felt the sharp point of claws gently hook his shirt.

'Come. I think it is time you learned how to maneuver in these dark caves, as you seem to be unaccustomed to dealing with cold weather and dark surroundings.' Steve felt himself being lifted out of the bed and he cringed at the slight pain in his chest, staggering slightly as his legs felt wobbly. However, the clawed hands tightened their hold to prevent him from falling, and gently pulled him up on his feet.

This is going to be fun. The mob thought, looking at the human struggle with the darkness. How fun. The darkness never bothered the mob, as his eyes were specifically designed to be in eternal darkness. The mob, knowing that other humans were after Steve, decided it would be best for him to stay in the caves. He planned to teach this human, this...friend, the skills needed to maneuver in these dark caves without the mob having to pull him around. Eventually too, he planned on making him fight, as the assassins weren't done with their job and would surely come back. At least, not anytime soon.

A girl stood on the edge of a grand cavern, looking into its deep dark depths, wondering and imagining. The long, delicate golden-silver hair was being whipped around by the whistling wind as the girl held out her hands on either side of her body, letting the wind tickle her tanned skin. Her silvery eyes opened, and she breathed in the sweet smells of the nature around her. It made her calmer, the open air, the vast forests with limitless adventures, unlike the closed off castle of her father.

She hated her father. Ever since her father had rediscovered the Ancient Immortals, he had been bent on destroying them all for the sake of glory and fame. It made her sick. Now, her father knew it would be difficult to hide this big of a secret from the other kings, and so he told them what he was planning on doing. What made her angry, was that they all agreed. They all agreed to unleash these immortals into the kingdoms and kill innocent people. ALL so that they could have their glory and fame and fortune, blah, blah, blah. Normally, little princesses like herself would agree with what their fathers said, but she flat out refused to his face, telling him it was wrong to do such a thing to such nice people. She even told him that he was nothing more than a greedy, selfish pig that craved for lost glory. After that, she had stormed out of the castle, getting a few stares from the maids as well as a curious glance from the little man with the pad and pencil.

Now, she waited here for something. Anything. She wasn't sure what, but she had a feeling something was going to happen. And she didn't know how right she was.

A low, menacing growl came from behind her, making her turn around slowly to see the beady red eyes of several wolves staring at her with absolute hate shining like a torch in their eyes. She tried to get up, but it only made the growling grow louder. Slowly, she reached for her favourite sword, one she liked to call Gideon. Suddenly the wolves pounced and she swung her sword in a wide arc around her. The enchanted iron obsidian sword made contact with several life forms, most of them taken out with the first blow. The others were hesitant to come near now, and she took advantage of their fear as she glared at them with flaming silver eyes.

"Leave. Now." They were hesitant to leave, but eventually, the blood dripping off the sword convinced the few remaining wolves to back down and they retreated into the forest. She laughed lightly to herself, looking at the bodies of the lovely creatures she had killed. She extended a hand to the closest one, bending down to pet its head, closing the wolfs eyes before lightly kissing it on the head. She then did the same to the rest before going back to sit by the dark cavern.

You are an unusual being, Solana. You take pity on those weaker than you, even when defending yourself.

Who was talking? After she had closed the eyes of the last wolf, a soft voice began whispering in her head. The voice itself didn't sound menacing, but its words bothered her a little. A small rustle of wind blew from behind her and she turned to face the small man with the note pad and pencil. His gaze was one of sadness as he looked at her, then to the deceased wolves lying everywhere on the forest floor. His deep brown gaze returned her own silver one.

"Honestly, my dear Solana, you surprise me continuously." He said, his voice quiet, yet somehow loud enough for her to make out each word clearly. She sat down and began cleaning her sword. "I see you've brought Gideon with you. A nice sword, but did you know it was rumoured to have been created for the sole purpose of exterminating the Ancient Immortals?" She raised her head in confusion.

"And how would someone like you know something like that?" He smiled lightly, walking over to her side and setting down his note pad and pencil. She noticed that the name tag on his shirt said 'AI', something she frowned about, but refrained from asking.

"My dear, I know a lot of things, but right now that is none of your concern." His smile faded and they both fell silent. He looked out into the distance and frowned, seeming troubled, but he turned back to her with a small smile. "However, you will find yourself on a more...important journey, soon enough." smiled again and the wind picked up, making her close her eyes at the intensity. Once the wind had died down, she heard a gentle neigh in front of her and looked up to see a magnificent stallion standing in front of her. He was the colour of the setting sun, a nice orange colour, with a black mane and tail. The stockings on his legs were also black and she watched with amazement at the wonderful creature.

Now is not the time to stall, get up on him and he will find what you desire most.

Not sure as to who the voice belonged to she searched for a source, but only tripped over the small note pad and pencil the little man had left behind as she wandered around. In frustration she picked up the note pad, but her frustration died down quickly enough when she saw what was written on it.

I would hurry if I were you. You do not have a lot of time.

At first she didn't understand, but once she re-read the paper a few times it sunk in and she panicked. The girl dropped the note pad and ran to the horse, climbing onto its back. As soon as she was installed onto him, the horse broke into a gallop towards the castle, almost making the girl tumble off his back.

Hurry, Solana. You may even be too late.

The small man came from under the bushes and bent down to pick up his note pad and pencil once again, carefully reading what he had written before crossing it out. Soon after that, he watched as the two galloped towards the kingdoms, desperate before it was too late. He ripped the paper from the note pad and let it drop on the floor next to the scattered bodies of the wolves.

It read: Death of a loved will occur in the hallways of the Third Order Royalty.

The king sat on his high throne, looking down at the council members, both old and new since that unfortunate accident. He looked over to his side, the little man was always there, holding his note pad and pencil close to him as he took notes on various things being said. He held his scepter on his lap, indicating authority within the room.

"Has anyone been able to locate my daughter?" He asked, his voice booming around the silent room. He saw many flinch at the sudden voice, but none answered. He was unsatisfied with the answer. So, he decided to change the slightly change the subject. "Does anyone know why my daughter has decided to go against my plans?" Again silence. He was growing tired of this.

"Sire, if I may?" The little man asked, his light voice slightly making the old king jump in his throne. He nodded, making sure no one saw him jump.

"Go ahead."

"I believe your daughter, Princess Solana, may arrive right about-" The doors flew open and in stormed a golden-silver haired girl. Her silver eyes bore right into her fathers, looking at him with absolute hatred as her feet landed loudly on the carpeted floor. "-now." The man with the note pad finished.

"Fathe-" She started, but a sharp, loud, agonized scream cut her off. Her eyes grew wide and she looked at the door, then to her father, who seemed just as puzzled as she was. "What was that?" She asked, trying to think of who could've screamed. A maid came rushing into the chambers, tears flowing down her eyes like rivers.

"My lord! My lord! Someone has been killed in the castles hallways! OH! My lord, please do something!" She kept on murmuring to herself, the rest of the words were inaudible. Solana walked over to the maid and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Can you tell me who it is?" She asked, hoping for the best but seeing the worst. The maid nodded but was unable to say the name, as she only pointed to the doors. Solana quickly rushed over to the doors and looked around, eying the hallways with a critical eye, but she could not see any signs of murder. Maybe the maid was hallucinating... However, as she turned her head to the left of the hallway, she noticed blood soaking the floor and her heart sank. She moved forward, wanting to look at this persons face, and she broke down horribly. She just burst out into tears at the sight, crying for the world to end, crying for a lost friend.

A body of a young man was pinned to the wall, blood was splattered on the wall above him, spelling out the words 'You're next.' The only person she could think to have done this was who her father was trying to kill. Could what her father said be true? That Herobrine was actually evil and killed for fun? She didn't believe it. She didn't want to believe it. As she cried, she felt arms wrap around her, holding her in a tight embrace. She kept crying and crying, never knowing who was hugging her until she heard her father's voice in her ears, whispering.

"This is why I want to hunt him down, my dear. I don't want any more of our citizens to get hurt. This is proof enough of what he can do. He slipped through all my soldiers and killed your friend." His voice, despite having such a horrifying attack right next to the throne room, was very calm and that disturbed her. Something was wrong, but she didn't care at all. Her best friend was dead. All because of HIM. Her father left her in the care of the maids, who brought her back to her room where she could calm down and not have to watch her friend be taken away. As soon as the maids were gone, she heard that soft voice again.

My dear, you look like you want answers. I know of a little cottage near a village where a solitary miner used to live. If you go there, you will find more than what you seek. However, be careful about what you say. You cannot blame everything that happens on him. You must never blame everything that happens on him. Or else your answers will be lost, far beyond your reach.

HHHEEEYYY! Now were getting to know a little more about some of the characters. The man with the note pad and pencil is fun to write. Review who you think it is, and what his role is in the story. I'd like to see what you all come up with. :) Chow!

-NilakantaDragonQueen619