Hello everybody, I'm finally back, to an extent, and I'm glad to be. I can't wait to really start getting into the Main Plot of 'Steve's Truth' and prepare for the final chapters. I'm hoping you all enjoy. Next Chapter will be out as soon as I can. Enjoy. :)
I woke on the cold, stone brick floor, dazed and confused. Everything was bright, cold, and gusts of winds did not aid me. I pulled myself together, rose from the cold floor, and looked up. The source of light was coming from a giant hole in the ceiling.
"Steve? Steve, where are you?" Pony called. Her voice was somewhat faint, but it sounded to me like she was on the small island.
"He probably went out to get firewood, or maybe some food. We'll just have to wait for him." Ben's voice was even quieter. "Since he's gone, we can finally have some alone time." I shivered at the thought of them being alone, then chuckled. I'll just worry about myself for now. They can have fun while I'm gone. I smiled, then began to think about the situation at hand.
I began to evaluate my surroundings. I was in a large open chamber, littered with stone rubble and dust. As far as I could tell, I was in the center of the chamber, and to my left and right there were hallways that seemed to extend for a long length. I reached for my bag, when I realized, I left it up there. I sighed, realizing that I'd have to make my way back here on my own. I know my way around. I've got this.
I looked to my left, down the dark, unlit hallway, and to my right, which was an identical, dark and unlit hallway. I decided on a whim to follow the left hallway.
Behind me, I heard the sound of footsteps on the stone floor. I spun around, reaching for my sword, when I realized that I left my stuff at the camp. I panicked, worried what I would do next. Run, or fight?
"We're not you're enemies." An arm wrapped around my neck, an immense amount of pressure being put on me. I struggled, trying to rip his arm from my neck, but I soon lost the strength, and blacked out once more.
I opened my eyes, and couldn't help but feel like some sort of Deja Vu. I stood up and looked around. I was in an empty room, made of stone brick, with blocks of obsidian scattered in the floor and walls. There was only one path, and it was to the left again. Nothing good comes from going left. I thought. I sighed and continued down the path, which twisted in all sorts of directions, and after awhile, I figured I was lost. I looked behind me, when I realized there was nothing but a wall behind me. In shock, I turned around once more the see a single wooden door blocking my path. There was a loud noise coming from behind the door, and I quickly decided that I would have to investigate. I have nowhere else to go... I thought as I looked around.
"Come in, Steve." An old voice echoed through the stone hallway, or, a room from what I could tell. I un-enthusiastically moved forward and through the door.
"Welcome, my kin." I looked around me in the giant Throne room, which was torn up and completely destroyed, probably from many different things. Ivy and moss was everywhere, and almost all of the stone brick was cracked. In front of me where two men, dressed in some sort of ancient armor, wearing maroon colored capes, kneeling in front of the throne. And on the throne, was the person that has been in my dreams for the past few months, even before I left the Village. It was King Tret.
My eyes were wide as I gazed at the old man, who didn't actually seem that old. I stepped forward, and his two guards instantly put their hands on their swords.
"Stay back." One of them said very calmly. "If you come any closer, we-"
"Calm down." Tret's voice, firm but calm, echoed through the Throne Room. Tret stepped off of his throne and came down to greet me. "We've been waiting for a long time." He smiled. I couldn't help but stare at his bright green eyes. I didn't say anything back, just simply nodded. "You've been brought here for a reason, one that you've known for some time now." He put his hand on my shoulder and looked down at his feet.
"I do?" I said. "I'm not sure I know what you mean." I replied.
Tret sighed. "But, you do. You have to do what I could not. What the Fabled Ender Slayer, could not." He took his hand off of my shoulder and started pacing.
I gasped, hearing those words come from him. This person, who I was Kin to, was the Legendary Ender Slayer, who had fought in many battles against Herobrine for Notch. This man, standing in front of me, was History.
Tret sat on the steps of his throne and looked at his guards, who suddenly got out of kneeling position and stood casually against the mossy and cracked walls.
"To truly help you realize your potential, I must start from the beginning." He said. I gave him a puzzled look. To start from the beginning, that would take hours upon hours to explain. "Well, not that far. I'll start at the beginning of the Wars of Brothers."
I sighed and took a seat on the floor, got in a comfortable position, and prepared to hear the story.