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."