Something to Remember
The Wither king returned to the Nether in his weaken state, trying to avoid the sight of his creations. He returned to his fortress keep with gusto holding a glowing red orb. He put great effort into concealing his pain as well as the item he held in his hand. He marched swiftly passed his personal guards but caught the attention of the blaze once known as Eeyendar. As her eyes fallowed the dark king she couldn't help but feel a sense of resentment and rage. However it was curiosity that took hold of her. She fallowed the wither king down the corridor leaving ample distance between the two of them. The wither king suddenly stopped. He tilted his head slightly so that the corner of his hallow eyes lined with the hall's center. It had been just enough time for Eeyendar to hoover outside a nearby window and escape the king's site. For her, the risk of being caught was exciting and yet unsavory. So instead she flew up to the gothic windows of his domain.
When she got there she seen something peculiar. The wither king enclosed himself inside his room and rushed to a mysterious box. It appeared to have a green enchantment and bore an eye on the lip of its lid. The king held out the glowing red orb and said
" The blazing heart of Hexidecima. You shall be the instrument of my salvation".
It was an eerie thing to see among eerie things to see. As she began to slowly ease back the wither king noticed her presence and, was not pleased.
" you dare impeade my chambers ?"
The shrill of his voice was menacing even to her now. It was almost as if she had been frighten by it before. She searched herself for a suitable excuse to his question and suddenly realized that one did so exist.
"the waters of the Nether sire, they are gone".
She was proud and at the same time mortified by her quick witted response.
" what is this you speak of, these missing waters ?"
his voice softened.
" it appears as if the waters have dried up and what's worst, there is a new mob flying about the Nether ",
she replied.
The wither king placed the orb in the mysterious chest. He nearly caught Eeyendar's curious eyes as he glanced back at her. " show me this invader', said the wither king.
Eeyendar and the wither king traveled to the shores of the Nether where flowing waters were replaced with vicious magma.
" there!"
Eeyendar cried as she pointed out the beast in the sky. The king stood fast watching the interloper progress. It let out a daunting cry, like the tired scream of a trapped ocelot. The dark king grined and snickered with approval.
" sire?"
Eeyendar asked.
" the Nether gives life to all. It is the womb of the obsidian will "
the king proclaimed with majesty. Eeyendar had successfully evaded the wrath of the king for her rude actions. She was no longer concerned about distracting him; his attention had shifted to more pressing matters.
" these sands filled with the souls of the Overworld has fused with the waters of the Nether to create these... ghastly creatures".
Eeyedar rolled her eyes and sarcasticaly said
" whatever shall we do with them my lord?".
" nothing. Send word to all that, these... Ghasts are to remain forever unharmed by order of thy king".
As the wither king rambled on a spark of light flashed in Eeyendar, as if to force a memory of a blaze without a past. There was a sound of a broken bottle and an evil voice repeating blazing, blazing, and finally a name familiar to her. A name she had heard before. The name Eeyendar.
The Book of Hexidecima Vol. 5 (Read 560 times)