Chapter 8: Origins and Glimpses
A dragoness with purple eyes and many cuts and bruises was biting on a chain that was restricting her from being feed. It finally snapped and the dragoness smiled, she morphed into a silverfish and wiggled away into the walls of stone. Minutes later, a player was barking out orders and on the wall, was a carving of a rose surrounded by a ring of thorns.
An ender lay in a hospital bed, in his weakest moments as sickly coloured flame-like marks were consuming his body, a monitor lay nearby, and then the thrums of his pearl stopped.
Ash was walking in a dark area when suddenly; a purple, sticky substance grabbed his leg. He started to panic as the substance would lash out and start chaining him down. Through tears and frustration, he screamed "Mama, Help me!" and then a skeletal hand was held out. Desperate, Ash grabbed it and was liberated from the "chains".
The scene faded to another, but it was almost out of this world. Ash recalled the tales of the Liegelords, but he didn't think that they existed. A wither skeleton walked along a road, he received news that his twin brother died, and he would still ponder on about it, even though it's been a year already. The emotions were overwhelming; Clavicle and Jack were practically inseparable, especially since childhood was tough. An amulet dangled from the wither skeleton's neck, it was all he had left of some sort of connection to his Nether origins, as well as his older brother. Clavicle Madison knew very well that this amulet couldn't be removed, it was "'Till death do you part".
"Mama, could you tell me about the Dreamweavers again, please?" a tiny Ash asked.
"Well," Irene started, "Notch decided that each realm needed some sort of special guardian, so the Overworld had Notch as their patron, the Nether received the Wither and the End was gifted with the Ender dragon. We Enders always believed that magic was an essential way for us, as we are a very odd race. One couple, however, managed to make things extra special. Spálo and Aevam became the Dreamweavers, each night they would make threads out of thoughts and weave them into every entity's mind. Some say that dreams can tell us about the past or the future, so my darling angel, always remember your dreams."
An endergirl was sitting next to a shulker. "Shelly, I've got something to confess,"
"Sure, what is it Irene?" the shulker opened it's shell ajar.
"I-I think I like Matthias…" a 15-year-old Irene said, "But I can't let that happen."
"Why?" Shelly asked, "Do your parent's not want you to have a boyfriend?"
"NO!" Irene blushed furiously, "It's just, I can't exactly be in a relationship with someone from the Faböläinen faction. I mean, their craftspeople and all that and I like music and art it's just, well I'm technically a warrior, since I come from the Sotül faction and well, I don't know," Irene sighed as she gazed off into the End's forest of chorus trees. On the shirt she wore, was an emblem with to words crossed over each other.
A/N So first off, Happy Easter People! I should be able to update either tomorrow or Monday, but I'm not 100% sure yet. Well, holidays are coming up after the break (yes, I have school for about another two weeks after this) so I'll be able to update more frequently. What's this! Ash can see other Universes?! Oh well, just let me know whether or not I should write Liegelords first or The Return (sequel) when I finish Revenge. I'm so pumped for an epic fight scene, maybe a few chapters away… Thanks for StressOfWriting, Randomness Girl and rwbygirl417 for the reviewing and following this story. It's really cool to have you guys supporting me, so cake for anyone that has been kind. Any way, peace out people! R.F.