Joel woke up with a start. It was Saturday morning and everything was calm in Mezalea. It was always calm on Saturday mornings but for the past few weeks, waking up came with a panic, a rush. Almost a red haze.
Joel blinked, trying to clear his head and heaved himself out of bed. He wandered to the great wardrobe and changed into his black robes royal purple garb. Settling the gold crown onto his head, Joel walked to the balcony and looked out over the lush streets of Mezalea. The Mother Tree's clones buzzed about in the streets as the morning sun beat down on them.
Everything was calm. Everything was normal.
Then why was his heart thundering in his chest? Joel scratched his long beard chin and sighed into the morning. His mind still raced, filled with images of a house on a bridge, Lizzie's surprised face as an axe hit her, tnt falling onto a mossy roof, and a hut, home to a wizard. But all was forgotten as fast as it came.
Nothing was making sense. The world spun and Joel stumbled, crashing into the balcony rails. Despite the noise of the empire, magic mountain Mezalea seemed silent in his ears, replaced by a high pitched ringing.
Joel stared between the railing, down at the street far below. A fall like that could kill him permanently wouldn't hurt in his netherite gear. So why was he so cautious? Why did he feel the need to hold a water bucket just incase? And why did he need to kill?
Joel needed to clear his head. He left his palace behind, and travelled though the streets of Mezalea towards the docks. Everything seemed to take too long and the streets where too crowded. Clones and citizens alike buzzed past him, not noticing something was dreadfully wrong.
The world swam beneath him, as Joel nearly collapsed into a wall. His head felt like it would split and he was sweating like a horse. Suddenly, he was overcome with the urge to vomit and hurled onto the cobbled streets.
Joel wiped his mouth and ran to the docks.
Once there, he took a small row boat out, until the shore was a distance away, and all he could hear was seabirds and the salty wind blowing in his ears.
His twisted, red gold crown was far too heavy. His cloak jacket was too hot.
Where was he? There isn't an ocean biome in this map.
The worlds he knew blurred, and the King gazed round at last life, as the Red wizard grinned at the world of Empires
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Mcyt Oneshots
FanfictionThese are some oneshots about the different mcyts. I will write Empires Smp, Hermitcraft, 3rd life/Last life, Xlife and 100 hours This is Not a Dsmp book/There will Not be Dsmp oneshots in here, sorry for the inconvience. Most of these ficlets I wil...
