Author's Notes
(Types enthusiastically and completely forgets to add the beginning author's notes until the very end)... oh... um... hi?
Huge thanks to everyone for all of your support! Also, Lady Granger, I like that name too. Might use it for someone in the future. Maybe not right now, though. :)
On with the story!
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Eba's POV
I walked down the dark tunnel with a lit torch in hand. Sarah had woken up and fallen back asleep repetitively, and it got so scary and frustrating to just sit around that I decided to do something helpful. I turned a corner and the gloomy orange light from the Magma lake in the ravine lit up that last stretch.
Gingerly walking forwards, I searched for the large burlap sack. Oh... where is it? I left it right here. The Magma lake rose... at least the roof isn't falling down anymore.
I wandered around the outcrop of stone, searching to no avail. Just as I decided to head back, I saw a tip of cloth poking out behind a pile of rubble. Shaking lightly from hope and relief, I began to pull the rocks away. Oh thank the lords, it's here! All the blocks are okay! Time to head back...
Suddenly, I heard the same cackle we had when the ravine began to fall down. I shrieked and ran towards the tunnel, burlap sack in tow. The terrifying laughter chased me, and I felt something cold grasp my shoulder.
I tripped and fell, then turned quickly around to see what had caught me. From the light of the torch, all I could see was an oddly shaped shadow on the wall. A shadow that wasn't mine.
Hello, there, endergirl.
I had no more breath, and I crawled back gasping.
Don't be afraid. I won't do anything to you...
I breathed deeply, trying to calm myself down. Tears were falling down my cheeks, and my vision was swimming. After some time, I got my voice back.
"Wh-who... who's there?"
Just me, little one.
"A-and w-who are you?"
Oh, nobody in particular. Just a demon looking for revenge, is all.
I lost my voice again and had to crawl over to the tunnel wall to calm down.
"D-d-demon? W-what d-Do you want from m-me?"
I require a vessel, dear. And you will do just fine.
I shielded my face with my arms and whimpered.
"N-no! P-please! D-Don't hurt me!"
I won't hurt you, darling. All I need is your help. Do you know Darkness?
"D-d-Darkness? N-no."
How about light? Or sun?
"W-well th-the sun is a b-ball in the sky..."
No, no, no, I mean the spirit.
"Th-then no..."
Hmm...
I watched as a shape formed before my very eyes, solidifying in front of me. I picked up the torch and held it out. I could see better now, and I realized that this so-called demon looked just like Thomas but with light-grey eyes. He smiled at me.
"There. This is my... solid form, so to speak. I morphed to it so you would feel more comfortable in my presence. My name is blight."
"I-I d-Don't... feel more comfortable."
The demon sighed and leaned against the stone wall. I put down the torch and brought my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around them. After a while, he spoke again.
"I need a vessel. I promise that no harm will come to you."
I hesitated and spoke up. "A-and my friends?"
He bowed. "No harm shall come to them either."
I nodded, but spoke before he could move. "What will it feel like? To be your vessel?"
He smiled. "You will hear my voice in your head, thoughts and ideas will be shared between us. And, with your permission, I'll be able to harness your body."
I nodded again, and whispered softly. "Okay."
The demon grinned and he dove at me, swiftly turning into a cloud of black dust. Just as he reached me, I felt a cold pressure on my forehead, and immense pain on the same spot. I moaned at the feeling, as if my skull were being perforated and burnt.
Then the pain stopped. I breathed heavily, holding myself tight. After a while I spoke.
"Y-... you said you wouldn't hurt me..."
I'm sorry, little one. It was never my intention, I assure you.
"D-Don't... don't call me that."
Very well. What shall I call you?
"M-my name is Eba."
Eba? That's odd...
"I-it means clever in ancient enderman. I-I thought that, since you are a demon, you might know that."
Hm. I may be immortal, but im not that old.
"S-Sorry."
Don't be. Uh... where you not in the middle of something?
I blinked and realized that I had completely forgotten about the obsidian. I stood up shakily and threw the burlap sack over my shoulder. It didn't feel as heavy as it did before. Did one of the blocks fall?
I looked at the floor but found no rouge obsidian bricks.
They feel lighter because of me. My essence has made you stronger.
"I-wh-... huh? How did you know what I was thinking?"
That is part of the deal. You become my vessel, and I help you. The fact that I can hear your thoughts just as you can hear mine is consequential.
"Oh. O-okay, then."
I picked up the torch, which looked much brighter than before.
I've also improved your night-vision. If I were to take over your body, I would be able to warp. I cannot otherwise.
I nodded to myself and continued walking. After a while, the torch light became too irritating, and I dropped it. Once my eyes got used to the darkness, I realized that I could see clearly. Once outside, I breathed in the fresh scents of the forest.
Then I warped home.
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Simon's POV
I was smelting more ingots in a new, bigger and more efficient forge. I was pulling an I got out when Eba appeared silently beside me, making me jump and drop the hardening metal. Eba looked just as surprised, and took a step back. There were no purple dust particles anywhere.
"For all the lord's sakes, Eba! You scared me half to death!" She blushed and took a few more steps back.
"S-Sorry." I sighed. The sight of her could make anyone's heart melt.
"It's fine. Just... warp louder, okay?"
"Uh... I-I don't know if that's possible..."
"I'm kidding, Eba. What's that?" The endergirl had a large burlap sack hanging from one shoulder. She pulled it off her back and dumped the contents on the floor.
"They're the obsidian bricks that Thomas, Sarah and me gathered but didn't bring back." Her voice cracked as she spoke Sarah's name, and tears began to bloom on her already puffy eyes. Had she been crying?
"That's... wow. How did you manage to bring them by yourself?"
"I-I warped. Normally, teleporting this much stuff would make me feel exhausted, but for some reason I don't." Her eyes twitched upwards slightly, and understanding dawned on her face. Before I could ask her about it, she turned around.
"How's Sarah?" I smiled even though she wouldn't be able to see.
"Getting better. Thomas doesn't let go of her at all, not even to eat. I would be more worried of him than Sarah, to be honest." She nodded and walked decidedly towards the house, muttering to herself. I managed to catch a few words; ... can you?... consequences?... o-okay...
This was very odd, but I decided against investigating. I was pretty busy at the time anyway. I picked up the heavy burlap sack and dragged it to a clear and flat area, then called for help. "Adrian! Can you help me build up the nether portal?"
The large warrior was talking with Lila. When he broke off the conversation, the cave spider's head dropped a little. The wither skeleton walked over, his face a mask of confusion.
"Did you gather these? When?"
"I didn't. Eba did. She's gone off to be with Sarah, but I thought that it was probably a good thing for us to construct the nether portal." The warrior nodded and picked up one of the blocks.
"Right. Let's get to it."
We used wood for the corners, making it so the frame wouldn't collapse on itself. It took us less than an hour to build. Just as we placed the final block, we heard multiple happy shouts coming from the med-bay. Adrian and I looked at each other, then dashed towards the house.
Everyone was already there, a chorus of thank the lords and I'm so glad you're okay as well as crying erupting all around. Sarah was holding on to Thomas like she was afraid to let go, and Thomas was crying into her inky black hair. Eba stood a few ways away, looking tired but happy. And... proud?
We all hugged Sarah, and the whole gang was overjoyed. Her wounds still bugged her, but she was awake. And that was enough for everybody. After some time, Sarah limped back to Thomas and she threw her arms around his neck, holding him close and giving him a full kiss.
Thomas looked surprised but responded after a few heartbeats. It got awkward very fast. People started filing out, giggling and blushing. We closed the door behind us, wanting to give them some privacy.
After an hour (an entire hour!), the two lovebirds left the house and stood outside. Their faces were flushed, but it didn't look like anything too... intense had happened. Thomas noticed the portal right away and a smiled bloomed on his face. He and Sarah limped closer. (Sarah was limping, Thomas wasn't.)
"When did you guys build this?" Adrian puffed out his chest in pride. I leaned against the sturdy obsidian frame.
"Just now, actually. Eba brought the blocks out from the mine."
The endergirl blushed and turned away. "I-I just felt like I should be doing more..."
Thomas gor closer, Sarah still clinging to his side. "Thanks, Eba. I... suppose we should light it."
I nodded and tossed him one of my sheathed shortswords. He caught it mid-air and drew the blade from it's leather holster. He reluctantly let go of Sarah's waist and eba helped keep the unsteady girl up while Thomas walked up to the portal.
"Everyone, get ready. We don't know what could come out of this thing. Simon... fire it up."
I snapped my fingers and a small spark flew from my gloves and hit the obsidian. At first nothing happened. Then, after a few seconds, a bright purple sheen flashed into existence. Thomas took a step towards the portal.
And then a shape barreled through and knocked him to the floor.
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Theridas's POV
I wandered the gloomy halls of the nether fortress looking for the blacksmith's room. Some of the other servants -the cook, the tailor, and the lead maid- where packing up their stuff. Pretty much everyone was running for the hills.
More guards showed up everywhere, some of them catching the fleeing workers and taking them back to their posts. I ignored all this and continued walking.
After some time, I traveled down the stairs and through a hallway towards the smith's quarters. I knocked on the stone door before entering, just as I had with lady Anastasia's quarters. The memory made me shudder.
The smith was also packing up his things, putting tools and materials into a large case. He spotted me and made an effort to smile.
"Whut de haell you doin' here, teridus? Ev'ry'uns packin' up! We gots to go!" The large man stuffed things more frantically into his case. I held my hands intertwined in front of me.
"Uh... Monsul, th-the king of the nether realm has sent me to give you a task."
The smith stared at me, utterly baffled. "Whut's gotten into you, teridus? De king's dead! Dat wack-job demon's done slain 'im!" I cleared my throat and repeated the message.
"The king of the nether realm has sent me to give you a task. If you will not comply, he will send one of his guards to 'convince' you."
He narrowed his eyes at me. "Oy, so dat's how it is. Fine. Whut's dis 'task'?"
I showed him the sword which hung on my back by some ropes in a backpack manner, and pulled out the Magma-pearl. "H-He wants you to attach the gem to the sword, monsul."
He took both and examined them. "Hmm... do you know whut dis is, teridus? It's black magic, dat's whut. The sword... it's made of solid flames. Wit de Magma-stone, it's power potential would multiply."
He dropped the sword on the ground, and took a step forward so he was now towering over me. "Do you really want de king wieldin' such a powerful weapon?" I swallowed and took a step back.
"I-if you d-Don't do it, he will kill us-" Monsul took another step forwards and knocked a nearby table to the ground.
"If ah do, he'll kill everythin'! Do you not understand whut dat damned thing would be capable of?!? It would shatter the worlds! All of them!"
I was shaking now, pinned against the wall. The fury and fear in his eyes was terrifying. I breathed deeply.
"S-surely you're overreacting, Monsul. After all, th-the king does not possess lady Anastasia's Magma-pearl." The blacksmith blinked and took a step back, thinking.
"Hmm... without it's match, de sword would only be so powerful... you're right, little guy. Maybe I overreacted." He picked up the sword from the ground. "Tell de king dat I'll do it. But it will take time."
I bowed. "Th-Thank you, Monsul. I'll tell the king right away." The smith began to pull tools out of his case and walked over to the anvil and forge positioned in the corner of his quarters. "Yeah, Yeah... just a heads up, tho." I took a step towards him.
"Wh-What is it?"
He turned to face me. "You tell dat bitch dat he'll nevuh be my king." With that, he began hammering away at the black sword. I swallowed again and left the room in a hurry.
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Author's Notes
I'm happy! :D
I loved the way this chapter turned out. How about you?
Now, before you go on and say I stole another one of your ideas, GiggiEba, I'm just gonna say... yep. I think I did. Sorry not sorry. :P
I hoe you guys enjoyed this one! Thank you for your time and support, Have an awesome day!
~ LeMafiaKreb