New unnamed fic. Chapter 1 - Prologue -
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mindcrackloveHi guys! I'm back, a new idea in my head! This is good news! Also, if anyone has any ideas for the title, please suggest them! I need a title :/ Also, I'm going to try to remember to put in chapter names.
Lightning struck across the sky, lighting it, revealing a dark shape for just a moment, before it disappeared once more…
Nebris awoke from slumber. He yawned, climbed out of his bed, went over to the bathroom and washed his face in the sink. Suddenly, out the window, he saw another lightning strike and the figure outlined for one more moment. He looked in surprise, but decided he had imagined it. There was no way that creature could be still there, right? He went back to sleep, but dreamed restlessly.
Guude walked across the ground in front of the Town Hall. Suddenly, a strange chill spread across his entire body. He looked to where he had seen Bdubs walking only a few seconds ago, and saw the man shivering.
“Hey, guy, did you feel it too?” Guude asked of the white-shirted man.
“Wha’dya think, Guude? Course I felt it! It was the wind, wasn’t it?” Bdubs asked of the other. Guude shrugged.
“Probably? Guy, I’m growing paranoid in my old age.” Guude joked with his friend, getting over the strange wind. They both laughed, as the wind swept across the ground once more.
Far off in the distance, Etho shivered. Beside him, Seth turned his head curiously. The two had been working on creating Wilson on the server, and improving him. Etho’s hand slipped, and he brushed his hand on a redstone torch.
“Ow!” Etho yelled, pulling his hand out of the redstone. He looked at the burn mark, saw it wasn’t formed, and sighed in relief. The other redstone master’s presence surprised him, somehow.
“Etho, what’s wrong? You shivered, and then you slipped. What happened?” Seth asked of the ninja. Etho shrugged.
“Wait, you didn’t feel that wind?” Etho asked, confused. The wind had been so cold, almost malevolently cold. Etho shrugged it off, and turned back to the redstone. He concentrated, and forgot about the wind, as it blew across the ground, some of it separating, flowing into Etho’s nether portal.
Adventuring in the Nether, Zisteau and Kurt came to a halt, chilled beyond all belief, surprising, for it was the Nether. Beside them, Vechs turned.
“Guys, hurry up! What are you doing? Making a target for ghasts?” The mapmaker asked of the two, who had stopped motionless.
“Wait, Vechs. You didn’t feel it? I’m even wearing manpants, here!” Zisteau protested, the heat of the Nether having warmed him up again. Vechs looked at the pigman in confusion.
“Pigderp, what didn’t I feel?” Vechs asked of the figure. Zisteau just shook his head, and continued looking for quartz. Kurt shrugged, unwilling to pursue the line of conversation. The wind blew on, through both the Nether and the Overworld.
Doc looked up from his villager trading screen. He looked around, feeling a wind colder than ice piercing into his skin. He stopped trading, and walked inside, looking for something warm. The wind blew on.
Avidya looked up and around. Down in the mineshaft, he and Paul were mining together. Paul looked to his older friend.
“What is it, Avidya?” Paul asked, seeing the other’s reaction and wondering if Avidya had heard a sound that the survivalist hadn’t. Avidya looked at Paul in confusion, then shrugged, and continued mining.
Lightning struck across the sky, lighting it, revealing a dark shape for just a moment, before it disappeared once more…
Nebris awoke from slumber. He yawned, climbed out of his bed, went over to the bathroom and washed his face in the sink. Suddenly, out the window, he saw another lightning strike and the figure outlined for one more moment. He looked in surprise, but decided he had imagined it. There was no way that creature could be still there, right? He went back to sleep, but dreamed restlessly.
Guude walked across the ground in front of the Town Hall. Suddenly, a strange chill spread across his entire body. He looked to where he had seen Bdubs walking only a few seconds ago, and saw the man shivering.
“Hey, guy, did you feel it too?” Guude asked of the white-shirted man.
“Wha’dya think, Guude? Course I felt it! It was the wind, wasn’t it?” Bdubs asked of the other. Guude shrugged.
“Probably? Guy, I’m growing paranoid in my old age.” Guude joked with his friend, getting over the strange wind. They both laughed, as the wind swept across the ground once more.
Far off in the distance, Etho shivered. Beside him, Seth turned his head curiously. The two had been working on creating Wilson on the server, and improving him. Etho’s hand slipped, and he brushed his hand on a redstone torch.
“Ow!” Etho yelled, pulling his hand out of the redstone. He looked at the burn mark, saw it wasn’t formed, and sighed in relief. The other redstone master’s presence surprised him, somehow.
“Etho, what’s wrong? You shivered, and then you slipped. What happened?” Seth asked of the ninja. Etho shrugged.
“Wait, you didn’t feel that wind?” Etho asked, confused. The wind had been so cold, almost malevolently cold. Etho shrugged it off, and turned back to the redstone. He concentrated, and forgot about the wind, as it blew across the ground, some of it separating, flowing into Etho’s nether portal.
Adventuring in the Nether, Zisteau and Kurt came to a halt, chilled beyond all belief, surprising, for it was the Nether. Beside them, Vechs turned.
“Guys, hurry up! What are you doing? Making a target for ghasts?” The mapmaker asked of the two, who had stopped motionless.
“Wait, Vechs. You didn’t feel it? I’m even wearing manpants, here!” Zisteau protested, the heat of the Nether having warmed him up again. Vechs looked at the pigman in confusion.
“Pigderp, what didn’t I feel?” Vechs asked of the figure. Zisteau just shook his head, and continued looking for quartz. Kurt shrugged, unwilling to pursue the line of conversation. The wind blew on, through both the Nether and the Overworld.
Doc looked up from his villager trading screen. He looked around, feeling a wind colder than ice piercing into his skin. He stopped trading, and walked inside, looking for something warm. The wind blew on.
Avidya looked up and around. Down in the mineshaft, he and Paul were mining together. Paul looked to his older friend.
“What is it, Avidya?” Paul asked, seeing the other’s reaction and wondering if Avidya had heard a sound that the survivalist hadn’t. Avidya looked at Paul in confusion, then shrugged, and continued mining.
