The Next Ender Dragon Book III: Path of Revenge

Chapter 1: Read More Books

"You know Nathan, I think you and I have a real connection. We both thirst for blood, we both strive for power, you're like the young son I've never had." His arm was wrapped around me as he led me down a dark corridor. He had pulled me out of bed in the middle of the night, after a hard day of working my shift to take me somewhere.
"I agree sir, I am very proud to be working under your arm," I walked with him in nothing, a t-shirt and shorts. The floor here was rough stone that scrapped the bottom of my bare feet as he kept me from truly picking up my feet, by slouching on me.
    Vilkas was an avid drinker and every time he was drunk he'd call me. He reveals everything to me. He isn't great at keeping secrets, I'm surprised he hasn't told anyone else.
"N-Nathan?," his words were surfed as I supported him with my height," I'm not sure about that Savion guy. I have secret Intel from a spy I've sent and he has come back with interesting information. Turns out there is a whole gang of them and get this.." I walked in silence as he swayed, laughing about his recent discovery.
"Sir are you okay?" I asked as we approached a door. He handed me his keys and smiled as I unlocked the wooden door.
"H-he said you were part of em! Isn't that hilarious?!" He started laughing. I kept calm, if he accounts me as guilty I'm not afraid to kill him right here.
"Well sir do you believe that?" I asked as we stepped in.
"Not one fucking bit! That guy just jealous cause you're my main man! He just wanna be here learning the secrets of the town as I get drunk and lay on my ass," he grabbed on to me and shook me before turning on the lights.
    We were surrounded by books. Books, scrolls, stone tablets full of languages I've only learned after being taught them by my predecessors as they spoke in my head. All of this knowledge...all of this, just kept here.
"Sir...this is amazing...sir look at all of this knowledge!" I absorbed my surroundings with enthusiastic eyes.
"Yup, this place is constantly being updated. I want you to find my plans in here. I *hiccup* kinda left em' here last time I was drunk," he sat down on the only bed in the entire three story room.
"Sir may I read these?" I asked. I couldn't take not knowing what was hidden around me.
"Sure knock yourself out. Imma just relax..." He fell asleep, knocked out cold.
    I've been working under Vilkas for several months now and have learned how heavy of a sleeper he is. The sirens of an apocalypse couldn't wake this one once drunk, but he is light when sober. Recently I've been having him drink Ender. He doesn't wake up for almost two days after drinking and passing out on that.
    I walked to the middle of the room. Every wall was a bookshelf. Scrolls pilled in corners, stones on the floor etched with old letters, books young and old laying around all preparing to be read.
    I needed help obtaining all of this knowledge. I sat on the floor and closed my eyes and let my senses make a mental picture of where I am. My Ender eyes are good for multiple things, including seeking out souls.
    Once Vilkas became ruler nothing but bloodshed was evident in his dictator like control. Souls were everywhere and my people took up most of the undead population. They still serve me, roaming free as soldiers of the undead.
    A thing about being a ghost and having your queen being the daughter of Herobrine...you can call upon your father to help you on many things...or you gain the power to do things yourself. Once a spirit helps me when called upon I have the choice to grant it life again, but as a catch they must serve me until their next natural death.
    Spirits surrounded me here, arriving once they sensed me use my Ender vision to find them.  I stood, and opened my eyes to reveal the wide assortment of monsters and humans willing to help me.
"Everyone, I need your help. This whole library is filled with knowledge. I need your ability to absorb knowledge by touch and empty it into my mind. I am in a war and I need your help. With this...I will grant you life and freedom from your past tyrant," I looked at the sleeping Vilkas. He looked like he fell out of a window on the 12th floor of a tall building, yet still holding his bottle of Ender.
"We shall help my queen," the spirits said almost simultaneously. They flew off, each group starting at different floors as I started on a book I found next to a bottle of wine on a table.
War Tactics: From Ancient Times to Now
   Well Vilkas...you should learn to sober up. You've welcomed me in like a Trojan Horse, but I'm going out like a Mighty Dragon.