MindCrack Origins: Prologue
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mindcrackloveOh my GOODNESS! My first fan fic! Here we go! :D I'm planning to release the new chapters of the story two days at a time, cause I may have inspiration loss/ my school being evil, etc. Welp, here it goes! Cheesy title aside, here's the prologue! I spent 30 minutes trying to figure out cuts, so this better work! >:I
The Mojang gods are not happy, thought King Willakers as he surveyed the stormy night from his turret. Not at all. The plains before his kingdom of Davilonia were the equivalent of a dark, stormy sea to anyone who was insane enough to travel at this hour. He listened to the rain pound on the awning of his dim turret, the sound of a repetitive pit pat, or from time to time, a familiar clip clop.
Clip clop clip clop went the storm. The gradient sound of what he thought was the storm echoed through the night. Soon afterward, a great grinding noise filled the air, and the clip clop became distinctive. The sound of hooves striking cobblestone hit Willaker’s ears and was followed by a mighty nay. A flash of lightning illuminated its source and turned night to day for just a moment. As he squinted his eyes through the darkness, all Willakers could make out was a red, cloaked figure making haste through the now-open castle gates and away from Davilonia.
King Willakers grinded his teeth at the figure. He never listens.
Willakers headed straight for the door, only to hear someone coming up the stairs.
Great, NOW he comes, Willakers thought ungratefully as his general burst through the door followed by someone whose face was hidden in the darkness.
The general panted to catch his breath, and started, “Your Highness, he broke through our guards and escaped through the ga-"
“Yes, I saw, I saw!” growled King Willakers! “What are you waiting for? Summon the Royal Guard and retrieve him!”
The general, gathering up his breath, exited out of the doorway and down the staircase.
The silhouette that was with the general stepped forward into the candle-light. A youthful lady wearing a violet, hooded cloak emerged from the shadows. Her cloak was trimmed with gold, and four-pointed lavender stars splattered her cloak with waves of dirty-blond hair streaming out of her hood. She held a spherical, cloudy blue orb in her hands, and not a fingerprint smudged its flawless surface.
“Well, don’t just stand there, do your magic!” demanded King Willakers, waving one of his arms to a table in the middle of the cylindrical room.
The enchantress cast him a fleeting glance, with a blank look and a faint, all-knowing grin before she glided across the room to the table.
She gingerly placed the orb on a frame placed in the center of the table. The orb’s mist changed into a deep emerald green on contact. A thin, black pupil similar to a cat’s eye appeared on the orb’s meridian. She concentrated on the orb with her ominous, purple eyes, mentally tracing its patterns and currents and observing how often the pupil blinked or what other nonsense she always did. The mist held within the orb first swirled as if a disturbance was present, then a mysterious flash of red burst from the sphere and illuminated the room around it.
Getting impatient as she gazed at the orb intently, he raised his voice. “What is it? I demand the answer right now!” She slowly raised her face from the orb, grinning like a Cheshire cat. She spoke in the annoying, vague way of any oracle.
“Brought back by force, he’ll be at your grace,
But to free him will form a powerful race.
To grant his desires, he’ll pay a price,
Paying this toll will result in fire and ice.
Something is coming to ravage the land,
Something is coming to fight for command.
A great leader will soon make a stand,
By the end, he’ll be revived.
Bring Jeb’s creation, he’ll be forgiven,
Bring a rose maiden, he’ll be no longer forsaken.
Only if he completes this great mission,
Solely one of three will survive.”
There was a pause between him and the prophet, and he was hoping that for once, she would explain its meaning, or at least give a hint. Nothing.
Prophecies. That’s all she speaks of and nothing else. King Willakers sighed mentally. Why are they all so vague? “I need to ponder this prophecy. Leave me.”
All she did was nod. She lifted the orb from its stand. Its pupil closed and the orb reverted back to its still, navy-blue state. She left the room as ominously as she came, and Willakers was left to think on his own.
Prophets… He went back to his balcony and looked into the darkness with his elbows on the stone railing as he had before. He watched the Royal Guard ride into the storm after the captive.
As he stood, eyes boring in the night, his mind was full of frustration and contemplation. But as King Willakers thought even more, deciphering the peculiar message one by one, he started to break out into a greedy smile as he thought of the possibilities. “Form a powerful race…” He relished this thought for a moment as he stared blankly at the lightning that flashed before his eyes.
Formulating a plan, King Willakers started making his way to the door. If he could play his cards right, the effort would be minimal.
Ok, hopefully italics are working now! I'm excited to see what you guys think! :D I'm still trying to figure things out, so sorry if I'm a technology newb. xD
The Mojang gods are not happy, thought King Willakers as he surveyed the stormy night from his turret. Not at all. The plains before his kingdom of Davilonia were the equivalent of a dark, stormy sea to anyone who was insane enough to travel at this hour. He listened to the rain pound on the awning of his dim turret, the sound of a repetitive pit pat, or from time to time, a familiar clip clop.
Clip clop clip clop went the storm. The gradient sound of what he thought was the storm echoed through the night. Soon afterward, a great grinding noise filled the air, and the clip clop became distinctive. The sound of hooves striking cobblestone hit Willaker’s ears and was followed by a mighty nay. A flash of lightning illuminated its source and turned night to day for just a moment. As he squinted his eyes through the darkness, all Willakers could make out was a red, cloaked figure making haste through the now-open castle gates and away from Davilonia.
King Willakers grinded his teeth at the figure. He never listens.
Willakers headed straight for the door, only to hear someone coming up the stairs.
Great, NOW he comes, Willakers thought ungratefully as his general burst through the door followed by someone whose face was hidden in the darkness.
The general panted to catch his breath, and started, “Your Highness, he broke through our guards and escaped through the ga-"
“Yes, I saw, I saw!” growled King Willakers! “What are you waiting for? Summon the Royal Guard and retrieve him!”
The general, gathering up his breath, exited out of the doorway and down the staircase.
The silhouette that was with the general stepped forward into the candle-light. A youthful lady wearing a violet, hooded cloak emerged from the shadows. Her cloak was trimmed with gold, and four-pointed lavender stars splattered her cloak with waves of dirty-blond hair streaming out of her hood. She held a spherical, cloudy blue orb in her hands, and not a fingerprint smudged its flawless surface.
“Well, don’t just stand there, do your magic!” demanded King Willakers, waving one of his arms to a table in the middle of the cylindrical room.
The enchantress cast him a fleeting glance, with a blank look and a faint, all-knowing grin before she glided across the room to the table.
She gingerly placed the orb on a frame placed in the center of the table. The orb’s mist changed into a deep emerald green on contact. A thin, black pupil similar to a cat’s eye appeared on the orb’s meridian. She concentrated on the orb with her ominous, purple eyes, mentally tracing its patterns and currents and observing how often the pupil blinked or what other nonsense she always did. The mist held within the orb first swirled as if a disturbance was present, then a mysterious flash of red burst from the sphere and illuminated the room around it.
Getting impatient as she gazed at the orb intently, he raised his voice. “What is it? I demand the answer right now!” She slowly raised her face from the orb, grinning like a Cheshire cat. She spoke in the annoying, vague way of any oracle.
“Brought back by force, he’ll be at your grace,
But to free him will form a powerful race.
To grant his desires, he’ll pay a price,
Paying this toll will result in fire and ice.
Something is coming to ravage the land,
Something is coming to fight for command.
A great leader will soon make a stand,
By the end, he’ll be revived.
Bring Jeb’s creation, he’ll be forgiven,
Bring a rose maiden, he’ll be no longer forsaken.
Only if he completes this great mission,
Solely one of three will survive.”
There was a pause between him and the prophet, and he was hoping that for once, she would explain its meaning, or at least give a hint. Nothing.
Prophecies. That’s all she speaks of and nothing else. King Willakers sighed mentally. Why are they all so vague? “I need to ponder this prophecy. Leave me.”
All she did was nod. She lifted the orb from its stand. Its pupil closed and the orb reverted back to its still, navy-blue state. She left the room as ominously as she came, and Willakers was left to think on his own.
Prophets… He went back to his balcony and looked into the darkness with his elbows on the stone railing as he had before. He watched the Royal Guard ride into the storm after the captive.
As he stood, eyes boring in the night, his mind was full of frustration and contemplation. But as King Willakers thought even more, deciphering the peculiar message one by one, he started to break out into a greedy smile as he thought of the possibilities. “Form a powerful race…” He relished this thought for a moment as he stared blankly at the lightning that flashed before his eyes.
Formulating a plan, King Willakers started making his way to the door. If he could play his cards right, the effort would be minimal.
Ok, hopefully italics are working now! I'm excited to see what you guys think! :D I'm still trying to figure things out, so sorry if I'm a technology newb. xD
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