I’m Not A Poetry Or Brief Summary Type Of Guy.

Practicing writing fight scenes. The Gem of Creation calls to me.

The sun beamed down on me on this autumns day, it was unusually hot, which made me and many others uncomfortable.

We knew the day would come that those soldiers from the west would come and take what they think is theirs.

For centuries, we’ve protected this abandoned kingdom of the east. It’s ruins is our home, it has been for so long…I grew up here and so many others. Like my friends.

But we’ve been told that the soldiers of the west would come back…I didn’t believe it until I saw a scout wearing armour that was the colour of sliver, glistening in the sun.

I knew then we would be in danger.

I’ve told my fellow dwellers that our home was to be attacked soon and to be ready, they were coming for something priceless.

Something dangerous that shouldn’t fall into their hands.

One hundred years ago, when the kingdom of the east was only slowly being accepted by nature again, a shining light was coming from the ruined castle.

When we investigated, it was beautiful.

The heart of the Sea.

We swore to protect the precious gem, not many of us questioning why it was in the kingdom of the east’s clutches before it the fall but I believe they wanted it because it connected them to our long forgotten creators.

Where we hoped one day, they would return to us.

If we held onto the gems of creations, like the heart of the Sea we could possibly summon them, but this precious gem in the hands of the west? It would be catastrophic.

The sun still beams brightly…I’m not used to all this sun. Non of us are.

We’re used to the shadows.

I await at the gate. The entrance to the centre of the castle where lies the heart of the Sea. I must be on my guard or those who came to claim it will cut me into nothing but pieces.

So I await at my post until I see them.

A solider? No, a knight.

Whose armour shines a luminous blue and whose helmet is adorned with horns the colour of gold.

And whose sword is sharper then any sword I’ve ever seen.

I pull out my own sword. I throw my cloak aside.

Thus my fate maybe sealed…or theirs.

I charged towards them my sword aiming for their abdomen, they dodge to my right and I swing the sword to my right.

Somehow they dash away from my strike and try to aim for my head, if I was only a few more seconds late I would’ve had a sword in my head but I was able to lunge forward and catch myself before turning quickly.

I throw my sword at them and they dodge, looking at the sword and I’m able to strike them with my dagger. Piercing their chainmail, it caught them off guard and they stagger, I try aim for the eye holes of their helmet but I end up collapsing on top of them.

We fumble for but a moment but I grip onto my dagger as I’m able to stab their eye.

They scream and immediately push me off, I’m without my dagger and I try and catch myself but I fall onto my whole being, it leaves me winded and I look to them.

They get up, they tower over me, I expect them to remove the dagger, it jutting out of their helm but no, they only walk to my direction with a thousand yard stare.

I shuffle back, trying to get some distance but no, their walking is my running speed.

Their sword is by their side as they get to my feet and I feel fear.

This is my end.

Their sword pointed at me, right where my heart is. “Your last words, Dweller?” That last word was filled with disgust at my mere name. At my people’s name.

“!niw reven lliw uoy!” I throw my last bit of dust at the solider and I hear a blood curdling scream.

Their sword clatters onto the cobble stone as I hear their cries, clawing at their eyes, they get on their knees and I see sizzling.

They’re screaming is empty, nothing comes out anymore, they must’ve inhaled the dust. They hold their throat and almost collapse on me but I was able to scurry away before a loud clatter.

I see minor twitching…then nothing,

Dead.

I get up, I’m shaking at what I’ve done.

But I knew it had to be done.

I try to ignore the smell of sizzling flesh and head into the ruined castle, picking up my sword and my cloak, wrapping it around me once more.

Hoping that it can cover me from what I have done.

I open the large metal doors and close them quickly before rushing to the center of the castle.

The Princess’s chambers.

Centuries ago, a war happened between all three kingdoms, North, South and West to try and get the heart of the Sea from the East.

But the princess hid the gem in her room, where she invoked an ancient spell.

A spell that simply made them all disappear.

The kings and queens, the generals and soldiers, anyone who was at the territory of the kingdom of the east were gone. Just like that.

No one dared investigated what happened, a spell that simply made everyone disappear like they never existed scared the other kingdoms into backing off, believing the heart of the Sea was gone with the princess that invoked the ancient spell.

But no, one hundred years ago, the gem shone a brilliant light and came back to life.

I make my way past the halls, the walls covered in moss and vines, tapestries strewn around the place, some old and worn, others torn and shredded from all the time that has passed, I make my way through the long hall and open the doors to the princess’s chamber.

Where in the middle, glows the light of the heart of the Sea. Spinning in mid air, it’s making these beautiful noises reminding me of crashing waves.

I’m unsure what to do, the others must have defeated the other soldiers by now…I should go get them and see what is going on but when I turn to leave I feel this pull…like it’s calling me.

I turn and it’s shining this light that can counter the sun in beauty, I can’t help but step closer.

Before I knew it I was holding it in my hand, I feel the energy surge through my entire body. I feel lighter then air, I hear the ocean waves and I can hear it singing to me.

Telling me…

To find them.

Thus…my journey begins.

The 70 year old man is not surprised by the reactions but rather amused.

As he took a seat at the most sacred table of assassins he looked not at the other lesser assassins but only looked straight at the head mancho himself, Brutus Kong.

Brutus Kong was a big burly man who wore a black fukumen. The only thing visible were his eyes, which were abnormal compared to anyone else eyes to say the least. When the old man looked straight into Brutus Kongs eyes mostly everyone assumed Brutus would tell him to buzz off.

But the ones that truly knew him knew what he was about to do. Brutus then stood up and walked towards the man, their eyes never faltering from one another’s gaze then when the mighty assassin was in front of the old man he only bowed his head and said words no one expected...

“Welcome Sensei, I’m glad you could make it here...shall we begin?”

Everyone’s gazed turned back to the old man who only smiled at Brutus and spoke lightly towards all.

“We shall, let us begin why we are all here today...”

He then all of sudden jumped onto the sacred table pulling out a blade of amber.

“Let us see who will see the gods today”

In all but what seemed to be one measly second all of the assassins were down on the ground. Dead.

Only leaving three alive. Brutus. The old man and most importantly...the chosen one.

Once a year, the best assassins meet in a secret location. Showing their best kills, everyone is surprised when they see a 70 year old man walk in.

While everyone is probably one upping one another I thought I would share this!

Sure I do overthink while I drift off to sleep but then I at least think of one silly thing or one happy thing that brings me a smile!

It can be a cute dog! Me petting and adopting said dog, playing with that dog or something like being surprised with a cat that was sitting on my doorstep! What would I do with that said cat?

Or I think of things I’m in love with! Like Video Games, Writing, Art! Things that bring me a smile...or I think of something dumb like-

THEN I WOULD BE LAUGHING MYSELF SLEEP-

All I’m saying is think of one thing that makes you smile!

Overthinking yourself to sleep is the adult version of bedtime story

“My king…you are to do…NOTHING?”

“Yes.”

“BUT…WHAT?! This…This prophecy child is said to dethrone you! Take all that was yours and kill you! This child threatens your power and you are to do nothing!? NOTHING?!”

“Well my dear friend…a wise figure once said that one often meets his destiny on the road he takes to avoid it. Destiny, fate, the will of the gods or people call for my downfall when the child is ready, why fight? Why not…let them try.”

“Try?”

“I mean I’m not gonna lay down like a dog and yield but I’m not gonna go out and bite each child I see either. Instead I will wait, observe and see what happens when the so proclaimed time has come…for now I ask that we call off the engagement with Queen Larissa…gods only knows that woman will kill anyone who delivers such news so maybe she can make my death quicker and easier.”

“B-But your majesty, you imply supposedly! So that can mean there’s a chance you could-“

“Better safe then sorry now! I will tell the Queen myself of this news, for now…go.”

“What?! What do you-“

“Go relax…go home and read that book you’ve been telling me about. I will handle the rest.”

“But-“

“That’s an order.”

“Yes…yes your majesty.”

“…Finally….Salvation.”

The king, after hearing the prophecy about a child fated to depose them, decided to just let the events play out without interfering.

✨OLD TECHNOLOGICAL GROWTH✨

Like I mean if you think about, someone was able to make a WORKING CLOCK ON YOUR WRIST!

Now we not only have a working clock but aLSO A LITERAL PHONE ON OUR WRIST!

Come on people! Our technology is cool in ALL LEVELS AND IN ALL THE TIMES!!

Kids in the future will probably be impressed that some watches don’t need to be charged.

AHHHHHH MY EXCITEMENT!!

🤧🥺🥺💖

To rephrase this “Your putting a descendent of a wolf into sheep’s clothing”...and that descendent lOOKS LIKE DIS-

WHAT A CUTIE PIE! WHAT A FLOOF! I JUST WANT TO PET DA PUPPER FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER I CAN’T-

Putting a wool sweater on your dog is putting a wolf in sheep’s clothing

Reposting this so I don’t forget.

“WAIT PIKARU THE GOD OF THUNDER IS A FREAKING RAT?!”

“Correction. The name is Pikachu and yes the thing was some kind of rat.”

“A-And the God of Fire? Champion Chammer?”

“Charmander. A salamander looking creature but before you go on there’s also something called Evolutions or something-“

“What’s that?”

“Where these Pokémon evolved into bigger strong creatures...such as Charmander transforming into Charizard.”

“...tHE ACTUAL-“

“Also the God of Sleep and Dreams is called Snorlax-“

“OKAY NGL THATS KINDA FUNNY-“

“Indeed-“

-BONUS-

“...want to know what the Goddess of Transformation looks like as one of these Pokémon?”

“SIMON I CANT- IM STILL RECOVERING FROM THAT PICTURE YOU SHOWED ME ABOUT THE DEITIES OF SEA LOOKING LIKE A WEIRD DOG THING-“

“B-But look-“

“...it’s beautiful-“

“I N D E E D.”

You are a student 400 years in the future, you are assigned a project to study the “Trends of the early 2000s” During your research you learn a horrible secret: The Gods you worship were originally portrayed on trading cards known as “Pokemon”

Noises.

Certain sounds echoed in my mind.

Walking on stone, the lighting of a torch and the familiar hiss of a creeper…creeping behind me.

Then I remember shouting, I ran…I ran as fast as I could, my legs taking me…somewhere, I dropped my journal but there was no time as an arrow whisked right past me and stuck onto the cave wall.

My legs took me to a cliff, I screamed as I plummeted and then-

“AHHH-“ I gasped, I couldn’t breath…I started to cough and slowly gain back my lost breath.

My mind still spins but I quickly realize it was a nightmare. A nightmare reliving the past.

I looked around my room. Door on my left, balcony on my right, a picture of Donkey Kong dead ahead. My room was spacious and well decorated…this place I built with my own hands.

My head still hurts…I think I need to go outside.

I push my blanket aside and let my feet touch the cold wooden floor, I shiver but I slug my way to the balcony doors, I open only one of the doors and I’m immediately met with the cold breeze. My eyes shot open as I see the beauty around me…

The oak forests on the left look beautiful in the moonlight and the ocean on the right glistens like diamonds in a mineshaft.

I took a deep breath. This is my eden.

I close the door behind me as I let the breeze tickle my beard, I let it make me feel so cold yet so warm. I felt safe…at home.

As I looked up to the moon, as the intrusive thought invade my mind and as I fight them off I hear soft footsteps and a little knock at my door.

I turn my gaze to see a little shadow peeking through the window.

There with big olde violet eyes, looking at me with the same look my wolf would give me would I had steak in my hand.

“Steve? Is that you my boy?”

The little shadow emerges from the shadows and into the light where I can see my boy with his shaggy hair, PJ’s and stuffed sheep clutched to his chest.

I open the door to the balcony, he hesitantly steps into the moonlight.

“What’s wrong my son?”

Steve says nothing as he waddles towards me and looks to me…I notice his violet eyes are on near tears. A nightmare…

“Come here my child.” I pick up my little guy and hold him close as he and I look over our eden. He nestles into my chest and I rub his back.

“It’s okay Stevie…I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

Muttering those words again and again as I look at my boy. Oh Steve…I wish I was there with you again but due to my arrogance…I am lost.

If you find this…know that I will always love you and to please. Find the journal I left behind in mine where it all began.

I’m sorry my son.

Sincerely, your father, Notch.