Hermitcraft and Empires Oneshots

Immortal (Cleo)

Season 8 is here! With Helsknight and possibly EvilX, and two new hermits, it'll be fun to see what this community cooks up. Hope you have fun with my first one shot for the new season.

Cleo P.O.V.

I had just come up from mining, just come up to the surface when he came. He was standing there formally in front of me, ready to cause some trouble.

I looked closer at the sword he was holding. The sharp diamond edge reflected a shimmering glow. It was not the pinkish-purple glow of an enchanted item though.

No. This item was not attainable through such simple means. The man that stood in front of me knew what he was doing to get that sword, but that was about as far as his wits took him today.I

The sword to immerse with a black light. This was no sword of this world. Infused inside it was the magic of a powerful creature, something bigger than simply this world. Something even more powerful than the emperor Ren dealt with last season.

The sword was not one that would kill. It was made to eliminate. A deadly thing, something you could not respawn from. This sword would cause perma-death.

And before me wielding it was someone I was thoroughly surprised to see, Helsknight. The nether-born knight store before me with his blade poised. I had seen no death message before, so I must have been the first person he intended to target.

I found that strange. I could not find a reason to eliminate me first. I was not the best at PVP, but I was not the worst either. He wasn't trying to eliminate threats, or get the easy people out of the way with.

As far as I knew, he was choosing his victims at random. But as I stated before, his wits only took him far enough to get the sword. For the safety other hermits, I was glad he had chosen me as his first victim, even if I did not understand why.

I had my armor previously equipped to deal with the mobs I would find in the caves after mining, so all I needed to do was pull out my sword. I took in the knight with no fear, for I had nothing to fear.

Even seeing that I was not scared, his expression of arrogance did not falter. His stone-faced confidence stayed upon him even when I was the one to approach him with my sword.

I would not back down from this fight. Not when I was the only one who could stop the potential rampage about to take place. I took a second step forward, preparing for the fight ahead in my mind.

I watched his stance, his small movements. The actions that would betray weak points, or reveal his next move. We both stood there for a moment, calculating.

I briefly wondered if I should be worried, when his confidence did not falter under mine, before promptly pushing such thoughts aside. I had nothing to fear from the mortals on this server.

A slip of his feet. A change in stance. A readying swing. I brought up my sword to parry the predictable blow easily. I could tell the nether-born knight was starting easy.

When he saw I was not to be taken so lightly, he changed pace. His movements were fast and unpredictable. Parrying and dodging the blows were becoming harder by the second. Each fault I made brought him closer to my defenses.

Over the course of the fight, I managed to strike my sword against his armor a few times, but the contact only cause my blade vibrate and my hand to hurt slightly.

He must have gotten his armor infused with something too. A passing thought as I fought him. He seemed to be getting slightly desperate in his attempt to make it past my defences.

His patience was waning. I was waiting for my chance. I had nothing to fear, even as my body tired with the continued attempts toward off my attacker.

I kept repeating it in my head as a mantra. Nothing to fear. Sometimes I had to remind myself that I things the others did not.

A slip on my part. My own blade thrown to the side as if it was made of wood. His thrust forward. A look of triumph that was soon to be erased. I felt the blade pierce my armor. Through my skin.

Then I smiled. I laughed out loud. It was a high, witch-like cackle. Something that would not come out of a human whom was just stabbed. But I was no human.

I pulled out the blade, throwing it to the ground. I stomped down on it with my foot, breaking the cursed item. Blood was pouring out of my wound, but it was not my lifeblood. I had nothing to fear.

The look of pure shock on the face of the nether-born knight was priceless. I walked over to grab my sword off the ground, while Helsknight stood stock-still from the shock.

"You chose wrong, knight of the nether. Do not mess with the power of an immortal." And then I thrust my sword through a hole between his armor.

{Helsknight was slain by ZombieCleo}

"You do not mess with an immortal or their friends. If you ever come for the hermits with something like that, expect my wrath," I whispered over the spot where he died.

I had nothing to fear. For I am immortal.

And that's a rap. What did you guys think? I feel like I may have wrote in a different style than usual this time, but it felt better for this.

-Leaf~ over and out.