[A/N] What up folks! Been a long time I know :) I seriously ran outta excuses this time 'round. My exams are over, I have no more tution for this week, and I still procastinate. That's me. :) Been catching up on other fanfics instead. You could say I was 'looking for inspiration' (to put it in a nicer way). Since I have waited so long, I shall not keep you back with this apologetic author's note!

Enjoy!

********Tales of Kingdoms Chapter 6************

'I looked around in absolute horror. "What in the Nether..." Half of the Guild's houses were either lying on the floor as rubble, or were black ashes. There were bodies, most dead strewn all over the place and I cringed as I passed each one. All those people... Some I could recognise, but some were too badly burnt or mauled that all that was left of them was a chunk of bloody flesh. I pained me to see the people I once knew, once talked with or trained with in what seemed like a million years back, all dead, all gone.'

'Acrid smoke filled my nostrils wherever I went, and the crackling noise of flames that still had not been put out by the remaining survivors who were trugding around with water buckets and building materials strapped to their tool belts, trying to rebuild the damage that the mobs had done to the Guild. Depressing cries of the townsfolk rang out as they found their family and friends either missing or dead. Everywhere ash. Everywhere sadness and depression.'

'This was when I swore my revenge to the mobs. Every one of them, big or small, reficule or not, I even hated the passive mobs then, which was stupid now that I look back on it. I would cut, hack, maul, claw, shred, bite, do anything to repay what those vile monsters had done to my precious home. Pulling out Dartfang, I felt its hum, like it was eager for blood. I was, too.'

'Sheathing my sword, I looked up with a steely look in my eyes. I had to vent my anger on something, it was too much to contain. I knew exactly the place to do it. Jumping up Cornbred, I gripped his reins and gave him a nudge to go forward. He seemed to understand what my intentions were and surged forward, neighing.'

'We galloped across the snowy pine forest. The white crystals of half frozen water had just started falling, slowly at first, then increasing in number till a flurry of coldness pelted us as we rode on. This'll give the villagers a break on trying to put out the fires. Fortunately, I knew my way around the tall forest enough to not lose my way in the storm, and halted at my destination not far after.'

'There it was, right in front of me. A clearing came in sight, spruces surrounding the edge of it, like they didn't dare grow any closer to what was in it. We kept behind the foilage, Cornbred silent but twitchy, wanting to charge into battle. I managed to keep him still without causing him to whine. A great evil lurked in that clearing, and no sane man would willingly venture into that space. But I could hardly be counted as sane in my state of depression and fury.'

'In the centre, crackling of fire could be heard, and there was thick iron bars surrounding a endless hole, which went all the way down, past even bedrock, into the void. Bloody red mounds were scattered around the bars, and cracked and mossy stone replaced the dirt flooring, Around it, all vegetation, grass, ferns and flower, withered. Nothing alive was there. But there was more than meets the eye.'

'As we watched on, I caught a glimpse of a dark outline that flashed across my vision in seconds. There. That was the sign I was looking for. Reficules. Slowly unsheathing my blade, I waited in silence for another few moments. Cornbred seemed to tense up with me, I didn't have to quieten him down as often as before. He sensed the danger. Another glimpse. I kneed Cornbred and we charged. '

'As soon as we could be seen, more than a dozen Reficules, all armed with bows or floating with an evil obsidian colored aura surrounding them, appeared as if through thin air. Just as I thought. A Reficule camp. They screamed in delight and contempt at being able to kill a Minecraftian, and also partly in anger of me invading their home. They invaded mine. I will make them pay.'

'Yelling and screaming back at them, I thrust my sword into the nearest Reficule, and he crumbled to nothing. The rest of his mates roared in outrage, and charged towards me with loaded bows. One of them prepared to fire, but my reflexes were faster. I smacked him in the arm, making him drop his weapon and scream in fury. With a mighty swing of my sword, I beheaded him and he was no more.'

'The rest were getting angry. A volley of black arrows cut through the air. Cornbred was quick, though, and fled. An arrow lodged into the ground where I had been a second ago. Muttering an affectionate comment to my steed, we charged again. I was careful to steer Cornbred well away from the everlasting fires that were fuelled from the bloody Netherack, and the fires caused by the evil sorcerers floateing above me.'

'Killing three more rotting skeleton reficules, I had a breather for a few moments. Using that time to pull out my bow, I fired two arrows at the sorcerers. One hit it right in the chest, and the other loged firmly into his red eye. It hissed widly and went down, bursting into dust once it landed. I kept firing till the ground army advanced, then I stowed my bow behind my back and pulled out my trusty sword, and leapt into the fray with my brave horse.'

'I put all my rage, all my anger, sadness and loneliness into every strike. All my battle tactics that I learnt as a knight went down the drain, which was a foolish thing to do, but I was to gone to care then. I hacked wildly, swinging and slashing like a mad man, which I was. I heard the thump and my sword shook as it connnected with the ribcage of one reficule. It dropped to the ground in my shock, and I despreatly stooped to reach it. Being unarmed with only a bow in close quarters combat could mean death. Fortunately, my hands closed on the rough hilt that I knew so well.'

'Not so fortunately, a reficule shot a fire charge straight at me. Cornbred was too stunned to move, and like a deer stuck in the headlights, rooted to the spot. It hit me, and my clothes immeadiately ignited. Crying out in shock and terror, I fell off Cornbred and rolled on the floor, trying to put it out. My arm was badly burned, but I thanked god that I wasn't my sword arm. If not, I'd be toast. Literally.'

'A archer reficule grinned evilly. It placed its fithy rotten foot on my chest, evidently thinking that I had been beaten. I certainly thought I was. I suddenly realised what a fool I had been, charging a reficule camp with no backup, just to vent some steam. I was broken, finally giving up and closing my eyes in defeat.'

' BAM! I felt the weight on my chest removed as something yellow sailed over my body and caught the reficule, tramping and crushing it. Cornbred! I was filled with more hope and vigour in seeing my pal triumph over the monsters. Hurridly mounting him proudly, I renewed my attack again on the mobs, this time using my speed and agility to my advantage.'

'Targeting the vital points of the mobs, I snapped the neck of one beast and punctured what little fleah of another. They both died instantly.'

'Almost all the skeletal archers were defeated. I got my bow again, firing the arrows I collected at the flying ones. The fire caused by them was all over the place, but luckily they didn't have a particularlly good aim and none of them hit me or my stallion. But some of the trees were burning, and I knew I had to stop the fire before it got out of hand and burnt the whole forest.'

'Finishing off the last few stragglers with precise aiming from my bow, I mopped up the rest of the army. Then, getting a bucket of water from my inventory, I doused all of the flames, including the ones on the Netherack. Then I dismounted and me and Cornbred sat in silence. I petted him and gave him some extra wheat in my hotbar. Then we relaxed in there, watching as the previously murky grey grass that whitered when the reficules occupied the place turn a vibrant green. Flowers also spread across the area, and I collected some as I knew the item seller was fond of them and would pay a high price if sold.'

'After a while, I got up and pulling out my pickaxe, and started to bash the iron bars. They could come in handy for rebuilding the town, since almost half of it was either burned down or blasted into bits by the invasion. And iron was always sold for a good price.'

'I chopped some spruces down as well, and replanted the sappys. (that's what he calls the saplings) Then I hopped on Cornbred once again and he broke off in a weary trot, both of us tired from previous battles. Almost all my anger had dissipated into a dull sadness, and I could think clearly again. My left arm started hurting like the Nether, since the adredeline that enabled me to ignore it earlier was gone, all drained away like my energy. I had to get a Healer when I got to the Guild.'

[A/N] Well, that's it folks! Bit of a abrupt ending, and longer than usual, but I wanted to compensate for you waiting so long. Also I forgot to say that the new 'Legend of Hoodie' came out! And Tales of Kingdoms ended :( But the other series is just as good, If not better. I dunno if I'd do that once I finish this though. Maybe. Bye! (I just love abrupt endings)