Secret Meetings (GEX)

Chapter 1 (EX)

      Soooo, it took me a while to write this but I hope it's semi decent, the first 320 words I wrote like, two weeks before I finally decided to write more, thanks to Abbsbsbsur for inspiring me to write more of this chapter! :)

Words: 843 of actual story line

Trigger Warning: Swearing,

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      The first thing he noticed was the brightness, it confused him. Light? There isn't light in the void. Maybe I'm dead, maybe the void  finally got bored of me. He tried to open his eyes to look around but they wouldn't open, all he could see was the read that you see when looking at a light with your eyes closed.

      Next, he noticed the feeling of whatever was around him, he could feel something soft beneath him, not soft enough to be a bed however. He could also feel something soaking into his skin. All these facts made him come to only one conclusion, he was lying on grass. But he knew that wasn't what it was, it couldn't be. He was banned to the void, cursed to never see the light of day again.

      And yet.

      After much convincing, his eyes finally complied and opened, as soon as a sliver of sunlight made it through, they slammed shut once more. Shit that's bright! The light was shocking and burned his eyes, it had been months- years?- He wasn't quite sure, all he knew was that it had been a very long time, months or years of never ending torture, torture that was painful in the worst ways, it was supposed to break him, to kill him. But he knew then and there that he was out. A cool breeze blew over his face, he gave a small smile. I'm out....

      He kinda just lay there, enjoying his own existence. For a short while there were thoughts of What if this is all just a trick? Another way to torture me? Or Is this heaven?... Or hell.... Probably hell. But in the end he realized that he didn't care, he would enjoy it while it lasted.

      Which of course, couldn't be too long as he remembered that the world had a day-night cycle and it would be good to get materials before nightfall.

      He got up from the ground and looked at the world around him, it was a shock to see anything other than black for a change. He quickly noticed that he was standing in a plains biome that sat next to a swamp (I had to look up the season 7 map for this lol), making the quick decision to check out the swamp, he set off.

      Of course, as any other minecraft player the first thing he did was get some wood from the drippy trees that resided in the swamp, putting four planks to get a crafting table and a couple more mushed with some sticks he had gotten from breaking the leaves, he had at least some tools. It wasn't much, but it would do for now.

      Unfortunately, the sky started to darken in colour and he was stuck trying to find shelter, why had he chosen the swamp, just why!?

      His eyes swept the flat, wet lands in search of a specific structure, a witch hut. It didn't take him long to find one of said wooden shacks. He rushed over to the hut before noticing that it was different than usual, it was bigger, had a small staircase leading to the door and last but not least, the windows were like stained glass, many, many shards of different coloured glass scattered about creating a pattern that was almost beautiful.

      Splash

      He felt an agonizing pain shoot through his body like a bomb. A potion of harming! He quickly realised, turning around to see the witch that most likely lived in this house, instead of the usual bald head, this witch had long, mangled black hair that had seemingly hadn't been brushed in years (Eyyyy another 666 word mark here!), her witch hat seemed extra large but then again, he didn't exactly trust his judgement at this point. Even weirder, she seemed to have some sort of magical staph made out of what he assumed was dark oak, millions of little amethyst shards were embroidered into the staph and one large one sat at the point, creating something of a weapon.

      The witch gave a loud cackle and slipped another potion out of her cloak and tossed it at him, thinking fast he jumped to the side, dodging the potion, and ran straight at the witch, grabbing the staff he quickly dodged another potion and impaled it into her stomach. The witch fell down with a small thump, the light fading from her eyes as she poofed into gray smoke leaving nothing but her staph, which he was still holding, behind.

      That was weird. Have witches gotten an update or something since I was last here? A wave of nostalgia hit him, he really had missed this place....

      Still holding the staph at the ready, she slowly went up the steps to the front door and opened it. It was one big room with only a cauldron, a bookshelf and a mirror in it.

      Oh boy. This is going to need some work.... He thought. He smiled and looked into the mirror, his red eyes gleamed in the darkness and his white hair was stained with a bit of blood. 

I'm back baby!

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      Oh. My. FREAKING GOD. THIS TOOK SO LOOONNNGGGG!!! But I did it! I hope you like this so far, the next two chapters will be just edited versions of two of the oneshots from my oneshot book so hopefully they should come out soon! However, my posting schedule will slow a bit as my theatre performance it this week! I'm so exited!! But yeah, basically that means that I will have three full days of just theatre so I won't be able to write as much but I'll still to get something out! Anyways:

      Ladies, gentlemen, theydies and gentletheys, have a FAEtastic day! -Faerie