A/N Hello hello! SoulErrorArwitch here, bringing all of you awesome readers another chapter of The Reborn King! I really like this chapter. Really cool things happen that I can't speak of because it would ruin the entire chapter. But soon the Kane Arc will be finished. I like saying it that way. Makes me think this is like an anime. XD
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Disclaimer-I don't own Minecraft. Microsoft does. Just imagine how much money they get off of it…*coughs* Anyways, Elf Boy's skin is a reference to Legend of Zelda, and that belongs to Nintendo. Now onto the guest review which is not Ravenstar's!
Ninjagorulz-First things first, I love the name! I only saw the first season because I watched it on Netflix, but Ninjago is awesome! I think Levi would just stare at you like your crazy-Actually, he's doing that right now. But it's fine with me! I'm glad that you like my story so much! :D I wish you a happy day too, and as you so wisely put it…Meow!
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Chapter 19:
Weakness
Orpheus soon grew tired. Each swing of his sword drained him even more, and he barely was able to dodge each attack. Blood gushed out of several wounds all over his body.
He had lied when they distributed the armor-All that he got was a leather helmet and boots.
Armor warriors would fall apart under each of their attacks, yet even if the helmet was far away from the rest of it, the armor army would continue to seemingly rise from the dead.
Suddenly, Orpheus felt a sword go across his face. He screamed out in pain as blood started to pour down his cheeks. It hurt so badly that he felt like he was going to die. He could only see out of one eye know-The other was too injured for him to see anything at all. He tried to fight, but he was in too much pain to clearly focus.
And that was how Orpheus found himself knocked to the ground with his opponent towering over him. How Orpheus found himself on the verge of death, his weak sword too far away to be of any use at all. How Orpheus realized how stupid he was to have tried to fight this immortal army in the first place.
He wasn't even eleven years old. He was only a ten year old whose one friend was an enderman. He was only a ten year old who only knew how to play video games.
He was only a ten year old that had, minutes before, still been under the belief that this was like a video game.
But there was no respawn after this. No don't save and exit. No restart button. When he was dead, he was dead.
And that thought terrified him.
Blood continued to trickle down his face as his opponent came closer and closer. He closed his one good eye tightly. Let it be over quickly. Please let me die in one blow. Don't make it multiple attacks. Who was he praying to? He didn't know. Whatever god or deity that was watching over him obviously didn't seem to care about the strange ten year old. If he/she/it cared, he/she/it would have let him live. He wouldn't be begging for his death to be swift.
And yet, just maybe, the god/deity actually cared for him. He heard the sound of metal against metal, and when he opened his eye he saw Kane standing before him.
The teenager had his legs spread out and he was pushing his obsidian sword against the sword of Orpheus' opponent. "Get your sword. I will hold it back." Kane said. "Go!"
Orpheus crawled over to his sword. He reached out a hand to grab it and once he did so he gripped it tightly. The enderman hybrid unsteadily got to his feet, his sword shaking in his hands. He wasn't sure how he was going to fight his opponent.
But he knew that he couldn't let Kane fight alone.
A small, seemingly unimportant memory floated up from the depths of his consciousness. A memory of him staring a book with the words Augendae Tenebris. He didn't remember seeing the book before, yet at the same time he knew that he had.
And at that moment, his instinct kicked it. "Augendae Tenebris!" He yelled. Power surged through his body. Intense unmeasurable power.
To his surprise, darkness shot out of his hands. It raced up the side of his sword, every single crack getting filled with it. Lines of darkness raced up the side of the sword and tendrils licked the air around it.
Now when he wielded his sword, he suddenly felt more confident. More like the Dark Mage. And deep, deep inside the ten year old boy, the original Dark Mage gave a triumphant cry.
He charged at the opponent, knocking it back to the ground. Kane stared at his weapon in surprise. Orpheus had no doubt that the princess' descendant could feel the magic filling the air around his sword.
He continued to swing at his opponent. Another memory surfaced as he continued to fight. A memory of a battle similar to this one, and two words spoken as past Orpheus peered down into armor just like the one before him now. The memory burned with fierce clarity as Orpheus knocked the helmet off the armor. He jumped onto its back and stared down into what had seemed dark at first.
But down at the armor's waist was a small orb of light. "Ignis Tenebris." He simply said. Flames of darkness shot out of his finger tips and hit the orb.
The orb shattered into tiny particles. The armor fell lifeless to the ground as Orpheus jumped off it, and to his surprise the other suits of armor all staggered slightly.
"There's an orb of light inside them!" He yelled to the group. "If you hit the orb, they can't get back up! And I think it weakens the entire army!"
After Orpheus' exclamation, the army soon fell easily.
The room was white. An almost blinding white. Those were the only thoughts that ran through her head as she stood before her creator. The true Creator of all. The rest of Minecraftia were fools for not realizing who the one that began the universe truly was.
She knelt on the ground, not daring to glanced upon her leader. "Your army has been beaten, my lady." She said. "The Dark Mage managed to remember a couple of spells before he could be killed."
"I see." She shivered at the sheer power that filled the room as her lady spoke barely above a whisper. "How is he doing?"
Her lady didn't need to say who they were talking about-Her loyal servant instinctively knew.
"He is still keeping them under the illusion of him being mortal." Her face twisted into a look of disgust at the thought of it. She couldn't possibly understand how he would ever be able to pull off something like that. The mere idea of being considered mortal horrified her.
"Adelfi, what four things are important in a true warrior?" She stared at her lady with surprise. This was something that she had learned when she was little-Simple memorization. With their victory over Herobrine soon approaching, and the reborn having been brought to Minecraftia by that meddlesome god, seeing if she remembered the four parts seemed trivial.
Yet she still answered. "The first is loyalty. A true warrior must be loyal to the ones they follow and their allies."
Her creator nodded. "Go on."
"The second is intelligence. A true warrior must be intelligent enough to understand a situation and break it down so they can survive."
She once again nodded.
"The third is strength. A true warrior must be strong enough to fight their opponents."
Her answer was greeted by a gesture for her to continue speaking. "And the fourth, my lady, is bravery. A warrior must be brave enough to fight a seemingly unbeatable opponent."
"You're correct, Adelfi." Her lady got to her feet, a cue for Adelfi to do the same. "There are four that each possess one of those traits. I have already gather information on them. You are to bring them into Minecraftia."
A scroll appeared in her lady's hands. She handed it to Adelfi. "Their names are written down on that, along with everything I know about them."
She stared down at scroll that was thrust into her hands. Four humans greeted her eyes, each going about a boring day. Not only were they human, but they were teenagers as well. A warrior, in Adelfi's opinion, should be older and more experienced in the ways of the world. Teenagers were no better than babies in her eyes.
Her blue eyes quickly scrolled down the list of names. Even though she didn't agree with her creator's choice of warriors, she knew very well that she couldn't argue with her.
Adelfi glanced back up at her lady. "I'm going to bring them to the fortress, correct?"
Her lady shook her head. "No. Let them wander and learn of this world. I want to join Herobrine's little group. When they finally join our side after their journey, we'll have more information on that god than ever before."