Acts of Redemption

Darkest path

Disclaimer: I use "" for thoughts and ─ for speaking.

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Purple tried falling asleep, but his brain had other plans for him, that seemed to be the new norm ... When was the last time he slept well?

His improvised bed was also not very helpful, laying down on the hard floor looking up at the ceiling of the cavern was not confortable.

Not only that but his mind would jump from one topic to the other, to a point he started developing a bad headache. 

He turned his head to the side, watching Yellow, who was still curled up in his corner, sleeping with one hand tightly holding on to one of the straps of his open bag.

Purple could say it was kinda cute.

"No it isn't... Yellow snores... Way too loud..." The thought popped into his brain making him snicker.

If Purple didn't saw him sleeping there, he could swear that it was a Piglin or a Hoglin.

" Does Yellow smoke? that is a smoker's snore. " Purple wondered. "He acted like a withdrawing crackhead sometimes, but I never saw him smoke... Maybe he did it in secret..."

Purple shook his head to get out of that tangent, sighing and trying to force himself to sleep.

" What will the King think if I don't go back soon? Is he worried at all? Does my King care about me enough to worry?"

Purple turned on his side, facing the wall, Yellow's words ringing in his ears still. It was his fault... He did all of this... All for some stupid minecraft block.

"I'm a greedy idiot... I don't deserve being spared... King was right all along, I am useless if I can't serve him, useless for daring to think that I was the victim in this situation, after all the things he made the others go through..." The thoughts drilled into his head, making his head pound.

He grunted quietly, turned to the other side, now staring at Yellow, who just kept impersonating a chainsaw in his sleep, oblivious about Purple's crisis.

His eyes slowly drifted away from him, to the glimmering diamond sword poking out of Yellow's bag.
" Who am I fooling? I'm not important, My King probably doesn't even know I'm gone... I need to make him see me!

I just need... I just want my King to be pleased."

He slowly sat up, heart beating a bit too fast. Eyes stuck to the blade.

Getting back on his feet, Purple took a deep breath.

" I disappointed everyone... But I can do this one thing right... I can be useful for once.." he moved as quietly as he could, grabbing the hilt of the sword and slowly lifting above his own head.

" Just one swing... just one swing and I can leave this behind..."

Yellow rolled to the other side, knees close to his chest while he twitched slightly in his dreaming state.

" But I promised to him that I would help... " He shook his head aggressively.

" Who cares?? He won't be alive to demand my honesty!"

Purple was paralysed, gripping the hilt so hard his knuckles turned pale.

" If I kill him, then I'll always be the villain... You know this, Purple..."

Breathing became difficult, his hands sweating, his body was shaking.

He threw the sword back into the bag, crawling to the corner, tears going down his face once again.

"I'm a coward... I'm a useless... Coward."

The King concentrated the power of his staff direct to WiFi symbol. A white beam shot out of it, hitting it's target with a zapping noise.

The symbol glowed bright for a couple of seconds before cracking right in the middle.

The tall stickfigure gave a wicked grin, stepping on top of the crack and hitting it with the staff until it opened itself into a white warping hole.

The King didn't waste a moment before leaping into the warp, going through a tube before being spat out in a open field.

Oh, he was so grateful for his ability to float, he landed safely on the grass a few hundred meters away, while he took a moment to take in his surroundings.

He was in a open field by a deep cliff to a ocean, waves crashing against the rocks down on the pit. There was trails of destructions along the edges.

In the grass, just a few meters away from him, there was a large wooden shack, very close to the edge with two rough up training dummies on the side yard and about a dozen half dead flowers that seemed to had been aggressively shoved into the soil. 

The King took just a few steps forward, approaching the building when he heard a gust of wind behind him.

─ Who are you? ─ The King turned around,  being now face to face with a stickfigure, it looked similar to Second Coming, perhaps a bit taller.

─ My name is not relevant... I am just looking for someone in specific. ─ He smiled, giving the shorter stickfigure his best voice tone.

His answer didn't seemed to appease the black stickfigure in front of him, who just seemed on edge just for having him there. ─ Who would that be?

─ Someone named The Dark Lord.

The stickfigure in front of him closed his fists, pulling a fighting stance. ─ How could you possibly tell if im not him?

The King smirk, giving him a chuckle. ─ Please, I'm sure someone with that kind of name wouldn't go around talking to strangers, right? Am I wrong to assume you're not him?

The chosen one kept the fighting stance, only getting more and more on edge from his presence, but not daring to attack. ─ Dark is not receiving visitors at the moment. So I suggest you go away.

─ I'm simply here to offer a deal. ─ The tall stickfigure put one hand on his chest as a dramatic gesture.  ─ I'm sure he would be interested in what I have to say.

The black stickfigure's fists combust into bright crackling flames. ─ Leave.

The King put one hand up, trying to calm down the antsy stickfigure. ─ OK, OK,  I'll leave... Just let me talk to you first then.

He stared at him for a moment, not moving, and when the stickfigure's flaming fists extinguished he spoke. ─ You see... Not very long ago, it came to my attention that the power I had was not enough to keep me protected from the terrible dangers this world had to offer... And I tried my very best to find good allies to help me in the search for power... I heard the story you two shared. ─ He lied through his teeth, keeping his voice low and slow.

The chosen one took a step back.
─ There is no story. We do not   have anything to do with you and I'm sure what you have to offer would be of no interest for us...

With a dramatic sigh, the King put his weight against his staff. ─ Does all the stickfigures of your kind act like stubborn children? It's rather annoying. ─

─ Leave now or you'll regret it! ─ Chosen's eyes lit up with a bright red glow but the King stood his ground, taking a step forward, he was not afraid of him.

─ Do not come closer!─ Chosen wanted to attack, but the staff in the King's hand made him nervous, he didn't know what it was and how  didn't know if he could strike back, if it was powerful enough to bring him here, who knows what else it could do.

The King smiled, stopping in place when he told him to. ─ I don't need to come any closer... You may not be The Dark Lord... But I guess you'll have to do for now. ─

And before Chosen could attack, the staff glow, making his eyes hurt and a beam of light made everything go white and his mind went foggy.