A/N: I know I'm a horrible author. I take like a four-month long break and don't update ANYTHING! Yet, I have no messages asking me why I'm not doing anything. It's maybe because you are all mad at me, but I take it as you all are ok with me leaving for a bit. For the truth, Writer's Block. For four months, yes. I'm sorry. I hope you will still enjoy this story, and the future stories I will write. It'll be nice to be back. Now, continue reading this chapter that took so long to come out. :)
Alanna's POV:
The last thing I remember are the thoughts that were swimming through my head before I died. Or so I thought, I died.
My eyes open when I feel warmth. Warmth? I see green. Blue. Brown. I sit up. All the colors I've wanted to see before. I look around. The lake. Stella. Dad. Steve. The Wither. Everything comes back all at once. I'm not dead. I'm alive.
Herobrine's POV:
"Hey..." I moan. "Please don't be dead..." What? Me? Dead? I sit upright. Sean gasps. "OMIGOSH I'M SO SORRY!" He says in one breath. I'm confused for a second. "Excuse me, what?"
Sean's eyes widen. "Oh, please no..." Wait. I look around frantically. I stand up. I'm in a dungeon. Everything comes back. The castle. The fight. The fire...he was the one that did it. He tried to kill me.
I whip around, holding a fist to Sean's face. "You." I whisper. "I thought you were better than Steve." His face is mixed with feelings. Fear, shock, and relief. "Look, I'm sorry, ok? I didn't mean-" "QUIET, YOU ALMOST KILLED ME!" I yell in his face. "I-I didn't think-" "Do you know how much iron swords hurt?! Do you want to feel it in your chest?!"
He stammers. "I-no-but-well," I glare at him. He shakes his head rapid;y. "I ment to help you! I was aiming at the other people behind you, who you didn't see because you were already occupied!" "Oh really," I challenge. "So you're sure you wern't double-crossing?" Sean stops struggling. "C'mon, Herobrine. We can't argue here. Have you seen our surroundings?"
That just makes me even more enraged. I hold my fist closer and whisper, "Would you like it to end sooner?" Sean panics again and scrambles out of my grip. He gasps for air. I just now realize that I've been clutching his throat.
"I know that iron swords hurt you! I know that you laugh at the thought of fire harming you! I saw that you would have died if I didn't help, so at least I tried and you're not really dead like you probably would have been!" Sean yells, his throat hoarse. "I'm sorry my aim is bad! I'm sorry your back hurts now! But at least we're alive!"
I sigh. I'm forgetting that I have to be the good guy now, not the bad. I should persue him furthur, but I don't. "Fine. I may have misjudged you." Sean blinks quickly. "Wait, what?!" "I said that you're probably right!" "Wow, that feels good..." Sean mutters under his breath. "Now that we're all cleared up, can you tell me all that happened after I went out?" I ask.
Sean looks up. "He-Steve-came in. He ordered everyone to stop what they were doing so he could deal with us. He just looked at me, then you, and we somehow ended up here. I'm guessing that his powers or whatever they are enabled him to magically teleport us here." I laugh at the "magically" part. When's the last time I found something funny anyway?
I glance at the window. "Were you productive while I was laying here and find an exit?" Sean shrugs. "No. I wasn't really looking, either. I was making sure you wern't dead for the past..." His expression changes. "I have no idea." I run to the window.
Not that I can see a lot, but from what I can, I see miles of development. "Oh darn..." I whisper. "What?" Footsteps run next to me, and Sean catches a glimpse of the outside world. "Oh..." I look at him. He figures things out quickly.
Time has passed. A lot of time.
Stella's POV:
"Alanna!" I run around the ruined area, calling her name. It seems hopeless, I've been doing this for hours. "Alaaaannnnaaaa!" I cry out. It seems like her name is loosing it's power of describing her. I'm close to tears. But I can't let them flow. She'll surly come by sometime... I collapse into a pit. "AHHH!" There's a simple way out, but I stay in. Alanna was my only friend.
Steve's POV:
A snap of my fingers and they're gone. To the dungeon they go. I smile for a second. Off to the dungeon, to the dungeon I go! To go get some mobs, get some loot, to go get some XP! I shake my head. Why am I thinking of the weird songs Sean used to sing? They're just...weird. Seriously.
I teleport to my throne room and bring up a view of everything in my head. The exterior of the castle, the prisoners, and the workers.
I look closly at the workers, then at the exterior of the castle. "Ugh...so slow!" I complain out loud. I wish I could manipulate time. That would be awesome! Sadly, my abilities are so limited. I wish they held more power. More mass. More everything.
I take a tour through the prisoner hall. They mostly sit in the corners. I laugh at some when they cry out, "Why?!", or, "I want to go home!".
Now I come across Herobrine and Sean's cell. Herobrine lays on the floor, unconcious. I laugh. He used to be so powerful, what a shame to see it lieing around! Sean sits at the cellar door, clutching the bars. "Why couldn't time be frozen before he went to The End," I read his mind. I smile as he just gave me a hilariously evil idea. I grin. A snap from the Throne travels all the way to where they are. I laugh aloud at the face that is frozen on Sean's face. I'll keep it like that for a while.
I teleport to my next destination, the Jungle. I hover above a tall tree and look down upon a village in the trees. I smile. "Time to show these people what power I truly have." I whisper. I raise my hands and begin the destruction.
? POV:
I shouldn't be here. I should be back with my family. I should have prevented that from happening, I should have conforted them all these years. But I've been hiding. Now she knows, but he doesn't.
My hiding place of my favorite thing is bound to be discovered. I just wish...that it never happened. This wouldn't be going on, nothing bad would ever come to be. She used to think I was dead. But I'm not dead. I'm alive.
A/N: You probably noticed something. No OCs. Look, I'm sorry, but I just can't keep writing them in. You wouldn't understand if I explain it, but I'm sorry. I'm a terrible author. But maybe sometime I will make a story so you can put your OCs in, yeah? No, probably. I'm sorry everyone, if you're feeling any disapoint. And sorry for any spelling errors. Happy New Year, if I don't get to say it another time. One of my resolutions is to keep writing and updating these stories. I need to start and finish. I'm sorry for everything, and thank you for everything. I will, however, continue this story.
-EpicCrafting404
