"yo" Talking
"yo" thinking
Chapter 2
Of all the stories told, all the tales of the mob war were the most known. Stories of a war hundreds of years in the past, a war that many had said would be the last. While they weren't wrong that it had been the last true war, it hadn't been the end of conflicts. Even if there were rulers for each mob now, they still were aggressive, they still fought against other mobs it was in their blood, it was their instinct, nothing would change that fact. If they couldn't fight against one another what would they do? They would turn on adventurers and towns, they would attack those who had no ruler, but int the time they found that answer, that they could still attack those with no ruler, but the world had changed.
Villages previously with no defences now had golems, beings made of Iron, dirt, snow, anything the villagers managed to have animated by witches, providing materials for potions and spells to the witches in exchange for having a golem animated with the goal of protecting a village. While they kept most of the mobs at bay, the golems were far from indestructible, when they were destroyed, after weeks of mob attacks they had to be replaced quickly, or the mobs would overrun the village, the villagers either running away to find a new home or dying, leaving the villages abandoned, but still usable, in most cases.
Blaze PoV
He walked out of the arena slowly, not noticing how he was being watched by Cupa, his eyes widening once he was outside, in a desert... the arena was in a desert, either a small one or it was located close to the edge of it, he could see trees in the distance, hopefully a Savannah, and headed that direction, if he was lucky he would find a village. If not, he would keep walking until he found a safe location, somewhere he would be able to rest properly and were he would be able to to see how well he could control his body, his powers, to see if his instincts where still as sharp, a place he could train back up to what he remembered he could do before being locked in that void of darkness.
He walked to the edge of the desert, towards the trees, slower than he wanted. The Sun still had a ways to go before setting when he reached the trees, the Savannah, "Still have a couple of hours" he thought, surprising himself, he didn't know where that knowledge came, like other information that came to mind while he walked through the Savannah. Information like how durable the wood of each tree was, the temperature of the air, how much meat he could get from every animal he saw and more currently useless information. He didn't let it bother him, he could reflect on why he had that knowledge later, instead he searched, searched for a village, to at least have a place to spend the night without being outside when day turns to night, when the mobs that roam the dark come out to hunt.
He kept looking, seeking, searching for a village, the sun was close to setting, even as he felt hunger start gripping at him and his throat getting dry, he didn't stop. He could have killed and skinned an animal to harvest some meat, he knew he could, but if he did it wouldn't help much, he would have less time to find a village, a shelter, and whatever had been following him would get closer.
He had felt it, the stare, some time ago, from the position of the sun at the time it had been the beginning of the evening, it had felt like a curious stare at first, not interested just curious as to what he was. After a time, not so long the sun hadn't moved much, it become more... intense, like whatever had been watching him had a sudden interest in him, the stare he had felt turned from innocent curiosity to intense observation and no matter how far he went from where he had first felt it, it followed him.
He tried, to see what it was, he looked in the direction he felt it come from, but every time it he felt the same observing gaze come from a different direction. The times he caught sight of something, it disappeared, leaving only wisps of purple in the distance "An enderman? During the day? That's unusual, they're nocturnal mobs.." he thought, had the world changed that much while he was locked away? He filled that thought away for another time, he had finally seen the silhouettes of a village in the distance, "No smoke? Might be abandoned. Hope there's at least some food from before the people left" he thought, slightly picking up the pace, once he reached it he would find a place he could settle for the night.
Andr Pov
That man from earlier in the arena, Blaze, she had heard him say when the creeper princess asked him. Had caught her interest, he felt powerful, like an Ender-dragon, one of the kings of this world, only more focused, like he had that power from a lifetime, it felt as if he had trained with it beyond simple mastery, as if he didn't just possess that power. It felt as if his body, his whole being, was made from it, that the only reason he didn't destroy everything in proximity, like the dragons from her home, was due to the more than perfect control he had over his power, power that felt had felt wild but controlled, felt like if given a reason it could destroy, annihilate, anything, but also felt appealing, as if once someone had been accepted as an ally, someone precious, it could protect them from anything.
It had felt like the only reason any of those at the arena at the time could feel it, was that he hadn't needed to reign it in for years. She felt like the only reason she had been able to tell so much about his power was as much due to her needing to tell apart the energies of the world precisely to be able to teleport properly, as it was him seeming like he hadn't noticed how he felt like a beacon of energy.
Leading to her... following and observing him, after he had gotten far enough from the arena. Only out of curiosity at first, to see if he would attack anything something or use his power. Only he hadn't, since she had found him, walking through the Savannah like he was seeking something, he hadn't used even a spark of that power, he hadn't even tried slaying an animal for food when it had become visible he was hungry. Which was why her curious observing had turned to full interest.
Observing him wasn't as easy as she originally thought it would be, more than once he had turned to look directly at her, at were she had been, forcing her to teleport, jump between worlds to a different location, still close enough to see him. This little game of theirs making her smirk, it was rare finding someone able to tell exactly were she was so efficiently, she had no doubt if he wasn't searching for something else, he would be able to track her down.
She kept following him, teleporting when he looked towards her, even after he had found what he had been looking for, a village, she kept following him, watching go through the obviously abandoned village from afar, going inside houses, quickly at first, probably just looking for one that would make a viable shelter for the approaching night, then going through every house again after finding a viable house, bringing anything he found to the shelter he had decided on.
Blaze PoV
Finally, he had reached the village, as he had thought it was abandoned, "Looks like they were attacked" he thought, looking at the holes in some of the building, "Definitely creepers, the village was probably overrun by mobs." Blaze thought, going through the village, he had found a house he could still use, only thing missing was the door, that he replaced with one of the still usable ones, "probably zombies" he noted, going through the other houses, taking anything that could still be used, tools, materials, food and water (some of which he used right away).
Most of what he found was made for hunting or were materials you would get doing so. He had found enough leather and wool to make some new clothes, armour mostly, he had also found iron ingots, wood, flint, two unfinished bows, some quivers still filled with arrows and an unusual sword blade, it was missing the hilt, was made of what looked to be a cross between iron, nether quartz and gravitite, was as long has his legs and felt as light as a normal iron sword.
That he put apart from the rest, it felt... familiar somehow, like something he had used for years. The more he looked at it, the more familiar it felt, he saw glimpses of how it would look, had looked, once it had a hilt. The materials for it, things he could gather in this world, some rarer than others,"I'll need iron-wood, silver, specially treated leather and five un-attuned gems, one for each basic element" he listed off in his mind, blinking and shaking his head, more knowledge he didn't remember having. Until he had the materials he could use a wooden hilt, it wouldn't be as powerful, but it would still be usable, "Before that though, I have something to do" he said out loud, whoever had been watching him was still doing so and he would confront them.
"I know you've been watching me. Show yourself!" he shouted, emitting a light pulse of energy (to him), doing so wasn't a smart decision, he knew that, but he had been watched most of the time he had been out of the dark prison and he wanted to know why he was still being watched, doing this best way to show he was serious.
He didn't have long to wait, seconds after he had shouted, he heard a sound of displaced air to of his left. He turned seeing a girl, "Andr... Princess of endermen" he reminded himself, looking directly in her amethyst eyes, surprising her "Do they all have gems for eyes?" he mused, nodding to her and gesturing to the inside of the house, "Come in, night is falling." he told her, going back inside the house sitting on a chair and gesturing for her to do the same, waiting for her to sit and organizing his thoughts before he spoke.
Andr PoV
Her brows raised when he shouted and her eyes widened at the pulse of power he had let out, it had probably been felt as far as the arena, "He's probably going to hunt me down if I don't go" she thought, it was an excuse of course, she knew he would probably not even bother, but she had been looking for a reason to... speak with him.
She nodded to herself teleporting close to him, to his left, she was surprised when he looked directly into her eyes, raising a brow at the colour of his eyes, a bloody crimson, and at how it didn't feel like she had been aggravate by his gaze, she would have to ask him how he did that even the other rulers couldn't do so, without her felling at least irritation, from him there had been nothing, no anger, no urge to attack. It felt... strange, not un-welcomed, only unusual.
She followed him inside the house, ducking to not hit her head on the door-frame, closing the door, and sitting on the offered chair. She looked around the room quickly, noting the blade, that seemed to emit similar energy to his, having been placed with care on a shelf turning to him when he spoke. "I'm going to be direct for this." he said straightening and looking in her in the eyes again, "Why have you been following me, Andr?" he asked, blunt as a hammer, making her blush lightly in embarrassment, "I was curious" she said matter of fact "You feel like you could fight on equal grounds against the most ancient and powerful beings of this world, yet from what i have seen you are as passive, if not more, than a wolf." she said her voice filled with barely restrained curiosity, before sighing and adding "I want to know why. Why you feel so powerful but are so passive. Why your power feels so ancient and dangerous while still feeling so..." she trailed off searching for the proper words "...so protective, appealing, as if it could keep me, keep anyone safe from harm." she finished looking at him as if he could answer the mysteries of the world, before adding shyly "And to know how you can look into my eyes, the eyes of an enderwoman without it being aggravating."
Blaze PoV
He blinked, leaning back in his chair and staring at her for a bit, not speaking, going over what she had said multiple times, raising a hand to stop her when she looked like she was going to speak again, and taking a slow, steady breath before replying "I can't answer all your questions. Not because I don't want to, but because I can't." he said stopping her from cutting him off "No, it's not because I want to keep those secret. It's because I, myself don't know. All I know are tidbits, things that keep slowly surfacing and my name" he said, his voice still slightly hoarse, but sounding softer, hinting at how silvery, how pleasant, it would sound once it was back to normal. "I was locked away, I'm not sure why, I only remember that it was after a long battle, during the war. It might have been so I healed without being disturbed or to stop me after I went berserk during the fight." he told her taking a breath "I know that I was, still should be, a protector, to what I don't remember clearly. That might be why my power feels how it does. I might be subconsciously be reaching out to find something." he said, muttering the last part to himself and pausing a bit, noting that she seemed to be listening attentively "That girl, Cupa, said that the last war was hundreds of years ago. When the mobs had no rulers, when they all fought for dominance." he said bitterly, surprising himself, his shoulders dropping as if the weight of the world was pressing down on them.
"I, am older than you are, than your title is, older than most of the living creatures in the world today. Most of what I knew, the people and the places, are probably completely gone and the knowledge that was needed for survival at the time has probably been forgotten." he said, his voice turning quiet towards the end and turning to the window, night had fallen.
He got up, after a few minutes of silence, catching her attention and gesturing to a corner of the room that had pillows and blankets, thrown in a pile "You can stay and sleep if you want. I'm going to stay up, I have some things to do" he said, gently taking the blade from the shelf and taking it to the workbench at the other end of the room, surrounded my materials, "I'll try to be as quiet as I can" he added towards her when she got up and grabbed a couple of blankets and a pillow, making herself a makeshift bed against a wall.
Andr Pov
When he started speaking, after his first sentences she wanted to stop him to add something, but he stopped her, told her why he couldn't tell her everything, making her wonder what had happened to make him forget.
When he told her, told her what he could, answering her questions as best as he could, she listened. The way he talked, while close to how people spoke, sounded different, more refined, his voice, while hoarse, had a dept to it, an edge that felt out of this time and that gently rubbed at her nerves, not in an unnerving way, in a calming way.
He spoke like one of the enderman elders, the oldest one, the one that had seen the first rulers and all those that came after and who hadn't tried to change the way he spoke. They spoke in a way that caught attention, voices loud enough to be heard, but sounding like they were speaking to only to one person, like they were having individual conversations with everyone that listened, while not sounding as if they were actively trying to make people listen. It surprised her, that Blaze spoke that way, but it also convinced her that what he was saying, that he was older then her and her tittle, older than even the elders, was true. She had seen, heard people trying to sound like it, none of them ever being close to how the elder and Blaze sounded even if they had practised most of their lives. It wasn't something you could learn, it was something you were raised to do.
And as quick as he started, as powerful as he seemed, as he felt, when he had gotten to the end, he seemed as if the world was weighting down on him, he seemed like he was lost, like he didn't know what he should do, but he didn't stop looking powerful, if anything he looked as if he would keep going, as if even if the world turned on him, he would keep going. And she understood why, he had said so himself, he was a protector, plain and simple, the way he had said it, even if he hadn't noticed it himself, told it all, until what he protected was safe, truly safe, he would keep bearing the weight or the world, with no regards for his own safety.
Seeing him get up snapped her our of her thoughts, and she smiled to herself once he said she could stay the night, thought she wondered what he meant by having work to do, until she saw the strange blade he carried to the crafting bench.
She would stay the night, if only to be able to ask him more in the morning or at least she tried to convince herself of it, as she made herself comfortable for the night. She watched him work for a bit, slowly falling into the arms of sleep.
ok so no author note at the top, didn't have much to add, hope you enjoy this chapter. My muse was running circles around me
Date/time of completion 2017-07-01 8:50pm