The Huntress of Mianite

Part Two: Epilogue

Farmer Steve's Perspective

Aye, it was a good day. Apples were delivered, wheat was harvested, and the day was right swell. Then a star fell from the sky. Wasn't really a star, more like a sky folk. It spooked me, it did. They landed right in front of me. Damned near a heart attack. I got up, throwin' me fishing pole to the side, and I looked at the floatin' mass. It was dressed in a purple/violet cloak, that had gold embroidery, and it was obviously a woman. I dove in, and swam up to the sheila. I grabbed her 'round the waist, and hauled her out of the river. She had a long braid of auburn hair that was as tangled as Sven's Fishnets after a bad hurricane. She was real pale, like most folk in Dagrun, and she was dressed in a hunter's attire. She was at least 17, nearin' 18. She was a beaut, as well. I got her on the dock, where I felt her pulse. She was alive, but she didn't breathe. I felt real awkward. I mean, Martha wouldn't allow me to smooch another sheila, but this one was obviously unable to breathe. And it was CPR, as well. What can I say? I performed CPR on the sky girl, who started coughing. I sat back up, to see her take a breath of air. She opened her eyes.

Zakida's Perspective

I woke to see a blonde man wearing a cowboy hat, and he looked oddly Australian. I heard of other realms from Dec, but only met people from Britain and America. Dec told me that the Australians were very exotic and fiesty. This boy was exotic, but not much fiesty. His stormy blue/gray eyes looked into mine, and I personally felt creeped out. I made a weird face, and he blushed. "Are you okay, sheila?" He asked.
Definitely Australian.
I sat up, my strength coming back swiftly. I went to grab my bow and arrow, but they weren't there. Shit! I had my dagger, though. I held it out at him, and said, "Stay back. Stay back!" He held his hands up, and said, "Okay, okay! I'll back up, sorry, mate! Don't gimme a right rumble, aye?" I guess I was a bit harsh. But I had no knowledge of this man, nor where I was. Last I checked, the only farmer was Champwan, who definitely wasn't Australian. This man was not Champwan. He stood up, and I stood up as well, lowering my guard a tiny bit. A tiny bit. I asked, looking at him, "Who are you? Where am I? Where is my goddess?" The man was clearly still shocked at my eyes. He stammered, "I-I'm St-Steve. The apple farmer. Your at my home, obviously, outside of Dagrun." I squinted at him. He probably has no idea who Ianite is. She must be in the end. He was intimidated by me, when he was shuddering. I stood from my fighting stance, and sheathed my dagger into my holster. "Pleasure to meet you, Farmer Steve. I'm sorry for frightening you. I have...quick reflexes. Could you take me to the...Priest, or whoever holds the religious powers in this town?" He seemed calm now, returning to a strong stance. He was quite tall, as well; about 6 feet. He was quite handsome, I will admit. But he was around his 20's, at the very least. His sandy blonde hair was a bit wavy, and back in a very tamed mullet. His hat was folded at the sides, with a gold buckle, and he had some scruff on his chin. (A/N: This is how I imagine Farmer Steve, so please don't judge.)
He looked me up and down, and furrowed his eyebrows. He shrugged his shoulders, and said, "Come on, Sheila. Dec's this way." He started out the side gate, and headed towards a town area. I followed. Did he say Dec? As in Priest Declan? Perhaps I wasn't far from Home. Just perhaps.

We walked through the town, which was absolutely beautiful. A few villagers were talking in their usual grunts, a couple of children ran about, playing tag, and it was all about a good day in what Steve called 'Dagrun'. We walked over to a church, where I could hear mystical rumblings. Steve called in, "Oi, Dec, ol' boyo!" A figure looked up from the altar, and at Steve, who he started off to. I hope we didn't interrupt this man. He seemed too nice. And he was kinda busy with his ramblings.

Sure enough, it was Declan. Same scruffy, ginger hair and beard, green and red torn clothes, same cape, but he also had a pair of golden wings. "Steve, man! Great to see you. Crops all good?" He said, seeing Steve. Then he noticed me. I had my hood up, but he could see the glow from beneath. "Hello there. What's your name?" I shifted my weight, and replied, "Zakida." Suddenly, thunder rumbled, and the sky grew dark. Dec raised an eyebrow, and said, looking about. "Ehm, well, that is a lovely name." Suddenly I felt awkward. He should know my name. Something was up. "Very funny, Declan. Don't you remember me? The goddess' huntress? The last Enderchild? You can't have short term memory loss, I know you too well." He seemed confused. Steve looked at me, as though I just said I was following Dianite. "I never seen you before." He replied, scrunching his eyebrows up. I sighed, and asked, "Well, since your memory of a good friend is wiped, I guess I'll ask this; Where am I? What is this place? Where are the Heroes?" Declan sighed, and said, "I'm positive Steve told you of where you are; this is Dagrun, the only known kingdom in Ruxomar. And, as for the Sky People, they have been taken into cells, after they fell from the heavens. But, as for you, I'd like to ask you a few questions. Specifically, of the abilities of an Enderchild." I gulped. He was asking a lot.
Enderchildren, for you readers and curious peepers, are children of a mortal and Enderman. They develop their eyes of ender by the time they are two, which assist them to travel through the End. The abilities we have are speech of the Endermen, teleportation without any Enderpearls, or what Mortals use. That is what they mostly have. But, somehow, I was born to an Elder Enderman, who is the descent of the Ender Dragon, the companion of our goddess, Ianite. I can do what the others do, but I also possess endless wisdom, and, due to my hundred years of training, I'm an excellent martial artist. I also have an interest in an ancient art of Magic, called Ars Magica. It assists me with figuring out difficult riddles.

Dec nodded, and said, "Well. Could you demonstrate your abilities, by teleporting yourself over to the other side of town, then back?" I nodded. That was easy. I closed my eyes, and felt a tingling, but it went away. I opened my eyes. I wasn't on the other side of town. Dec crossed his arms, as did Steve. "Well, that is disappointing." Declan stated. I gulped, and asked, "How did I not teleport? I could do this like I could walk back in Mianite..." Dec looked puzzled. "Wherever you fell from, must've shredded your teleportation powers from you. Very odd..." I gulped. If I couldn't teleport, then I wasn't a proper Enderchild. I couldn't escape from mobs-- SZZHHWITT! Suddenly I was propelled backwards, then returned. Dec looked absolutely shocked, and Steve jumped backwards, frightened. "What the hell was that?! Whatdja do, Mate?" He said, holding his chest. I blushed, and said, "I guess my powers are kinda janky...?" Dec smiled, and Steve sighed. "Now I know two magic shielas..."

Dec helped me with the bow and arrows I needed, from the castle's armory, when we heard a scruffle of iron boots on gravel. I turned to see a rather handsome boy, who had dark brown hair, bright blue eyes, and had leather armor adorning him. He raised his eyebrows at me, and cleared his throat. Dec, who was checking through the potions, turned to see him. The boy nodded. "Hello, Priest. What are you doing here?" He said. The Priest smiled, and said, "Andor! How are you? I'm here helping young Zakida here find some good bows and arrows. Zakida, this is Andor, the Prince of Dagrun." I blushed. I didn't realize I was in the presence of royalty. I awkwardly curtsied, and he bowed. "So, Zakida, eh? I never seen you around these parts before. Where do you hail from?" He asked. I felt my heart thump unnecessarily heavily. I never felt this before. "Um, I come from The End." I replied. What the hell was this feeling I was getting? I was blushing, but not from embarrassment. My heart was working overtime, but not from sprinting. What was this bizarre sensation? Andor smirked, and replied, "I didn't realize there were civilizations in the end. But, then again, nothing from there is as exotic as you..." He noticed Dec giving him an unimpressed face, and went quiet.

After getting a good bow and stack of arrows, Dec and Andor walked me over to the church, where Dec left for the night. Andor walked me over to a grand bridge, where he said, "Out there is Ruxomar. Its lands are vast, there are a few towns, but most of it is covered. And, if you ever need anything, you are always welcome to Dagrun. I'm sure a few Wizards will welcome you as well, but they are mostly secretive. And, I hope to see you again. I'd like to learn more about your heritage." I smiled, and he suddenly handed me a purple flower. My glowing eyes looked into his. "A departing gift. I'll let you leave now." He said, smiling. I smirked, and gave him a quick, friendly peck on the cheek. He blushed a rosy pink. I waved good bye, and walked away. I didn't want to risk getting into a janky teleportation deal. Maybe the wizards could be of help... I shook my head. No. I'd be able to sort it out. It happened before. Besides. I could will myself to be teleported. Other Enderchildren had limited teleportation.

I walked, and watched as Dagrun became a sihloette, a mere glowing particle. I was off on another adventure. A new world. A new leaf turned.

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