Acts of Redemption

Accept defeat before it consumes you

This story is based on the last episode of the series so far, after the King had gotten the Cube. So any and all information after this particular point won't be used in the story

Chapter rewritten
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For how many hours have they been fighting?

One?

Ten?

Did an hour pass at all?...

Time has become a mush of barely recognizable blurs of images and noises. And a never ending wave of pain that seemed to consume everything.

The king managed to hit Second coming on the head so hard that the stickfigure was sure he had a concussion, and with that, the King had in hands both cubes.
Both powers were now his...

It was over... It was all over...

He won... Somehow... After everything they had done, he won.

The stickfigures all focused on King at once when it happened, an desperate and rather pathetic attempt to take that power away from him, to disarm him again.

But it was all useless, the King was too powerful, there were too many brutes, too many threats. It was all in vain.

Second Coming ran on top of debris of a broken castle ignoring the pain on the bottom of his feet from the still blistering hot stone, readying a punch when a bolt of lightning hit him.

He was used to pain, he truly was. Fighting usually caused some pain, falling also caused some pain... Not being able to save his friends caused pain.

But that bolt of lightning, was one of the most agonizing pains he had ever experienced. It felt like fire on the inside, molten lava pouring down his throat and melting him from the inside out.

He screamed, his eyes blurred. He could barely recognize when Blue ran to him.

"Second!" — He heard his friend shout before there was another strike and Blue hit the floor a few feet away with a groan and an awful crack of his bones.

Before Orange could focus his eyes again, he noticed the abrupt shift of his view, from looking at his friend on the floor, to seeing the hot bricks below him.

He had fell on his side, lungs burning trying to get a single good deep breath out of the acrid, sulfuric smell of the Nether.

The fight seemed endless and hopeless... The slicing of a sword and the Warden was down. Tumbling to the floor like a tower falling down.

Oh how much Second's heart shattered at the view, he had brought the poor creature to die at the hands of a monster.

Second managed to get to his knees in shaky legs, coughing up some of the blood that had accumulated in his mouth.

He looked around for a sword, but there was none he could take. The weapons were all destroyed, even from the brutes that were already down. An enchantment, perhaps, the King thought about everything.

Second spotted Yellow still fighting, holding on to that blue staff like it was the only thing holding together, the only hope.
His poor, poor friend. There was blood going down Yellow's bruised face, cuts slicing his skin in many ways.

Second wanted to help him, but all he could do was pathetically crawl a few inches forward before his vision doubled again from the exhaustion. He could only watch in horror as the brutes surrounded him..

Red wasn't better either, fighting with a fishing pole and his bare hands, his knuckles were bruised and bloodied, almost as much as his face.

Fighting an all powerful being with a hook and bare strength, it was bravery perhaps... Recklessness most likely.