Outlanders – Chapter 5 – All Good Things Must End
Screaming. Rythian turned around to see a dreadful sight, the town burning. Without thinking, Rythian ran back to his people to help them, to stop whatever caused this tragedy. As he got closer and closer he heard strange sounds, hissing, moans, rattling of bones. 'What's going on?' He thought as he neared his home.
Explosions were going off, decimating anything around it. Arrows shot through the air like bullets. The screams were loud and heartbreaking; they were the screams of people dying.
"NO!" Rythian yelled, charging into the burning town; houses set afire, roads crushed and crumbled, deep holes littered the ground just like the bodies of dead Mecans. Looking around and in the flames he could make out figures, Mecans running for their lives, and monsters. Giant spiders, skeletons, zombies and so many more were destroying everything. For one of the first times in his life, Rythian felt fear.
An arrow sored by his head, snapping him out of the trance he was in. Looking behind he saw a Skeleton aiming at him, so he bolted. He ran just like his people. The flames made a maze where there was no exit as it changed every second.
Shrill calls echoed through the night as tall black figures popped up all over the place and disappeared within moments. A few tailed Rythian as he continued to run. "GET AWAY FROM ME!" He shouted and he through a burning stick at them. They cried their terrible call and disappeared, only to come back right behind Rythian.
They grabbed him, but Rythian wasn't going to die, not tonight, so he powered his way out of the dark monster's grasp. He screamed in pain, as he broke free, for the monster didn't let go easily, and wound up clawing Rythian's lower jaw.
The young mage fell to the ground, bleeding and in pain; he just laid there listening to all the screams, to the unnatural sounds of monsters, and the roaring flames that would soon consume him.
Then all went quiet, nothing but the crackling of the fire, so the young mage took the chance and opened his eyes. Everything was gone, no people, no monsters, just gone. Rythian felt tears come to his eyes as he realized… he was all alone. He sat there in the use-to-be town square, crying.
"Sadness, that is one thing I have never understand." A deep shadowy voice said.
Rythian turned around to see, no not a man, but one of the tall, black monsters. He crawled back; afraid of what this demon would do to him. "G-get away…" Rythian said through tears as he looked at the Enderman. This one though looked different the then rest, it wore clothes like a long purple and gold robe and a crown with these strange eye crystals imbedded in it. What stood out about it is that it looked more humanoid then the rest, like a cross between human and Enderman.
"Don't be afraid of me, boy-" The Enderman started.
"WHY SHOULDN'T I BE?! YOU KILLED MY PEOPLE!" Rythian yelled out in rage.
The Enderman flinched at the sudden defense of the mage. "We weren't the ones killing your kind."
"Well I saw you taking away my people! You even tried to take me-" Rythian said, but was cut off by the ender.
"We were trying to get your kind out of here, but… we didn't succeed. We've lost members to those ruthless monsters as well." The Enderman said looking around them to see the surviving endermen walk up. "We were trying to help you."
Rythian glared at them and said nothing.
"I understand that you might not trust us, but please, you must get out of here as of more monster will come." Then enderman said.
"And where should I go?" Rythian asked standing up.
The enderman smiled, "Come with us, and we'll teach you how to survive in this world." He said holding out one of his hands.
Rythian looked the enderman in the eye and realized they were the same as his. He then looked that the extended hand then back to the face of the Enderman. "Alright." Rythian said after some time, taking the enderman's hand.
"What is your name, boy?" The Enderman said slightly tightening his grip on the young mage's hand.
"It's Rythian."
Then Ender couldn't help but chuckle. "I think you'll fit in just fine, Rythian. I am the Enderlord Azelinus." The enderlord said bowing his head slightly to the mage.
Then all the other endermen started teleporting away. "Where are they going?" Rythian asked.
"We're taking you to our sanctuary, where you'll be safe young one." The enderlord said with a smile. "Now clear your mind, let no thought in, or teleporting might be painful."
Rythian gulped and shut his eyes tight, clearing his mind. Particles started to swarm around the mage and enderlord and with a sudden sound they were gone.
Things happen to us for a reason, sometimes we don't know this reason but it decides how we think, how we act, how we feel; it defines who we are.