Chapter 6: The End?
"Uh… ok. So we did this ALL just because of some stupid writing on the walls?" I asked Prima as we checked out our work. We had made walls and arrow turrets, or dispensers, as you would say, to make this kind maze. The turrets were activated by pressure plates, and the turrets were pointed at the pressure plates. At some places, there were lava pits, and even some pressure plate activated suffocation hole. Of course, all of them are reloaded automatically except the dispensers, who we needed to reload manually. Cool, huh? But that wasn't all!
Nearing the middle, I had made cannon, Self activated, actually, and even had marks on the ground to show how many TNT is needed to hit that spot. Prima made a bunch of cactus traps, everywhere that wasn't covered by other traps or walls. A few of the cactus traps were also remotely-activated explosives, just in case. Well, I don't think that a reaper would ever come… would they? Anyways, skeletons, creepers, zombies, spiders and Endermen shouldn't be a problem now.
The hardest hostile mobs to defend against are the flying ones. Raptors, Zombie Angels, and Searchers are EXTREMELY annoying, even though they only have one heart of health. Lucky, that two days ago I 'remembered' how to make trackers, which turn at any hostile mobs. That way, I can built lasers (don't do as much damage as the arrows, but are incredibly accurate) that automatically target them.
"So, what? Don't you think it's AWESOME!" Prima said excitedly, jumping up and down. "Man! It's like playing tower defense!"
"What's tower defense?"
"I have no clue!" You know what? These sudden random knowledge is bugging me.
"Why did you use it in your phrase?"
"Don't know. Sounds appropriate." Face palm.
"Anyway, nothing's happening."
"You said it too early."
"What…" and the sun went down. Now, the whole maze was lit up by torches and lava. Yay. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand before you know it, hostile mobs came at us.
The first wave was (what's a wave?) made up entirely of zombies. They were decimated quickly, using only 2% of our arrows.
Without a warning, the wall behind us blew into pieces and an Enderdragon flew in. Heading for the only thing in the world I wouldn't want to live without. I jumped without a thought and tackled Prima out of the way. As we both smack into the cobblestone ground, the Enderdragon changes his orientation and is able to slice past my armour.
Pieces of my armour just disappeared and my flesh started burning off. Screaming in agony, I ate a golden apple. It's magical affects started up and healed me. Unsheathing my sword, I charged at the dragon. Mental note: Don't let the Enderdragon to touch my backside. I swung left and right but he dodged it. He turned around, seem to try to escape, but was actually swinging his tail at me.
I couldn't block it in time and I was thrown out of the tower Prima and I were on. Suddenly, my fall was stopped. Looking up, I could see Prima holding my hand, struggling to pull me up. My senses came to full capacity as I felt the danger. Two other Enderdragons. One EnderKing.
"I can't pull you up! My grip is slipping!" she cried out, tears building up. Looking down, I could see a loooooooooooong way down. Not very reassuring.
"Just try!" I call back, then start stripping off my armour. As it was all gone, Prima's armour-enhanced strength pulled me back to the roof of the tower. My breathing was heavy as I was lying beside her, all of my stamina spend. Geez, that sounded soooo wrong…
A boom of a creeper exploding swung me back to the present. My sword was instantly up just like my body. Prima also stood up now, with her bow loaded and aimed at an incoming Enderdragon. As it neared, I swung my sword just as he was going to ram into me. Somehow, the sword cut clean through his head and the headless body crashed into me. I was trying to move away but he still rammed right through my leg. Luckily, a dead Enderdragon doesn't do the go-through-you-and-destroys-you thing. He/she was just an object now.
I crashed onto the ground as my leg hurt like hell. The clothing has been torn away, leaving the week organic flesh exposed to the next Enderdragon. Well, bleeding flesh. Prima ran to my side and checked out my wound.
"The bones are broken!" she gasped and I moaned. The pain I am feeling myself should have made me scream in agony, but I supressed it.
"Pr… lo.. ou..t…" I tried to say but it was caught in my throat.
"What?"
"Prim… loo..k.. ou….."
"What?"
"Prima… lo… ok… o… ut…"
"Look out what?" and an Enderman tackled her off me. Screaming, she tried to injure it with an arrow but not much damage was done. The Enderdragon kept hitting her, punching her, injuring her. Using all my strength, I was able to through a dagger at the monster. Then, I crashed back onto the ground weakly. I was probably bleeding furiously.
I heard the dagger hit my target and it went down. Tilting my head over, I looked at Prima. She was extremely injured.
"New meaning to 'together to death', huh?" she croaked as she rolled over and kissed me. An Enderking came at us and a long line of fire was the last thing I see bef….
Darkness. Everywhere. Prima. My first conscious thought was Prima as I looked around. She was beside me, floating. Just like me. Looking around, I could see nothing. Absolute nothing. There was nothing around except Prima. Is this where every dead goes?
"You are not dead." I jumped (well, couldn't exactly… jump).
"Who… who are you? Show yourself!" I tried to find my sword but it seems like it wasn't around. Though my clothing was repaired and I have healed, just like Prima.
"I am all. I am everything. I created everything. I am a number. I decide your fate."
"Fate is only decided by go…" I sudden realised it.
"I AM GOD. And now, I ask you a question. Will you want a second chance at life, to help the innocent? To help anyone who was thrown into the helpless situation you were in?" My answer was immediate.
"Yes. But I don't think I will be able to live without Prima…" my words fainted to nothing at the end.
"I can see it in your heart. Wish granted. Now, you shall be know, in a whole different universe, as a god. You shall be the first, Transformer." And everything fainted away, before I was aware that I was in space. And, that I was robot. A giant one.
Author's note: Sorry for the late update! There will be no direct sequel! Oh, and for any Transformer fan reading this, I would also tell you that most of my stories were related someway. Guess how 'A Life In Minecraft' and 'Spartan: 117.5' are related?