So spoiler alert, I've added a girl into the mix. Yay. This one has lots of dialouge, (ughh, right?) but stay tuned for more relatively interesting (maybe :P) stories!
Axel POV
"My eye's... what?"
"It's turning red."
He was in disbelief. He already wasn't himself after the possession. He felt simply drained of life.
"Get me a mirror."
It was only when West held up a hand mirror when he saw it. His right eye, beginning to have a red tinge.
"It must be from the evil magic." Axel said as cool-headed as he could, trying not to freak out.
"No vision loss? Anything?" West asked, concerned over this eye matter. What if it was eye cancer?
"Nope. In fact, my vision seems to be better in that eye. Strange."
West didn't care about his supposed better vision. "Let's go to the doctor."
Axel looked at West, about to get up when he banged his knee on a table. West fell back down onto the bed in pain.
"Correction; I'm visiting the doctor. You stay here and look after yourself."
"Fine, Axel."
It looked like West was trying to think of a question to stall him.
"Well, better get going." Axel stated, heading for the door.
"Axel?"
"Yeah?"
"How'd you get me up here?"
Axel smiled. Oh, West...
"I climbed."
And with that, Axel opened the door and started climbing down the treacherous vines to the ground.
Jed POV
Jed was already home when he spotted Axel on a mine cart headed to town. It would be pointless to holler at Axel to stop; everybody knew that mine carts can't stop when they begin to move. So he just stared. And he noticed that Axel's right eye wasn't the same, even though Axel was a blur.
Jed opened his piston doors and retired to the sofa. He heavily fell onto it, wincing with his fractured rib.
"At least I'm not in that darn hospital." He said out loud.
He remembered his injuries. How it had felt. He couldn't even use his machine, the Iron Lumberjack any more. It had been taken over too long. Wait! Couldn't only living things that had souls be possessed? Well, he definitely put a bit of his soul into this one. He worked so hard on it, he wondered if he'd sold his entire soul.
Anyways, that wasn't important. All of this thinking was hurting his head. He hated to think. Yet because of the despised thinking, that thinking grated him an idea. A pretty simple one, but a good one at that. I need a weapon. Or maybe two.
So, despite his injuries, Jed got up and leaned on his crafting table. Opening the chest next to him. he planned to craft two iron axes. Looking in, he noticed that he was freshly out of iron. Or any craftable material, for that matter. He leaned farther into the chest, and farther until he tumbled in.
"Great. Just great."
Trying two or three times to get out of the chest, he gave up and lay down for a little. The chest was almost empty, depraved of any materials except for some wool, spider eyes, and-
What was that? Jed noticed a green shimmer in the darkness of the chest. An emerald? No, six emeralds to be exact. His heart lit up. Emerald axes? He wouldn't be able to find out, though. Jed was trapped inside a chest.
"You look a bit stuck there." A smooth yet sharp voice came from around the corner.
"Who's there?"
"Name's Violet. You are?"
"You are? More like, why are you in my house?"
"I'm looking for a man named Axel."
Axel? My brother? What could she want him for?
"He's in Plainbelle right now. Not sure what he's doing."
Violet looked away. "Okay, then. Goodbye."
Jed couldn't just let her leave!
"Can you, uh, help me out?" He smiled sheepishly.
"Why not."
The girl's grip was surprisingly firm as she yanked him out with strength.
"Thanks." Jed stuttered, a bit shaken from the jolt.
"I'll be leaving, then."
"No, wait!"
"What now?" Violet seemed to be exasperated.
"Can you craft axes with emerald?"
"Only with a Crafter's table."
"You mean a crafting table?"
"No. A Crafter's table is special, letting you craft many different types of things, bird brain."
"How is it crafted?"
"Outer layer stone, inner layer iron, wood in the middle. Got any more stupid questions?"
Jed blushed. "No."
He watched Violet walk out of the door with envy. How does she know more than me about crafting? Girls aren't taught anything about crafting...
Jed decided to craft the "Crafter's Table." He would need some materials. And it wasn't going to be easy.
Violet POV
Violet walked through the bush, swiping at some vines with her dual blades. Why did she always get hired for jobs like this? She hated assassinating people. But there was good money in it, so it had to be done.
Axel was the next target on her list, with a bounty of 250 emeralds on his head. How could a small-town guy get so notorious? She didn't have the answer. The village of Plainbelle came into view as she swiped through the last of the brush.
It was a perfect day for the job, she'd have to admit. Wind blowing her way, a sleepy little village, a quiet day. It was just turning light, so it was dim enough. It would be so easy. Or that's what she assured herself. Slice in, slice out, disappear. Easy.
She pulled her purple scarf up over her mouth to her ears. Axel just appeared to be walking out of some sort of doctor's office. His name, description, age, and location flashed across papers everywhere. How could someone not turn down the offer?
Sneaking quietly behind Axel, she prepared for the strike. Should she really do this? She'd be taking him away from his brothers. Money over life. Life over money. Argh! I don't know! As she raised her left sword up over his head, he turned around.
"What the- AHHH!"
Exactly what she didn't want. A big commotion.
"Shut up and let me kill you!" Violet said in a harsh whisper.
She bashed him in the side of the head with the butt of her swords, and was about to seal the deal when a shovel came down onto her head.
"Hey!" She whirled around, rubbing her head. The shovel struck her across the face this time, sending her to her knees. She was not easy to take down.
"I suggest whoever did that run very fast." She slashed vigorously, out of pure rage, in the direction of the attacker. The shovel then hit her in the stomach. She doubled over, shielding herself with one sword, but the shovel still smashed upwards into her chin, sending her into the air.
Violet landed on her face. What kind of assassin was she? Getting beat up with a shovel when she had two swords? She looked up, seeing an ancient villager with a white Japanese-style mustache looking down. He said nothing. The last thing Violet saw was the shovel come down on her face.
