Part 5: The Blacksmith

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"He who works the Metal, Hardens the soul." 

Someone once said that to me, i didn't know what that meant until this day.

He was a mountain of a man who spoke softly, she hugged him with out hesitation. "Its good to see you Mason."

He hugs her back, "I'm sorry, little Rosie."

She nods. "What happen?"

He looks down. "We don't know, they came out of no where and the guards didn't stand a chance against those numbers."
She nod. "where did they go after the battle."
He shakes his head. "They headed south out of town, past the dock."
She looks to me. "We need to hurry."
I shake my head. "No we need to prepare for battle."
Mason nods. "I will Make my finest Armour for you two, give me three days and it will be ready." 

"Thanks Mason." I say as Rosilee storms out of the doors and down the street.

Three days seemed to take forever, but we were able to get all the supply's we could need to go and get the king back, but yet I can't shake this horrible feeling that our world is about to change. 

I Walk into the forge and Rosilee is already there talking to Mason about something, she wipes a tear from her cheek as mason places a hand on her shoulder. "Everything will be fine my little Rosie, this young man has the fire in his eyes. He will have your back no matter what, and they will not know what hit them."
She nods "Thanks Mason, you always know what to say even in the darkest of times."
He nods. "Your armor is done and let me tell you it is my finest work." He walks over to a cabinet and flings the doors open, The room seems to shine in an eerie blue as they gather around the armor, its diamond's and gems reflecting the fires light. I don't know what it is but i can feel a strange energy flowing from them. when Rosie touches the armor chest plate the blue shine shifts to a kind of purple shine.
Mason Smile. "This Armor is made from the rarest of diamonds and gems that were rumored to have the power to protect the wears from just about any kind of explosion, but we have never tested it due to the rarity of the gems."
Rosie hugs mason. "you should not have used them on us."
Masons smile fade."Don't be a fool, your the only family i have left so i put my heart and soul in this armor and it will keep you safe or Seed help me i will hunt down the one that harms you." With that said he pulls the armor from the stand, and thrusts it at her. "Now get dressed and get out of here."

Part 4: A fools errand

They say true hero's are made from hardships which some could never survive.

She laughed as I dropped the sword almost cutting by toe off. "I think you should stick with the axes."

I roll my eyes. "Its just not balanced properly."

She picks it up and throws it end over end, catching it by the hilt she points it at me like she has do it a hundred times. "No, I think it's just you."

I playfully push the blade away, and notice that her sorrow in her eye have seemed to change to anger. "So what did you take that they want back so bad that they would destroy your kingdom."

She sits back down on the bed and places the sword next to her. "A few weeks ago I had a dream and in this dream I stand next to the throne with this hooded man sitting on the there with his white eyes and evil grin, well in his hand is a orb that glows like the sun."
She scratched her head. "So about two days ago I discovered that the orb of life was hidden along time ago in the nether and the only way to find it is mix a ghast tear and some blaze powder with the blood of royalty."
She sighs. "Long story short I met a lot of shady people, got the items I needed along with my blood. They transformed into a strange compass. Which I followed through a nether portal that took me to a temple, At the top of the temple, sat a pedestal with the orb on it."

I nod "and do you still have it on you." She nods and pulls a small marble out of her pocket, I go to grab it but it becomes extremely hot, but she seems unphased by it. "Can't you feel that."

"Feel what," she asked confused.

The heat dies down as I pull my hand away. "The heat."

She shakes her head. "It did get a little cold while it lit up."

I nod "so I guess we really will be  going since no one else can touch it." She looks down then back up. "Well we need supply's, so where is the blacksmith."

Part 3: A daughter gets ready for war.

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A Daughter gets ready for war.

We exit the tunnel, not knowing what we will find. But i guess that's why they call it adventure, you never know what's going to happen.

The thought of battle seems to heat my blood, but the air is cold and there is no one to be seen. "something is wrong." i say.
Rosilee looks around confused. "where are the guards."

I nod. "Strange." I look around at the battle marks. Blood is splattered against the walls and broken swords lay on the floor. But not one body can be found. "What happen here." Rosilee is no longer standing next to me. She is running up to the castle. "Rosilee wait where are you going." She ether doesn't hear me or she doesn't care. "Wait." I shout as I try to catch up.

But maybe it's a good thing I never caught up to her, for when she passed through the castle gate a tall sinister man appeared behide her. She sprints past the royal black Smith and the knights hall, and up the stairs before she even noticed. I grabbed for the closest weapon which was a sword that was resting in the forge its red hot blade sizzled in the air as I charge at this tall dark figure with sword at the ready. I strike it once and it lets out a ear breaking scream.

Rosilee falls up the stairs trying to get away but its to late he reaches for her with his long thin arm its mouth open way past that of a normal humans. "Help." She shouts.

I slash at the beast setting it on fire. While it burns it flashes in and out of the room screaming. "Your not so tough anymore are you."

 Soon its screams become distance and and then it fades all to gather. "Thanks" she says as she stands back up. We hurry up the stairs past the throne room and up another flight of stairs. "Father" she shouts,but no one replys.

When I reach the top of the landing I see a hall with several doors, but the last one which door is wide open, looks to be some kind of bed chamber.

When I reach the door way Rosilee is sitting on the bed crying with a peace of paper in her hands. "What's wrong."

She looks up as tears fall down her cheeks. "They took him,they took my father."

"Who took them." I ask as I place a hand on her should.

"The monsters of the void, The EnderKnights." She begins to sob again.

I tilt her head up and look her i n her beautiful blue eye. "Now you stop those tears, we will get him back so help seed." 

She relaxes a little bit. "But we can't..."

I hold up my hand. "We can and we will, do we have any weapons and armor."

She nods. "The blacksmith can forge us some armor, and for a weapon we have this." She stands and walks over to a mantle with a diamond sword hanging above it. "This sword has been in my family for generations, its older then the stones of this castle."

I reluctantly grab the swords hilt, Its some how feels familiar in my hand."This feels right." I hold it above my head as it shines from the torch light.

Part 2: A wasted trip.

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A Wasted Trip

She said it would be fun, she said it would be safe. But when has my life ever been that easy.

The last two days could not have gone any slower, but that's to be expected when you have no idea where you’re going and the person leading you, caused your house to crumble away. 

Rosilee is strange, she never seems to let anything bug her but yet I get the feeling she is hiding something. We come to a forest as the sun is just starting to descend, and fog begins to cloud our vision. "Are you sure you know where you’re going." I ask.

She smiles and nods. "Ya my family have live here for generations."

I raise my brow. "Anyone I would know."

She pulls ahead of me. "Most likely, come on I can hear the river it should be just over this hill." She seems to double her pace.

But she comes to an immediate stop at the top of the hill. "No!" She shouts as she sprints down the hill to a dock that sits on the edge of a bank.

I go to speak but I stop when I see the smoke rising from what seems to be a castle. "This week can't get any worse."

How wrong i was, when we reach the dock i see her arguing with the ferrymen. "I'm sorry but by the order of the King, i must not let you pass." 

She slightly turns. "Fine then." The man can’t move fast enough to dodge her fist, I’m shocked as the man hits the floor. 

I rush over and grab her are. "What are you doing?"

She pulls her hand free. "My father needs my help so ether help me or get lost." She jumps into the boat and pushes off of the dock.

I stand there for a minute before my thoughts of her get the better of me. "Seed help me, but I'm coming with." I run and jump off the dock into the boat. “I hope you have a plan.”

She nods “There is an old tunnel I use to play in when I was a child, it will lead us just about to the castle.”

I nod. “So what’s the plan though?”

She grins. “Well I haven’t thought that far ahead.”

I shake my head. “Great were going to die, well at least its not a wasted trip.”

Part 1: Princess and the Pig

The Princess and the Pig

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When I was a young child I heard the tales of Notch and his fight against Herobrine. The tale always ends the same with Notch banishing him to another dimension The Nether. Where he is said to be waiting for the one to set him free.

A few weeks ago while I was chopping down some trees the cloudless sky cried with lighting as a nearby field began to glow purple. That's when it happen, I heard her scream. I didn't think I just ran toward the pig zombie man that was chasing her out of the strange portal and toward my small cottage in the woods my iron ax in hand ready for the fight.

The woman rushes through my door with the pigmen on her heel, as I reach the door I heard a loud bang and then the my house begins to shake and shutter. I burst through the door just as the woman throws a strange bottle on the ground. The pigmen is not phased by the smoke that begins to fill my small cottage. He swings his golden sword at her but it meets the sharpness of my ax and can not with stand my might. The tip of the sword flies across the room parting the smoke before stabbing into the wall by the door. The pigmen hits me with his beefy hands and I feel a rib break but I have no time to waste. I slash at him with the ax but he seems unaffected my onslaught. "Keep him busy for a min."

I mange to push him back toward the door. "What ever your planning now would be good." I hear the swishing of liquids followed by a slight sizzling.

"Hold on to something." She says as she throws another bottle on the ground, as I grab a hold of my table. purple smoke fills the air then begins to swirl like a twister as everything in my house is sucked in to the center of the room.

The pigmen struggles against the wind, but it too is suck to the middle, lighting sizzles in the air as thunder echos inside my ears. My floor opens up to the void and every thing disappears. "What was that." I think to myself.  As I fall toward the void my hand is grabbed by her gentle but strong hand.

 She pulls me back up to what remains of my floor. "That was a potion of banishment a new concept of mine."

"Where did it send it." She looks bashfully away from my gaze.

She plays with her mid-length hair. "Hopefully back to the end."

I kinda smile. "What if it just appears at someone's dinner table."

She laughs. "Well I hope my calculation were correct cause that would be one bad ham."

I can't help it I  bust out into laughter. "Who are you." I Mange to say between my laughs.

She stands and dusts off her leather pants. "Oh how rude of me, my name is Rosilee and what shall I call my saver."

I take a deep breath as my laughter subsides. "Everyone calls me slate but you can call me Tyrone."

We both walk out of my house, I plop down on the stairs and she lays among the tall grass. "Well there is no way it could get any worse." The stairs shutter as the roof groans then collapses sending a puff of debris everywhere. "Great, now what do I do."

She chuckles. "I'm sorry about your house, I'm sure the king will repay you for your troubles."