The Enderlox Trilogy III: Seto's Triumph

T E N: Worthless

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***TY'S POV***

I couldn't protect her, even though I wanted to so badly. Seto kissed her, and there was no way I believed his apology. I didn't see it when it happened, she could have enjoyed it and I would be none the wiser. Max kissed her, and I saw how much she hated it, but I did nothing. I can't defend her, I don't deserve her. I don't deserve anyone.

Now I notice, all at once, every dirty look I've gotten, every hateful comment spewed my way, every glare when I told them about the cult, every time I'd let Ashley or my team down. It floods me, it takes me over entirely. I speak the hateful words to myself, letting them sink in.

"Stupid, ugly, mutant, letdown, disappointment, worthless."

Those words feel so right, so fitting to my existence. Ashley is going to leave me. It'll be too much for her to deal with the fact that I'm mortal and she's not, and I couldn't protect her anyway, so I understand why she'll leave. Ashley's going to fall in love with Seto, I'm sure. She's immortal, and Seto is basically immortal as well. It's destiny. Me, the mortal, I get left behind. I don't play a role in the way the world works. Well, my world. Ashley is my world, and she's bound to fall in love with someone else. Seto plays a far larger role in her life than I do. Seto's just so popular, just because he can conjure diamonds or make flowers bloom. I can't do that, not in my stupid state of being. All I can do is scare people with my dragon-demon form. I'll never be Seto. I'll never really have Ashley. Not forever, anyway. As loyal as she could swear to be, she'd find someone else eventually. Seto will stand by her until a death that never comes does them part. What is my life without Ashley? I love her so much, living without her seems impossible.

I just want to leave, I can't do it anymore. I wait until Sky and Jason are out cold and I write a note.

To whom it may concern,

I'm gone, don't worry about me. When I figure this out I'll be back. Hopefully. Don't wait up for me though, I might not come back at all.

Sincerely,

Ty

With that I get out of the tent, spread my wings, and take off with a running start, flying to Notch knows where. Far from here, hopefully.

I fly for hours, not stopping for any reason. Going north-northeast, I believe, not that it matters. I'm just flying away. Maybe I'll find my way back to civilization after a little while, after I'm okay with living again. If that happens at all.

Maybe I'll die out there, maybe by my own hand, and someone will find my mutated, deformed body years from now, and my skeleton will be put in a museum for the public to marvel at. At least then someone will appreciate me.

For some reason, that thought feels so right. I accept it right on the spot. I look down at the landscape unraveling itself below me. A beautiful valley, dotted with trees and patches of exposed rock. I land, slowly letting myself lose altitude as I focus on using my tail as a rudder to keep myself parallel to the ground until my feet touch the long, unkempt grass of the hills. I walk off to a nearby tree and get to work, setting myself up with a crafting bench and a wooden pickaxe. I use this pickaxe to mine up some of the exposed stone and retrieve some cobble from my labor. I create a furnace and use my excess wooden planks to turn the cobble back to stone.

If Seto was here, he could just conjure up some stone. I think.

I make the knife and spend an hour sharpening it. It's no razor, but it'll do. I sit atop the furnace, the dim light of its dying coals casting ominous shadows on the landscape. I turn the blade in my palm, examining the way the light shines on its dull gray color. I turn my wrist and examine it, too.

Better this than a Stitching, I think, remembering my days as a Wither Worshiper. With that though, I make one quick, thin cut across the wrist. The purple blood flows, and it hurts, but the pain feels good. I cut again, and again, and again. Soon there are eight cuts on my left arm, and Notch knows how much blood staining the grass. When I feel as though I've had enough, after fifteen minutes of bleeding, I put my palm on my wrist, trying to get the bleeding to stop, but it won't. Soon, I start to get lightheaded, and I know I've made a huge mistake.

Oh Notch, no, I think. I don't want to die, I didn't mean it!

I take one last look up at the morning sunrise, and take a moment to bathe in its beauty. If I die I'll miss moments like this. Sunrises and sunsets and beauty. I can't accept dying, but if this divine beauty is the last thing I see, I'll at least try to enjoy it.

And with that the world turns black.

***SIERRA'S POV***

Hovering above the world is my morning routine. I look for herbs or materials with which I can make my potions, gather what I can find, and then take them back to my home in the middle of nowhere and live out my everlasting life.

"Ah, the perks of being a sorceress." I say to myself, as I often do. Being alone all the time does that to you.

I look down at the land beneath me and a flash of purple catches my eye. Hoping its lilac, an ingredient in a new potion I'm concocting, I land on the ground to investigate.

Needless to say, what I see is not lilac.

It's a boy, I think. Lying on the grass, with slashes on his arms and a stone dagger in his hand, unconscious but alive. I rush to him and see the rest of his appearance.

Brown hair that covers his right eye, headphones, a white shirt, jeans, scales? Wings? Claws? Purple blood?

Scared for this boy's life, I cast a spell of healing, but he remains unconscious as the cuts on his arms heal before my eyes. I levitate him and make a bee-line back to my own home, lay the boy down in my bed, and wait until he wakes up.

The moment he does, his eyes startle me with their vibrant purple hue. That's not normal.

"I'm Sierra," I say. "Are you alright? Who are you?"

"T-Ty." He says. "I'm Ty."

"What happened to you?"

"It's a long story, but if you've got the time, I'll tell you."

"I've got all the time in the world, Ty. Trust me."

As I listen to his story I come to understand how important he actually is, and how much he needs to get back to his mission.

"Ty," I say. "Come with me. We're going back."

"Okay," he says, agreeing with me. "I shouldn't have done that, I regret it. Thank you for saving my life."

"Any time."

He opens his wings and I levitate myself, and then we're going south-southwest back to Ty's camp. In three hours or so, we became close friends. In four, we arrive.

The camp is overrun with creepers.

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