The Tipping Of The Scales

The Tipping Of The Scales - The Day Of The Storm

Jordan's POV

The day had arrived. We had been preparing for this non stop, barely stopping to eat and sleep as the cursed deadline approached. Lining up in between the nether portal and the Mianite temple, we took stock of everything we had. Every person had a sword, bow and armor as well as countless stacks of ender pearls to escape the fighting if it got too rough. Notch apples had just finished being created, everyone with half a stack each - exhausting our once massive gold supply. Faces contained mixed emotions, some of fear and others of determination. We had no real idea of what to expect, whether it'd be Mianite fighting us alone or if he'd have shadow minions of his own to help defeat us. I knew that the gods would not fight with us, my lady's idea of fate and intervention had given me that knowledge.

On the dawn of our final day, we all slept next to our gear in case our warning had been wrong - and knowing Mianite it was quite likely to be inaccurate. Nobody could really sleep, it was more a lot of tossing and turning in their makeshift beds. Everyone had agreed to sleep together in the court house, so they'd know if anything was going on outside whilst others slept but nobody really wanted to be there. The court house had always been an eerie place and it had been one of Caitlin's common residences, meaning that Tucker generally refused to go anywhere near it.

The clouds fully covered the land, blocking out the sun and the stars. Darkness covered all of us, shadows dancing and mocking us wherever we looked. With the darkness came the nerves and with the nerves came the fear. Some of us paced, others clutched one another seeking comfort and others merely sat in place, staring around at the world that may soon come to end - lost in their own thoughts. Small inches of light seeped through the dense clouds, throwing streaks of light onto random objects and causing us all to jump away in fear. Sonja had set up lanterns within the boarders of the force field that surrounded us, giving us vision but not enough to reassure us of the lack of evil presences that surely were surrounding us as we rested. Nobody was really at one another's throats, dark glances were shared between all - a constant reminder of the oncoming storm.

A bolt of lightning flashed in the distance and pierced the coarse earth, causing us all to jump up and raise our swords in unison. Nobody spoke, the earpieces remaining untouched and the tension in the air so thick that you couldn't cut it with a knife. A small fire blazed on the block where the lightning struck it, illuminating our faces momentarily as we awaited some foul creature to leap from the fire and hack through us. Nothing came until we looked at the horizon.

The sun was meant to be rising now, giving us a brief glimpse of light and its rays of hope but we were not greeted by such a spectacle. The light of the sun was blocked out by thousands of shadowy beings, their forms twisting and morphing constantly with a menacing slicing sound. In the center of them, stood a glowing form. It was Mianite. His once kind eyes were filled with darkness and rage, glowing a vicious amber and causing the shadows to growl in unison, their tendrils snapping in place in their thirst for blood. The once holy robes were tattered and shredded, splattered with blood and the shadowy liquid. The stench of death emanated off of him, causing us all to gag momentarily as it wafted our direction. Tucker, Sonja and Lisette were silent. All reminders of their once peaceful god were gone and they had no idea where to turn to now. To fight your own god must be an experience that cuts you to the core, something that you could never truly recover from.

We turned our formation around, forming a semi circle that faced the army head on, leaving no gaps in our defense, every fighter placing their life on the line to fulfill the events that were to come to pass. I understand my role in today's battle, with every part of me praying that it would not come to that. Hindsight was something that I had constantly hoped for yet was coming to regret possessing. In my mind was a constant turmoil that was searching for a way out of this spider web called fate that I was encased in.