Portals- A Minecraft: Story Mode Fanfiction

Chapter 27- The Phantom Realm

Erin's POV

I landed back into my realm, the Phantom Realm. Home sweet home, although it's not so sweet anymore. It used to be a good place where we could be happy. It used to be bright and sunny. Nowadays, we live in darkness. 

My home is a tall, dark, and ominous castle stretching high up into the grey sky. Full of rooms and secret passageways and hiding places. Speaking of hiding places, I needed to go find one of those or else I'd be in trouble.

I arrived wearing my white garments, something that was strictly forbidden by my father. Wearing it meant that I was using light magic instead of evil. 

As I walked the dirt path to the castle, I transformed into my formal attire, a simple, long black dress. My makeup changed to mostly dark colors and my hair transformed into a tightly held back bun, while still letting my bangs hang loose.

As I approached the doors, I stopped and sighed.

"Here we go."

I gently grasped the doorknob and slowly opened the door as slowly and quietly as possible. A stream of light from the outside stretched onto the dark floor covered in shadow. I squeezed my way in and shut the door.

"Erin!" boomed a voice. I winced. Shoot.

"Y-yes?" I asked, looking around nervously, "Dad?"

"Come forward," he said. I cleared my throat, smoothed out my clothes, and walked down the middle of the room. On the high ceiling hung a chandelier that dimly lit the place, and on either side of the back wall were staircases leading up to the second floor. There on the far end on his throne sat the Phantom, my dad. He was made up of shadows, despite two silver, glowing eyes on his head and his exposed rib-cage. In the Phantom realm, he was completely visible to anyone; however, in the human world, the only evidence that he is present in his voice.

"If I were to ask what you were doing last night," he began, "would you lie to me?"

"No, Father," I responded.

"Good. So, what were you doing last night, Erin, hmm?"

I stood still, trying to think of what to say.

"I was... fighting," I said.

"Ah, yes, fighting. Why, I really should have guessed that you were out fighting considering I sent my daughter out to finish the Order of the Stone, per your mother's request. But, might I ask, who was it that you were fighting, Erin?"

I pursed my lips for a moment, thinking of the subtlest way to put it as possible.

"I'm waiting. Don't worry, we have all the time in the world. All of eternity, if you'd like."

I realized at that moment that I was being a slave to him. I was submitting. I was cowering. I looked him straight in the eyes and said,

"I was fighting Nightmelody. With the Order."

"I know you were," he said with a smirk in his voice, "Just wanted to see how honest you are. I saw the whole thing."

"The whole thing?" I echoed.

"Well, obviously. It's what dad's are there for. Whenever their daughter has something big going on, like a basketball game or a performance, they'll want to see it. In my case, I wanted to watch my little baby destroy the same people who continuously seem to interrupt my fun." He paused. "And then they just had to go and do it again. They ended my fun. They killed  my daughter!"