Wither Skulls

Chapter One

Mystery POV

"The world is very different from a few weeks ago." I pace back and forth.

"Anyone way away from home would now return to nothing but bedrock." The cages on either side of me are dark and cold.

"And that was only one persons fault." The people guarding those cages hold large spears, ready to jump at my command.

"The Wither Storm Never would have been created if a single Wither Skull was never obtained." My feet hit the ground harder, sending echoes through the underground tunnels.

"And who gave said skull to Ivor, the member of the Order who betrayed the world?" Even with the helmets covering their faces, I can tell the guards fear me, and at this point I don't give a flying pig.

"Petra. The girl I don't just blame, but know that the near destruction of the world was caused by." I sneer turning to face them, seeing them all flinch at the sight of the wither skull atop my head.

Chapter One- Blame

They all seem to cower at the sight of me.

And I can't say I'm more pleased by the sight.

"Master, I don't believe I understand." A younger guard mutters, making my eye twitch beneath my mask.

The room filled with a tense vibe, that screamed into my eardrums.

The problem with advanced hearing.

I stalk towards the guard that spoke, my black cloak dragging lightly against the ground.

I stop, spinning almost like a soldier in the army, holding my arms behind my back.

"Bite your tongue. To be in my presence you must think the same as I." My voice carries through the hall, making the boy in front of me quiver with fear of what I might do.

"Master, please have mercy on him. He just came from training, he was in the last batch before you called all the troops in for your plan." A voice pleads, making my eyes narrow.

I let myself glare at the assembly of armed people around me.

"What you all need to understand is that I blame Petra for a bloddy good reason!" I snap, making them flinch, and I continue with, "And now she has the nerve to take credit for destroying the mess she helped start? That glory doesn't belong to her, or The New Order for that matter."

I can feel them getting scared, their thoughts flow through the air as if they were part of it, and I can hear all of them.

"The only thing I have to thank Petra and The New Order for, is creating me." I growl, letting my eyes blaze purple, shining a purple beam onto the floor.

Particles start flying up and the block disintegrates, leaving a hole down the bedrock where the blocks once stood.

"And when I get started, they are going to regret everything they've done to create an apocalypse that they became heroes for stopping." I hiss, hearing their thoughts swarm around me, feeding from the fear in each and every one of them.

"And they will all pay for their mistake."

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Okay. So I've been trying to make a better book idea for a while, and this randomly started coming to mind after watching the movie of The Phantom of The Opera. (This will have next to nothing to do with it so don't worry) But by watching works of art, I often think of my own ideas, and hope they turn out even half as good. Not to jinx it or anything, but I actually really like this. I hope you've all enjoyed the first installment of Wither Skulls, tune in next to for more!

-Fox

*also, better cover art that applies to storyline coming soon*