Monstrous (Chapter Sixteen)
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mindcrackloveFirst off, I want to apologize. This chapter was written within an hour when I was very, very tired, so the quality has likely dropped dramatically. I also had very little idea of how to organize this chapter, so I've just kinda pushed through it. If you see any huge issues, please let me know. I was seriously winging it and I will really regret doing that later.
I want to stab this chapter.
Chapter list: http://tanadin.dreamwidth.org/382.html
Chapter Sixteen
Kingdom of Illian, Minecraftia. July 11, year 373. Time instance 483Z.
The ghosts of Blame the Controller’s past were really haunting him lately.
This was made quite evident when he took second watch and he had been sitting there surveying the burned and blackened forest for about an hour and the voice started whispering.
He thought it was his imagination, at first, before he could place the owner of the voice as it grew louder. His face twisted into a snarl when he recognized it.
“Leave me alone.” he hissed. “I don’t want anything to do with you, not after what you’ve done.”
The voice laughed, echoing through his mind. A mist overtook the campsite and Blame rose to his feet, drawing his blade.
“Go away! You’re dead and gone!”
A familiar figure formed in the mist and laughed hysterically, swirling out of the way when Blame slashed at it. “Go!”
The man in the mist just kept laughing, the sound echoing through time and memory, even to more current times when Blame had heard that same, evil laugh…
“Go! GO! LEAVE ME ALONE!”
A hand touched his shoulder and he jerked, finding himself back on his boulder that he had been perched on. No mist, figure, or cackling was evident.
“You alright?” The voice made Blame jump even more, but it was just Vechs.
“I’m fine. Go back to sleep.”
“It’s almost my watch.”
“Fine. Take it.” Blame jumped off the boulder and stalked towards his sleeping bag.
“What is your problem?” Vechs suddenly demanded. He was sick and tired of how Blame had been treating him. “I haven’t done anything to you and you’re always so HOSTILE. Why?”
“You wouldn’t understand.” Blame growled. “Leave me be.”
“Try me.”
“No. Go away, Vechs.”
Vechs refused. He darted around to stand between Blame and his sleeping bag. “I won’t let you rest until you give me an explanation. You have hated me since day one for no apparent reason and it’s pissing me off. You’re downright hostile to me and I don’t know why. You won’t tell me and I can’t figure out anything- no one has any ideas- so I’m asking. Why do you hate me?”
“You’re annoying.”
“That’s not a reason.”
“What do you want from me?”
“Even before you found out how annoying I was, you were hostile.”
“I don’t-“
“What is it you have against me, Blame? What have I done?”
“Nothing major. You, personally, have never harmed me. Move.”
“Then why-“
“You are not the first Davion I have met.”
That struck Vechs into silence. “There are others?”
Blame rolled his eyes. “Yes. You didn’t think you were the only Davion in the world, did you? Well, you may very well be, at the moment.” Speaking the name sent shivers down his spine. He hated the name…
Vechs met Blame’s eyes through his goggles. “What do you know about the Davions?”
“What do you know?”
“Nothing. All I know is that it’s my last name.”
“I’m not surprised. No one knew that he was a Davion.”
“Who?”
Blame sighed, the memories swirling to the forefront of his mind.
He never knew what made him tell Vechs the story. Maybe he hoped it would dismiss the ghost of his friend turned hated enemy. Maybe he thought it would make Vechs…atone for the sins of the other Davion? Maybe he just wanted to get it out, to stop bottling it up.
“Kaltaerion Davion.” Vechs took a sharp intake at the mention of the first name. “Yes, I thought you’d heard of him.”
“He opened the Nether portal over a hundred years ago and almost destroyed all of Minecraftia.” Vechs said quietly.
“Yes. He was a horrible, evil, destructive man. But before that, he was my friend.”
“Your-“
“I’m going to tell you why I hate your family, Vechs, but if you dare interrupt I won’t give you a satisfactory explanation.”
Vechs nodded and fell silent.
Kaltaerion.
The name rang through both Blame and Vechs’s minds. To Blame, it was a curse, a burning name that brought nothing but anger and sorrow.
To Vechs, it was a figure in history, one that the realization that he was related to was shocking and a massive mindfuck. He had never known anyone he was related to before, nor known of them, so this was interesting and he was filled slightly with trepidation. Kaltaerion…
Blame shifted to sit on a boulder before closing his eyes momentarily to gather his thoughts.
Then he began to speak, the memories overcoming his senses. He wasn’t really aware of telling the story; he felt more like he was reliving it…
He had just earned his skull mask at the age of eight, when most kids earned theirs at age ten…He was one of the Skullblades, a race of people who hid their faces behind skull masks and kept their names from outsiders, and was of the Ashenhorn clan…
…He was taking a walk on his own the very next day, excited to finally be able to explore without an adult breathing down his back constantly. He had his stone sword with him in case he found anything dangerous…
…He found someone, an outsider, injured in a cave partway up the mountains that ringed the valley…the outsider was three or four years older, but the newly-renamed Blame the Controller was very curious about him…
…The outsider had messy black hair and wore no mask. He was friendly but a bit odd. He asked Blame not to tell anyone about him once they had hit off a friendship, and the child agreed…No alarms went off in his mind when he looked into the outsider, Kaltaerion’s, eyes- deep crimson.
Kaltaerion, with the help of supplies smuggled by Blame, managed to heal himself back to full health and Blame worried that his friend would leave…Kaltaerion stayed in the mountains, and Blame came to see him whenever possible, never mentioning his odd friend who dearly loved fire…
A year passed, and Kaltaerion turned thirteen. With this milestone, he decided that he wanted more from life than living in a mountain and hiding from all but Blame…he left for weeks at a time to study and experiment, and waved away Blame’s questions with reassurances that he would ‘see…’
Another year passed, and Blame’s best friend- his friend that he fought with against the ravenous monsters from the west, the friend he had explored caves with, the friend that had remained with him through thick and thin no matter what the other kids said or did to him- changed for the worse.
He spoke of opening a portal to another dimension and taking over the denizens there.
Blame told him not to, Blame told him it was dangerous, but Kaltaerion Davion insisted that it would be okay.
He knew more than he let on.
December 14, 262 arrived. At twilight, Kaltaerion opened the portal. He cast the spells needed to enslave the fire spirits to his will.
Flame descended upon the valley.
Kaltaerion Davion, BTC’s only friend, burned his home to the ground and killed everyone he had ever known.
Kaltaerion never intended to rule the Nether. He intended to rule Minecraftia.
Even if he had to burn it to the ground to do so.
The entire Ashenhorn clan of the Skullblades was wiped off the face of Minecraftia…only one ten-year-old made it out alive.
Blame the Controller felt guilt for the rest of his life that he had let this happen, that he hadn’t stopped his friend even when he knew something was horribly wrong…
He was forced to flee and join in with another Skullblade clan, the Sunspines, those of pure white masks…he was ridiculed for his gray mask, but he refused to change it out, as a reminder of who he really was…
He rejoiced with them all when Kaltaerion was defeated a decade later, but was the only one who felt a twinge of sadness…
…and was the only one who was haunted by the memories of the red-eyed Davion before he had tried to destroy the world. He was not the only one whose life was torn apart by Kaltaerion, but he was the only one who almost sought out and killed Kaltaerion’s daughter to stop the Davion line, to keep anything like this from happening again…
Davion.
The name was a curse in his mind, a curse like the name Kaltaerion was a curse in everyone’s mind.
Davion.
He was the only one that ever knew.
Davion.
He was the only one that knew that Kaltaerion had a drop of dragon blood in his veins, what would in the future be referred to as the “Davion spark”…
Davion.
He was the only one that knew that Kaltaerion was descended from one of the creators of Minecraftia, the dragon-man known as Iilthrid,Cataclysm.
Davion…
“Kaltaerion is the reason that I am who I am. He’s the reason I had no good untainted memories until I became a worldbuilder. He’s the reason I hate you. You look and sound just like Kaltaerion.” Blame found himself saying before falling silent.
Vechs was stunned. Blame may not have been aware of how he had told and weaved his story, but it had stuck Vechs to the core. One of his relatives had torn this man’s life apart, a relative that looked just like him except for the difference in eye color…
“Blame, I-“
“I don’t want to hear it. Take your watch.” Blame pushed past him and crawled into his sleeping bag, pulling it completely over him so he couldn’t be seen.
Vechs watched after him for a moment before turning away to watch into the forest.
Unknown to him, Blame closed his eyes and struggled to keep in the tears from the pain of what Kaltaerion had done to him, had done to them all.
I want to stab this chapter.
Chapter list: http://tanadin.dreamwidth.org/382.html
Chapter Sixteen
Kingdom of Illian, Minecraftia. July 11, year 373. Time instance 483Z.
The ghosts of Blame the Controller’s past were really haunting him lately.
This was made quite evident when he took second watch and he had been sitting there surveying the burned and blackened forest for about an hour and the voice started whispering.
He thought it was his imagination, at first, before he could place the owner of the voice as it grew louder. His face twisted into a snarl when he recognized it.
“Leave me alone.” he hissed. “I don’t want anything to do with you, not after what you’ve done.”
The voice laughed, echoing through his mind. A mist overtook the campsite and Blame rose to his feet, drawing his blade.
“Go away! You’re dead and gone!”
A familiar figure formed in the mist and laughed hysterically, swirling out of the way when Blame slashed at it. “Go!”
The man in the mist just kept laughing, the sound echoing through time and memory, even to more current times when Blame had heard that same, evil laugh…
“Go! GO! LEAVE ME ALONE!”
A hand touched his shoulder and he jerked, finding himself back on his boulder that he had been perched on. No mist, figure, or cackling was evident.
“You alright?” The voice made Blame jump even more, but it was just Vechs.
“I’m fine. Go back to sleep.”
“It’s almost my watch.”
“Fine. Take it.” Blame jumped off the boulder and stalked towards his sleeping bag.
“What is your problem?” Vechs suddenly demanded. He was sick and tired of how Blame had been treating him. “I haven’t done anything to you and you’re always so HOSTILE. Why?”
“You wouldn’t understand.” Blame growled. “Leave me be.”
“Try me.”
“No. Go away, Vechs.”
Vechs refused. He darted around to stand between Blame and his sleeping bag. “I won’t let you rest until you give me an explanation. You have hated me since day one for no apparent reason and it’s pissing me off. You’re downright hostile to me and I don’t know why. You won’t tell me and I can’t figure out anything- no one has any ideas- so I’m asking. Why do you hate me?”
“You’re annoying.”
“That’s not a reason.”
“What do you want from me?”
“Even before you found out how annoying I was, you were hostile.”
“I don’t-“
“What is it you have against me, Blame? What have I done?”
“Nothing major. You, personally, have never harmed me. Move.”
“Then why-“
“You are not the first Davion I have met.”
That struck Vechs into silence. “There are others?”
Blame rolled his eyes. “Yes. You didn’t think you were the only Davion in the world, did you? Well, you may very well be, at the moment.” Speaking the name sent shivers down his spine. He hated the name…
Vechs met Blame’s eyes through his goggles. “What do you know about the Davions?”
“What do you know?”
“Nothing. All I know is that it’s my last name.”
“I’m not surprised. No one knew that he was a Davion.”
“Who?”
Blame sighed, the memories swirling to the forefront of his mind.
He never knew what made him tell Vechs the story. Maybe he hoped it would dismiss the ghost of his friend turned hated enemy. Maybe he thought it would make Vechs…atone for the sins of the other Davion? Maybe he just wanted to get it out, to stop bottling it up.
“Kaltaerion Davion.” Vechs took a sharp intake at the mention of the first name. “Yes, I thought you’d heard of him.”
“He opened the Nether portal over a hundred years ago and almost destroyed all of Minecraftia.” Vechs said quietly.
“Yes. He was a horrible, evil, destructive man. But before that, he was my friend.”
“Your-“
“I’m going to tell you why I hate your family, Vechs, but if you dare interrupt I won’t give you a satisfactory explanation.”
Vechs nodded and fell silent.
Kaltaerion.
The name rang through both Blame and Vechs’s minds. To Blame, it was a curse, a burning name that brought nothing but anger and sorrow.
To Vechs, it was a figure in history, one that the realization that he was related to was shocking and a massive mindfuck. He had never known anyone he was related to before, nor known of them, so this was interesting and he was filled slightly with trepidation. Kaltaerion…
Blame shifted to sit on a boulder before closing his eyes momentarily to gather his thoughts.
Then he began to speak, the memories overcoming his senses. He wasn’t really aware of telling the story; he felt more like he was reliving it…
He had just earned his skull mask at the age of eight, when most kids earned theirs at age ten…He was one of the Skullblades, a race of people who hid their faces behind skull masks and kept their names from outsiders, and was of the Ashenhorn clan…
…He was taking a walk on his own the very next day, excited to finally be able to explore without an adult breathing down his back constantly. He had his stone sword with him in case he found anything dangerous…
…He found someone, an outsider, injured in a cave partway up the mountains that ringed the valley…the outsider was three or four years older, but the newly-renamed Blame the Controller was very curious about him…
…The outsider had messy black hair and wore no mask. He was friendly but a bit odd. He asked Blame not to tell anyone about him once they had hit off a friendship, and the child agreed…No alarms went off in his mind when he looked into the outsider, Kaltaerion’s, eyes- deep crimson.
Kaltaerion, with the help of supplies smuggled by Blame, managed to heal himself back to full health and Blame worried that his friend would leave…Kaltaerion stayed in the mountains, and Blame came to see him whenever possible, never mentioning his odd friend who dearly loved fire…
A year passed, and Kaltaerion turned thirteen. With this milestone, he decided that he wanted more from life than living in a mountain and hiding from all but Blame…he left for weeks at a time to study and experiment, and waved away Blame’s questions with reassurances that he would ‘see…’
Another year passed, and Blame’s best friend- his friend that he fought with against the ravenous monsters from the west, the friend he had explored caves with, the friend that had remained with him through thick and thin no matter what the other kids said or did to him- changed for the worse.
He spoke of opening a portal to another dimension and taking over the denizens there.
Blame told him not to, Blame told him it was dangerous, but Kaltaerion Davion insisted that it would be okay.
He knew more than he let on.
December 14, 262 arrived. At twilight, Kaltaerion opened the portal. He cast the spells needed to enslave the fire spirits to his will.
Flame descended upon the valley.
Kaltaerion Davion, BTC’s only friend, burned his home to the ground and killed everyone he had ever known.
Kaltaerion never intended to rule the Nether. He intended to rule Minecraftia.
Even if he had to burn it to the ground to do so.
The entire Ashenhorn clan of the Skullblades was wiped off the face of Minecraftia…only one ten-year-old made it out alive.
Blame the Controller felt guilt for the rest of his life that he had let this happen, that he hadn’t stopped his friend even when he knew something was horribly wrong…
He was forced to flee and join in with another Skullblade clan, the Sunspines, those of pure white masks…he was ridiculed for his gray mask, but he refused to change it out, as a reminder of who he really was…
He rejoiced with them all when Kaltaerion was defeated a decade later, but was the only one who felt a twinge of sadness…
…and was the only one who was haunted by the memories of the red-eyed Davion before he had tried to destroy the world. He was not the only one whose life was torn apart by Kaltaerion, but he was the only one who almost sought out and killed Kaltaerion’s daughter to stop the Davion line, to keep anything like this from happening again…
Davion.
The name was a curse in his mind, a curse like the name Kaltaerion was a curse in everyone’s mind.
Davion.
He was the only one that ever knew.
Davion.
He was the only one that knew that Kaltaerion had a drop of dragon blood in his veins, what would in the future be referred to as the “Davion spark”…
Davion.
He was the only one that knew that Kaltaerion was descended from one of the creators of Minecraftia, the dragon-man known as Iilthrid,Cataclysm.
Davion…
“Kaltaerion is the reason that I am who I am. He’s the reason I had no good untainted memories until I became a worldbuilder. He’s the reason I hate you. You look and sound just like Kaltaerion.” Blame found himself saying before falling silent.
Vechs was stunned. Blame may not have been aware of how he had told and weaved his story, but it had stuck Vechs to the core. One of his relatives had torn this man’s life apart, a relative that looked just like him except for the difference in eye color…
“Blame, I-“
“I don’t want to hear it. Take your watch.” Blame pushed past him and crawled into his sleeping bag, pulling it completely over him so he couldn’t be seen.
Vechs watched after him for a moment before turning away to watch into the forest.
Unknown to him, Blame closed his eyes and struggled to keep in the tears from the pain of what Kaltaerion had done to him, had done to them all.
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Date: Tuesday, March 17th, 2015 10:37 am (UTC)Great chapter. Keep up the good work!
Zisteau.
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Date: Tuesday, March 17th, 2015 12:01 pm (UTC)ALSO. I forgot to mention.
BTC did NOT mention the dragon blood/Davion spark/Iilthrid thing to Vechs, and he only suspects it. But come on its true.
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Date: Thursday, March 19th, 2015 10:18 pm (UTC)