Hey ya'll, it's Enderdeath! I hope you're having a great day, and I hope to make it even better with this new chapter! This chapter has 1,556 words. NOTE: I do NOT own Mianite, any Youtubers mentioned, Minecraft, and really, I don't own anything except the idea.
The Random Observation has made its way to the first author's note this time because Ironhideandratchet4ever brought up a very good question: "Is it Killertom or Syndicate?" This is the exact reason I first wanted to use the User Created instead of Killertom in the first place, because I wanted to avoid this confusion. The only flaw there was, I couldn't find out what the User Created's minecraft skin looked like, and before you ask, I searched EVERYWHERE. For once, Google was less than helpful. But anyway, to answer the question, I am using Killertom. As you will see in this chapter, the wizards call the 'players' by their last names, so Jordan = Sparklez, Tucker = Jeriicho, etc. Now let's get this party rolling!
Chapter 3
"Thanks for building the saltshaker, Wag!" Sparklez said, paying the wizard fifteen diamonds. Wag smiled and slipped the diamonds into his pockets, enjoying the satisfying clink of the gems.
"It was no problem," Wag shrugged nonchalantly, still smiling. "I'm sure Mr. Syndicate will be quite, ah, salty when he comes home."
Sparklez laughed and adjusted his sunglasses. "I'm sure he will be."
"Pleasure doing business with you," Wag shook Sparklez's hand and nodded farewell. Sparklez waved and ran off back to his house, probably going to get the supplies for a mining adventure to replenish his supply of diamonds. Wag shook his head in amusement. Ordinary mortals were so queer. Their daily lives revolved around working hard for food and resources. It toughened them up, made them stronger, and made it easier for them to fight mobs. The harder they worked, the more experienced they grew, but Wag knew that someday, it would be all over for them. One by one, his mortal friends would disappear from life. It made him sad to think that someday, Sparklez would die. He was a good man, always respectful to him. Syndicate too, was showing a particular interest in building. Jeriicho, he may not miss so much. He was honestly quite arrogant, but was still friendly nonetheless.
Wag sighed. Being timelessly immortal could sometimes be depressing. He would never grow old. He would watch the seasons change endlessly. The world would change around him and he would stay the same. Two hundred years from now, he would still be the same person. Of course, that was only assuming something else didn't kill him.
There was a difference between truly immortal and timelessly immortal. Truly immortal meant that you could not be harmed. Disease, natural causes, or humans could not kill you. Timelessly immortal only meant that you stayed alive for however long something didn't kill you. Smite swords, the unaltered void, and even falling could kill someone who was timelessly immortal.
Wag winced, rubbing his side. He knew first hand that smite swords could kill him. He had practically had a conversation with Death after – no. Bad Waglington. Don't think about that day. It won't bring him back. Thinking about him won't make it any easier.
Which reminded him, he needed to apologize to Tom. He shouldn't have said all those hurtful things a few days ago. It wasn't even Tom's fault that he died. If Wag looked at the real reason he died, it was all Princess Khione's fault.
Still, he couldn't exactly go around blaming a goddess for all the troubles in his life. He had to be strong and face up to her trials. He was convinced everything bad that had happened in his life was some sort of a test. So far, he had no idea if he'd passed any, but he was going to make sure he kept trying to face these tests with a smile on his face and strength in his heart.
Wag closed his eyes and concentrated on a specific location. There was a faint whooshing noise and he opened his silvery eyes to find himself in front of Tom's door. Wag smirked. The thirteen years he had lived as a normal human – well, as normal as he could get with wizardly powers – had taught him to always knock before entering a room. Nether, you could even knock on a door with a stick and you could still be called 'polite.'
Wag raised his fist and gently knocked on the diamond coloured door. He waited a few seconds but was surprised when Matt opened the door instead of Tom.
"I was looking for Tom," Matt said, answering Wag's unspoken question. "Have you seen him? I heard you two got into an argument the other day."
"That's why I was looking for him," Wag sighed, voice heavy with worry. "I wanted to apologize. I said some things that I really shouldn't have said. They weren't even true – I just lost control of my anger."
"Yeah, you really need to work on controlling your temper," Matt glared at Wag, accusation sharp on his words. "Now we don't know where Tom is, or even how upset he could be."
"I'm scared, too, you know. Tom was my first friend, and he's still my best friend," Wag trembled. "He's the one who helped – helped me be brave enough to stand up to my – my family." Wag started to visibly shake and his eyes darted around fearfully.
Matt laid a comforting hand on Wag's shoulder. "Hey man, it's okay. We'll find him," Matt reassured him, voice changing to a soothing tone. Wag nodded but he started blinking rapidly, as if forcing back tears. "Listen, I'll search the savannah and you can search the desert. We meet back here at eight o' clock if we don't find Tom."
"Okay," Wag half-smiled, afraid to be hopeful. He closed his eyes again and teleported, this time opening his eyes to an endless stretch of sand dunes and canyons. "Ready or not, Tom, I'm going to find you."
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It was getting close to sunset by the time Wag spotted the blue cats running around. He stopped, narrowing his eyes as he tried to decide if the cats were a trick of the light. Nope. There were legitimately diamond coloured ocelots running around in the sand.
He rounded the dune and saw Tom sitting in the sand, knees pulled up to his chin. He was staring at nothing, occasionally rubbing an ocelot behind its ears when it approached him.
"Tom?" Wag asked, half-expecting for Tom to ignore him. The other wizard turned to look at Wag, eyes devoid of emotion. "I'm really sorry about what I said the other day. I didn't mean it. I wasn't thinking. I lost control."
Tom turned his head away again without speaking. But he patted the ground next to him to invite Wag to sit down. Wag walked over and sat in the spot that Tom had indicated. He watched Tom, noticing little details about the wizard that he never would have noticed otherwise. In the red sunlight, Tom's cloak appeared to have shimmering patterns of cat's faces. Tom's eyes also seemed to faintly glow and his birch wand was wreathed in a pale crystal blue aura. Minor details, sure, but Wag found them quite intricate and interesting.
"What's your power?" Tom asked, the unexpected question rendering Wag speechless for a total of three seconds.
"You mean my aura?" Wag asked, referring to the mystic colour of an individual wizard's spell. The wizard's aura was usually reflected in their eyes; Tom had diamond coloured eyes, therefore his aura was the colour of polished diamonds. Matt's eyes were yellow, and his spells were also yellow. "My aura is silver, if that's what you mean."
"I'm not talking about your aura," Tom said, facing Wag again. "I'm talking about your power. Sure, your aura can be reflected in your power, but it's not your power."
Wag tilted his head, confused. Tom brought out his wand and slowly traced an equilateral triangle into the sand. He tapped the center of the triangle and another diamond coloured cat shimmered into existence, standing on the triangle. It ran off to join the other cats, waving its tail wildly in excitement.
"You can summon cats?" Wag asked, realization beginning to dawn on him. "So that's your power?" Tom nodded, confirming Wag's question.
"You try. Trace a shape on the ground; it will come to you which shape you should draw. Then tap the center of your chosen shape with your wand and your power should activate," Tom said.
Wag stared at the sand for a few minutes before deciding on what shape he should draw. Slowly and ever so carefully, he traced a spiral into the sand with the tip of his wand. He gently tapped the center of the spiral and a thick fog started rising from his wand. His eyes followed the fog up into the air, where it started tom form a large cloud. The unnatural silver cloud started swirling and it grew larger, quickly stretching across the whole sky. In the center under the whole cloud, Wag stood up, quickly followed by Tom. They watched as lightning crackled in the cloud, and thunder rolled ominously over the landscape.
Wag's eyes widened when the center of the cloud starting stretching downwards, still twisting around like a drill. He saw Tom start to tremble as they realized what was going on. The diamond ocelots dissipated into thin air as Tom's anxiety interrupted the spell.
"Tornado," Wag whispered. He grabbed Tom's arm as the tornado started reaching towards them hungrily. Tom screamed as the winds whipped their cloaks around and he closed his eyes, trying to hide from the silver storm.
Wag also closed his eyes, but he imagined himself in Khione's stable, with Tom safely by his side. When he reopened his eyes, he was standing exactly where he had imagined, and Tom was indeed standing right next to him, eyes still clenched shut even though the danger of the tornado had passed. When Wag glanced outside, the skies were clear of any clouds, silver or normal.
"Well," Wag commented, rubbing the curious Khione's nose as he spoke. "I think I know what my power is."
Yay! Waglington has a power and many things are explained! Maybe we can get three more reviews for another chapter tomorrow?
Wizard QotD: "Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light." - Albus Dumbledore, The Prisoner of Azkaban
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