Chapter 8: Destiny
Sorry for all these big gaps of time between updates. I had completely abandoned this story until I was reminded of it. We will see about future chapters or not. It all depends when I want to write. On to the story!
Max tossed and turned in his sleep. A dream started to come into focus as his mind slipped into the subconscious. Fire. Lava. The smell of smoke and burning filled the air. The landscape was villages burning to the ground. Max could hear the screams of people in panic from on top of the cliff.
"This is your doing," a powerful voice boomed.
"No!" Max yelled out. "I didn't do it!"
"Oh, but you did," the deep voice replied. "You will, anyway."
A man came up next to Max on the cliff. Max didn't see who it was, because he already knew it was Him. He had seen the man many times in his dreams. Plus, he didn't feel like seeing His creepy white eyes.
"Isn't it marvelous?" Herobrine asked looking down at the fiery sight.
Angered by Herobrine's comment, Max punched him in the stomach.
"You never learn, do you Max?" He asked with a growl. "You never learn to respect your father. I would expect you to be more like me."
"I will never be like you," Max said.
"On the contrary," Herobrine commented before turning into a purple, misty cloud. The cloud flew straight into Max, causing him to collapse. He twitched and fell to the ground as the dark force tried to take over him. His eyes went white. Max yelled out as a fireball was released from his being. The energy he released was enough to expel Herobrine from his body.
"You have gotten stronger," Herobrine said now in his normal form. "But not strong enough to deny your destiny. You will be the destroyer of Minecraftia, and there is nothing you can do to stop it."
Max shot up straight in bed. He was awake and out of that terrifying nightmare. That dream was becoming more and more common. He knew that his father thought that Max would become evil. That would never happen though; if he had any say in it.
It was still dark, but there was no way Max was going back to bed after the nightmare. With a spark, a small flame rose from his palm. He was able to control, create, or extinguish flames with the power of his mind. This power came from his father being ruler of the nether, a hellish dimension. Max still hadn't learned how to use his powers fully, but it was coming along.
Using his orange flame as light, he checked the clock on the wall. It was four in the morning, meaning that the sun would be up soon. He heard some rustling and his flame quickly evaporated. A groggy Alaya looked around and saw Max standing there.
"Why are you up so early?" Alaya asked.
"Bad dream," Max replied.
"Oh, well we're up now, so why don't we do something?"
"Okay," he said.
"How about an early morning walk?"
"Sure."
Max followed Alaya out the door and onto the cobblestone street.
Hopefully the next chapter will come sooner, but that's all I have to say! See you next time!