Fallen Returned

Then Treachery You Have Chosen

I want someone to chain me up and interrogate me fr

I wanna Be A Hostage

*screems in "wah i wasn't born in fantasy setting"*

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RECAP

     It was foolish, daring, downright stupid, but it held a trembling flame of hope, like a battered candle in an open window on a stormy night...

     He'd risk releasing Herobrine, Nether, he'd risk killing himself. He'd be in the same grasp as the man who had tormented and healed him just to make him suffer more... And he'd be in a dimension that made nightmares come to life.

     But if he wouldn't do it... who would?

     Who else held the same amount of connection to Herobrine? Who else could boast of catching and holding the interest of the crazed Second Ruler, and who could say they had faced him and lived?

     And who else could afford to lose their life without endangering the entirety of the human race and the Valkyries...

     Certainly not Notch.

     With a huff, Steven glanced over his shoulder, out over the open lake rippling peacefully under the full moon. His hands curled into fists, resolve brightening his eyes, sending a thrill of fear and anticipation up his spine.

     Maybe... maybe there was hope for fixing this broken world and mending the rent between its torn Rulers...

     Very well... he would do it.

     After all, he had no one left in this world who would be saddened by his death...

     ...Herobrine himself had taken care of that.

     Within a short week, Steven was ready to head to the capitol.

END RECAP

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~Then Treachery You Have Chosen~

     Steven found himself staring up at a massive wall encircling Notch's palace.

     He adjusted a traveling pack on his shoulders, breathing out quietly.

     He'd set out on his journey to the capitol in secret, knowing his appearance anywhere near the palace would arouse suspicion. After all, why in the Overworld would he wish to return to the place that had locked away his own creator?

     Ugh... even thinking of how inhuman he was made him grimace.

     Steven shuddered, turning to begin walking along the wall's edge. Dressed in plain garb, he kept his head down and hooded, face hidden in shadow. Hopefully, his cloak wouldn't draw much suspicion... he'd need to get into the very depths of Notch's grand palace alive, preferably.

     Breaking in was out of the question. He was no thief and had little experience when it came to slipping into places unnoticed. He'd have to find some sort of cover... perhaps a servant delivering food? Or wood?

     If all else failed, he'd need to resort to climbing... which he certainly did not prefer. Or he'd have to use those... strange 'products' he'd bought from that shady merchant... but those really needed to be saved to break him through if he was caught.