(I'm so sorry this took a while to come out! I've been having a bit of a personal issue, but it's nearly resolved, so look forward to more!)
Chapter 11:
We were all quiet as we ate dinner, Damien finishing and washing his plate, then stretching, grabbing two apple's. I finished as well, but before I could get up and wash my plate, Adam took it, having finished as well, Damien stepping out of his way so he could wash the plates. I just sat here, softly smiling to myself, watching him.
"I just need a blanket and I'm good for the night." Damien announced, yawning. I got up, going upstairs and to the spare bedroom, grabbing a blanket and returning to him. "Thanks, goodnight." He stated, yawning once more and going out the back door. Adam came over, wrapping his arms around my neck, burying his face behind my ear.
"Let's go to bed." He whispered. I let him basically drag me upstairs, to his room instead of mine. He stripped himself down, me getting my shirt off in time to find him stripping me of my pants. I shakily exhaled as Adam slowly let his fingers roam, Adam kissing my knee, both of his hands resting on my calf. He stood up again, picking me up bridal style, startling me at how strong he actually was, placing me on the bed gently as he loomed over me. He kissed me passionately on the lips, but instead of the kiss being long and blissful, it was short and sweet. Lying next to me, Adam held me firmly to his chest, and I buried my face into his warmth, welcoming it.
He reached down and pulled the cover of the bed up and over my shoulders, covering all the way up my body until stopping at my nose. I snuggled closer to him, one arm wrapped protectively around my waist, the other under my side, wrapping up to hold my stomach and part of my chest. I sighed, relaxing as I fell asleep.
Once more, I'm met by a vision of the girl, of Notch, and of Herobrine. Creating the world, fighting each other, or about to as the girl distracted them, forcing them to come together and defeat her. They then went their separate ways, forgetting their hatred of the other, ruling both the Over-world and Hell together in harmony.
I opened my eyes, meeting Adam's chest, smiling softly as I yawned, pushing my face against his soft skin. Sitting up as his arms fell away from me, holding the empty space, I stretched, waking my sleeping limbs. There was a knock at the door.
"Adam, seriously, wake up dude." I heard Jerome state. I got up, opening the door softly as I rubbed my eyes. "Oh, Ty, you're up, great, your friend Damien isn't in the guest bedroom." Jerome informed me. I softly laughed.
"He sleeps with Caramel, he's fine." I informed him. He sighed.
"That's a relief, now why don't you get dressed." Jerome suggested. "No shirt, no shoes, no service." He joked, walking away as I shut the door. I found my clothing on the floor, getting dressed, then looking around Adam's room. I approached his mirror, looking myself over. I took in a sharp breath, my claws slowly seeping through the magic of the bracelet. I hurried to my room, going through some old stuff, finding an old bottle I'd left here in case I came back. Making sure my door was positively locked, I took off the bracelet and opened the bottle as my claws grew larger than ever before and my wings stretched to be longer than both my arms, still folding neatly behind my back, making them look small. My tail curled up, being longer, stronger, and more flexible than before.
Placing the bracelet down, I poured the slightest bit of the glowing yellow-green potion onto it, making it glow brightly. And change to a darker shade of purple. Slowly, I picked it back up, slipping it on. The refreshed power of the bracelet surged through me, making me take a deep breath as my wings, tail, and claws disappeared. I sighed. Thank god that worked. I'd read a book when I was younger, it said that if you have any magical item that begins to lose its power, you can make or find a potion of enchantment. It restores it to full power. I'm glad it wasn't a lie. I left my room, going back to Adam's, crawling onto the bed and snuggling close to him once more. He stirred, kissing my cheek as he sat up partially, leaning over me.
"Good morning." He mumbled, rubbing his eyes. His eyes. I sat up as quickly as I could, Adam stretching, his eyes closed as he yawned. Standing, he approached his dresser, where his mirror sat, picking up his glasses and putting them back on. I sighed.
"Good morning." I responded.
"How was your night?"
"Ok, I had a strange dream, but nothing more." I insisted, standing and letting him hold me, my back to his chest.
"That's good." He muttered, resting his head on my shoulder. His breathing was paced, but I felt him get partially limp, turning to find him asleep. I laughed, moving him back to the bed and lying him down again.
"Good night Adam." I whispered, leaving the room. I walked downstairs, the sun not even up yet, but drawing close to the horizon, the sky a light, pale blue. I went out back, finding Damien covered in a blanket, using Caramel's neck as a pillow, her head by his stomach. I shook my head. He's adorable.
Walking down the railing, I went over to Snow-Dust, who picked his head up as he heard me approaching, nickering as I got closer. I sat down next to him, running a hand over his silk soft coat, using him as a pillow partially. I sighed.
"I want to see his eyes Snow-Dust, but I don't want to force him to do what he doesn't want to do." I whispered. Snow-Dust nodded, as if understanding. "He loves me, but won't show me what I want to see… God damn it, and he's onto me Snow-Dust." I continued, burying in face into his neck.
"Hey Ty." I jumped, looking to Jerome, who was on the porch, leaning over the railing. "We're going mining, want to join?"
"Sure." I nodded, smiling.
"Good." Jerome stuck his tongue out at me playfully, turning and entering the house again. I sighed. I guess he didn't hear my conversation. I stood, running a hand behind Snow-Dust's ear, then going back inside, finding Adam had staggered down and was now sitting at the table, face first, asleep once more by the looks of it. At least he was dressed.
"Good morning." I stated, pulling up a seat next to him.
"Good morning." He yawned, not lifting his head from the table. I nudged the side of his head.
"You ok?" I started, concerned, trying to turn his head to the side so I could see his face. He wouldn't let me.
"Yeah." He yawned again. "I'm just wearing the ugliest pair of sunglasses ever because mine broke." He informed me.
"Let me see them." I requested. He lifted his head up, looking to me. I blinked. "They look the exact same as the other ones." I argued. He shrugged.
"Whatever, where did you go?" He began, pulling me from my chair and holding me on his own. I smiled.
"I went outside." I informed him.
"Are you two going to eat like that?" Ian questioned as he walked downstairs. I laughed.
"Yes." Adam insisted. I looked to him.
"What? But you can't even see the table." I determined.
"Then maybe I should sit on your lap and feed you myself." Adam answered, smiling.
"But-" Not giving me time to respond, Adam kissed me, making me shut up almost instantly, moving me back to my own chair. Jerome placed some food down in front of us, Mitch fixing his shirt as he walked down from upstairs. Not letting the kiss break, Adam felt around for a fork, grabbing it as he somehow managed to pick up a piece of food with it. He then broke the kiss of and fed it to me. I glared at him, but let him continue none the less. We ended up sharing a fork, and the others just sat there, awkwardly watching as they slowly ate themselves.
"Why don't we ever do stuff like that?" Jerome suddenly demanded, letting his fork fall to his plate as he continued watching us with a frown, sitting up straight. Mitch nearly choked. Jerome didn't seem to care, just continued watching us.
"What?" Mitch asked after Ian helped calm him down again.
"Why don't we ever do stuff like that?" Jerome repeated, still staring.
"It's never crossed my mind?" Mitch tried. Jerome sighed, continuing to eat. "Jerome?"
"Nothing." He mumbled, closing his eyes as he continued eating.
"No, Jerome, look at me." Mitch basically demanded, placing his forked down and cupping Jerome's cheek, making Jerome look to him. "What's wrong?"
"I don't know, Adam just seems to be so romantic with Ty, and then we've been together forever and you've never done anything like that." Jerome concluded. I started trying to make Adam stop, causing Adam to pause.
"You're jealous? Of Adam? A man older than you?" Mitch questioned. Jerome huffed.
"No, I'm just saying you don't do anything like that." Jerome argued.
"Because I'm not a corny romantic." Mitch snickered.
"Hey!" Adam started, looking at Mitch like he was crazy. I picked up my own fork and continued eating, trying to ignore the conversation.
"What? It's the truth." Mitch teased, letting go of Jerome's cheek as Jerome also continued eating.
"Sorry, I haven't seen Ty in a year and I just wanted to make him feel special." Adam snapped. "Not like you would know how that kind of thing works." He mumbled.
"At least I have someone close to my age and not 4 years younger than me." Mitch mumbled back. Ian quickly caught Adam as he stood, sitting him down again as Mitch stared at him. Just sit here. Just sit here. Just don't move.
"Would you two stop fighting, you're acting like-"
"Shut up, you wouldn't know he first thing about love!" Adam interrupted. Ian growled.
"Says who?" He demanded.
"Says me." Adam declared. "You couldn't see love if it was right in front of your face! Which it is by the way!" They started bickering back and forth, but I zoned then out, not caring anymore. My hearing tuned in on footsteps, pounding ones, coming from a… horse, a heavily weighted down horse. I took in a sharp breath, my head snapping up as Snow-Dust let out a whinny, Damien shouting as he tried controlling him by the sound of it, Caramel acting up as I ran upstairs, everyone getting quiet instantly. "Ty?" Adam started. I rushed back down in my cloak, complete with my bracers and helmet, smearing charcoal on my face. "No, don't you dare tell me you're leaving." Adam began, following me. I looked to him with a smile.
"I wouldn't leave, I agreed to go mining with you guys, don't worry." I assured. Rushing outside, I found Damien with Snow-Dust's reins, Snow-Dust throwing his head about as someone approached quickly from the distance, his hooves off the ground as he kicked all about, trying to hit Damien.
"That isn't Michael-"
"But it's a Central guard." I finished, jumping the railing. "Snow-Dust, whoa boy!" I yelled, taking him from Damien as he mounted Caramel. Snow-Dust calmed down, still fidgeting in a panic sort of fashion. Still managing to mount him, I looked to Adam, giving him the best, forced smile I could. "I'll be back." I informed him.
"We have to go!" Damien informed me, Caramel fidgeting as well.
"Wait, I just want to talk!" The man yelled, not nearly as far away as he used to be. Adam slowly nodded.
"Ok…" He barely managed to whisper. Damien came over, hitting Snow-Dust hard, making him take off, Caramel following behind.
"We can't just sit there to say goodbye to people Deadlox!" Damien screamed at me.
"Shut up!" I yelled back, the man slowing down by the house.
"I thought Michael said you'd cooperate with us." The man started; his tone harsh.
"We were never told-"
"This is your warning, no matter if you guard this town with your life or not, your loyalty lies with the City, remember that." He coldly stated, continuing to follow us.
~Adam~
I finished packing my bag, placing it over my shoulder as I went back downstairs.
"Why are you leaving? Ty said he'd-"
"I need to speak with someone, when he gets back let him know I'll be back shortly, I'm not going far." I interrupted, heading out back. Such a lie, and yet the truth too.
"… Fine, but don't take long, and about this morning, I'm sorry I made such a mess of things." Jerome apologized. I chuckled.
"You're fine." I called. I walked until I was out of view of the house then slipped a crystal from my pocket. The Crystal was made of Obsidian and butter. "My Uncle's mark." I whispered into it. I was surrounded by buttery particles, until everything went black. When I woke up a bit later, I was met by a stone wall.
I sat up, putting a hand to my head and standing, grunting as my back and knees popped. Leaving the room made for me, I walked down the bright, quiet halls, the windows big and the carpets soft. I looked around, trying to find my Uncle. Where are you…?
"Sky, what are you doing here? Without word? Has your father sent you again?" I turned around, having looked into the dining hall, but finding no one. My Uncle was behind me. I softly laughed, shaking my head.
"No, my father didn't send me Uncle; I actually came to talk with you about something." I informed him.
"Anything." He assured me with a smile, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and walking us down the hallways.
"You know how your general wants to speak with the owner of Snow-Dust?"
"Ah, yes, a fine man with a fine colt, why?" He questioned, smiling.
"Why does the general want Snow-Dust?" I continued as we entered the courtyard, a few guards stationed out here. They nodded respectfully to us both, and we both nodded back.
"I don't quite know. I'd think as a personal steed, perhaps? The general would surely pay a hefty price for a horse like that; he wouldn't steal the horse if that's what you're getting at." He determined. I slowly nodded, frowning. "Is something wrong Sky?"
"My friend owns Snow-Dust." I bluntly concluded. "The guards hunting him down are giving him a lot of trouble over the horse. In fact, he ran from the house all dressed and ready to disappear in the middle of breakfast and rode off with Snow-Dust just so a guard wouldn't get him. He says they're trying to take Snow-Dust from him and he won't let it happen." I explained as we once more entered the castle, making our way into the common room and sitting down.
"I see…" Uncle muttered, staring off into space as he thought about that.
"Snow-Dust is everything to my friend. I don't want to see him hurt, or worse." I added.
"Does the general know your friend won't give him Snow-Dust?"
"I'd imagine, considering he's apparently been denying the general's request to meet in person." I shrugged. "Or he's stupid." My Uncle shot me a look. "Sorry…" I timidly assured. He sighed.
"Then it's gotten out of hand." He determined, pulling us both back up, wrapping his arm once more around my shoulders. "I'll tell him to stop."
"Thanks, it means a lot, and it will to my friend as well."
"May I ask something?" Uncle started as he picked up a piece of paper, taking a quill, dipping it in ink and beginning to write.
"Anything."
"When were you going to tell me?" He questioned. I blinked.
"Tell you what?" I stated.
"Well, you've never done anything for any of your friends before, and I haven't seen you since your father last visited, I don't count the visits when he sent you to get something from me to clear that bit up. This friend is more than a friend, am I wrong?" He exclaimed, handing me the paper. It was a document confirming that the general and his men could no longer search for Snow-Dust.
"No, you aren't." I quietly stated. He smiled. "But this person is male." I added.
"So?" He answered as we walked into the throne room. I stared at him shocked.
"You're a king; I thought you'd be against something like that!" I screamed. He laughed.
"Well, my boy, I'm not one to judge a person's heart, which is what makes me a great ruler. I've been ruling for years and intend to never give up my throne, not like I'd need to anyway, I'm as immortal as my brother is and everyone knows it." He confirmed. "Now when may I meet this boyfriend of yours? Or have I missed the wedding?" He teased. I went red.
"Uh… I don't know. I haven't told him yet… and I know he has some sort of secret, he could be a mage, or a shifter, I just know he has a very strong aura about him when he goes to bed, and that's the only time he's ever not wearing his bracelet, which is concealing the magic otherwise, blocking it from me and everyone around him."
"I see. May I ask how long you're staying?" I shrugged.
"I don't-"
"Notch, I'm sorry to interrupt, but you're needed for a meeting." A man stated, entering the room. My Uncle sighed.
"Right, I completely forgot, so sorry. Well, I guess you'll be leaving anyways; you never stay for very long, goodbye child." My Uncle pulled me into a hug, and I hugged back, smiling. He pulled away, messing my hair up as he was led off by the man. I pulled out the crystal.
"My personal mark." I whispered. Once more, I was knocked out and teleported, appearing behind the hill. I got up, ignoring my headache, hurrying back to the house as I saw the horses tied up upside. Michael's, Ty's, Damien's, and the other man's horse.
"Finally, you're back." The man spat coldly. Ty just sat there, tense, his hair covering his eyes.
"Yeah, I am. By the order of Notch, you and the rest of your men are no longer permitted to search for Snow-Dust or his owner." I informed them, handing over the document. They both seemed pale. Actually, everyone seemed both pale and shocked, even Ty.
"Where the hell did you get this?" Michael questioned.
"Take it to your general. It's an order. Either follow the command of the king or get fired and find a new job. Now get out of our house." I answered, my arms crossed. The man growled, but left, Michael following close behind.
"How did you do that?" Damien asked.
"I went to Notch." I informed then. "Weren't you listening?"
"But you left a few minutes ago!" Jerome argued.
"I got a mage to teleport me there and back." I lied. Ty shot up and hugged me tightly.
"Thank you! Thank you so much!" He breathed, kissing me. I kissed him back. "Why would Notch do you a favor though?" Ty continued, pulling back with a confused look on his face.
"I used to work for him and his brother, delivering things back and forth. Then there's the fact he's… I believe my mother had said he's a twice removed, distant cousin, but I can't remember, I just know he's close with our family, kind of like an Uncle." I'm lying so much right now.
"That's… thanks you!" Ty stated again, kissing me once more. I mumbled my response, pulling him closer as I sat us down.
"WELL, now that you're back, and so very quickly at that, why don't we go mining." Ian suggested. I broke the kiss off, nodding. We all got up, getting our gear together and starting on the walk to the mine. Ty had basically hung himself on me; he never let me leave a 1-foot diameter from him. He held onto my arm the entire way as well, still smiling. Damien decided to stay behind to watch the horses, mining wasn't his thing. Getting to the mine, we all got into mine carts, heading down.
"How deep do you guys mine nowadays?" Ty questioned as the carts went deeper than they used too when he was here.
"We've been exploring an old, nearly caved in ruin, it's really interesting too." Jerome responded, smiling.
"Awesome, you'll have to guide me then. Partners?"
"Mitch and I, duh, then you 3." Jerome stated. Ty laughed.
"Hasn't changed, huh?" Ty determined, hopping out of his cart as it stopped. I jumped out of mine, along with everyone else. "Whoa…" Ty mumbled.
"Yeah, come on." Jerome took his hand, dragging him in.
"What about that partner system?" Mitch laughed, jogging after then. Ian and I copied. Jerome basically showed Ty every nook and cranny of the place, not leaving out a single detail, when Ty suddenly stopped, staring intensely off into a long, dark, eerie tunnel we hadn't explored yet.
~Ty~
Those voices… that sound… It can't be… No…
"Ty…"
"Come find us Ty…" That screeching. The crying, the screams… What the hell is down there? I feel intense heat, yet… I feel empty inside… Pulling my hand lightly from Jerome, everyone staring at me, I clung desperately to the wall as I tried to walk, my legs instantly getting numb.
"Help me… Please… Help me…"
"Ty, are you ok? You're pale." Adam worried.
"Ty, dude." Jerome continued. I didn't listen, leaving Adam's arms as I tried to make my way down the long… blurry… swirling… I think I ended up passing out, because all I remember next is hitting the hard floor.
"No one will find it, and if they do they won't be able to use it. No one even knows what an eye of ender looks like anyway." Herobrine insisted.
"And if someone comes along one day that's as smart or as powerful as Sky?" Notch continued, the lava making his face glow from the intensity of the light. Herobrine chuckled darkly.
"No one will ever come along that powerful unless you have a son… Or daughter." Herobrine shrugged. "Whatever you feel suits you." Herobrine's face and the front of his body were casted into the dark from the lava behind him, the only thing visible being his glowing white, soulless eyes.
"You're positive?" Notch questioned again.
"Brother, don't you trust me?" Herobrine sighed.
"Yes, of course I do." Notch quickly answered. "But… what will you do with her? We have no use for her now that we've secured her dimension." Notch looked to the girl, tied up by chain, mouth covered by a tightly tied rag. Once more she tried to shake off the chains, with no use, weak and helpless. Herobrine darkly laughed, taking a hold of the chain.
"Don't worry about her. Besides, she's only invincible to the elements when she's in her dragon form. Just turn and walk away. I'll handle the rest and catch up with you." Notch hesitated, Herobrine's voice sounding too friendly as he helped the girl stand, but turned, walking down the dark hallway that lead back to a tunnel that lead to the heart of the ruin. He grew tense, but never turned around, despite the bloody cries and screams for help and mercy coming from behind him. "She's taken care of." Herobrine assure a minute or so after the tunnel had grown silent, now standing besides his brother.
"What did you do?" Notch demanded, his voice cracking the slightest bit as they both continued walking.
"Nothing. It isn't my fault she happened to trip and fall to her death into a pull of lava. At least we don't have to dig for remains." Herobrine assured; a twisted smile on his face. Notch didn't reply.
I tried opening my eyes, but they felt heavy, like lead. I groaned, feeling tears along my eyes and face, not questioning them. The voices… Not again… I sat up; my breathing messed up, crawling to the closest wall and trying to stand as I felt someone grab my arm, supporting my weight with theirs.
"Take it easy Ty." Adam demanded, sounding upset.
"How do you feel?" Jerome questioned. I didn't respond, staring down the dark, eerie tunnel. Finding my strength, I pushed away from Adam and Jerome and took off running down the hall. It can't be, they didn't, he didn't. I tripped, falling, sliding on the ground, but catching my breath and once more standing, grabbing at the jagged rock and pulling myself up again, staggering forward as I used the wall for support.
"TY!" Adam roared, tackling me to the ground. "What the hell is wrong?!" he asked, shaking me the slightest bit, holding me pinned to the ground. I just stared up at him. He moved a hand to push his sunglasses back up to his face as they started sliding off, holding them there.
"Take it easy, you just woke up." Mitch started.
"Guys, we have a problem." Ian stated. "And we need to run." Adam picked me up bridal style, rushing us down the still dark, eerie tunnel, the moans of zombies echoing off the walls. I stayed in and out of consciousness.
"Help me, please!" Who… "Please! Stop, help me! Let me go!" Why? "PLEASE! PLEASE HELP ME! GIVE ME MERCY AND I'LL LEAVE, PLEASE MAKE IT STOP! MERCY!" Who would do this…? Who would do this to you…? Managing to stay awake for longer than a second, I rolled over; intense heat consuming my body, which now lied on the ground. My blurred vision managed to see a pool of lava, claw marks everywhere, as if someone had been put through a major struggle to get out, but never managed to do so. And above it, floating and surrounded by a major amount of magic, was a circle of boxes, each with a slot, all of the slots empty.
"Ty, are you ok?" Adam softly begged; leaning me against a wall as tears raced down his cheeks. "Ty?" What's going on, what's happening? "Ty?!" Adam called; his voice distant as I once more passed out. Darkness awaited me, as well as taunting voices.