small update guys! so sorry...
i am unable to write most days, but i am active on my Deviant art if you want to keep up with whats happening in the Endtangled world. Find me as 'EnderWerks'
back in the world of the steves...
Siphony took a breath to speak, but the sudden pain in her chest stopped her from chewing out the incompetent King Adam. she tried to breath, but her efforts were met with searing pain in her lungs, her hands flew to her throat. her knees collapsed underneath her, the surroundings blurred around her and her sight went black, she could hear the muffled calls of the platoon around her. her mind went dark.
her eyes opened slowly, the world bright and clear around her. she looked around her, there sat Surriol, looking distraught. she was in a bed... with gold sheets and cover. she sat up, "Why am i in Bed surriol?" something in her voice was different... she felt.. strong and powerful... nothing like she had felt before. Surriol stood up at the sound of her voice,"Siphony... yur alright.." she chuckled and swung her legs out of the bed, her shoes were off. "Of course im alright... I've never felt better." she looked at him through her long eye lashes. Surriol looked surprised... and Shocked." H-How?"
SHe laughed and stood, her bare feet touching the cold floor. "Why question the most powerful EnderWoman in the known world surriol? i may find you... attractive... but you still are only a soldier, and i am your future Chancellor, what would that look like to the people? hmm?" she stepped closer to the Enderman, her eys slowly making there way up from his chest to his confused eyes. she smiled in a sly manner. How she felt like this she didn't know... but she liked it, it suited her more. she turned towards the doorway and started her way to the hall, only to be stopped by her reflection in the mirror. she examined herself.. the purple had to go... she looked around the room and to the wardrobe. letting herself to the clothes she pulled out a black and red dress. Perfect, she would pick up some new shoes.. perhaps boots that went up past the knees... she would have these men wrapped around her finger in no time.
mere hours after the attack...
Peareth sat on his Gold plated throne, his newly fitted suit resting comfortably on his shoulders his very... enticing, wife sat on her smaller throne next to him. the thrones were consisted of two arms that came up from the sides and the cushioned seat. underneath were embers that glowed a very pleasant purple in a grate right underneath the throne between the two legs. His throne garnished two eyes of Ender, one on each arm. Eveleen's had soft silver flourishes on the arms, decorating it gracefully. He had changed the family colours from purple and gold to black and red, he even had three lines of power tattooed over his left eye. his very easy triumph over the wither king made him feel unstoppable. The ender dragon had fueled something inside of him he didn't know he had. His thoughts turned from the past events and to his lovely wife, his eyes looked from the floor to the entrance to the throne room.
The disgrace of a king was dragged in by two of his soldiers, which he had very few of... THe Wither King looked battered and broken... saddened by the loss of so many of his good followers. he did indeed have a reason to be crestfallen... his once great kingdom brought down by one man. A man with glowing white eyes and a diamond sword with the blood of thousands on it. He had no quarrel with the Chancellor, infact he admired him, he did what he did for his people... something the wither king failed to do. "Where is he Wither?" Pereath stood and looked down at the crumbled red form that shook at the harsh words that left Pereath's mouth. the fallen king stuggled to his knees. his saddened eyes traveling from the Quarts floor... quarts that came from his realm.. quarts he personally gifted to the CHancellor.. he had betrayed the great Enderlord... "If i knew... i'd tell you... i've seen the error... in my ways.." the air ways in his throat were constricted, making it hard for him to breath.. the air was much to thin for his lungs... the nether, being hot and steamy, had him accustomed to much different temps.. any change in these and he would be out of commision.
Pereath looked down on the wheezing form with little feeling for the creature. "Pereath... he can't breath!" eveleen stood from her throne and made her way passed the chancellor and to the wounded kings side."Yes Eveleen... the air is very different from the kind he is used to breathing... take him to the nether portal... he is useless to me."
