Falling in Love -MCSM

The Passageway.

(Jesse POV)

The two of us walked briskly down a scarcely lit tunnel, made completely of iron blocks. The dim glow of the torches made it hard to see the stranger walking front of me.

'It could just be the lack of light...'
I pondered to myself, increasing my pace to keep up. 'But I swear I saw his tattoos moving.'

He stopped suddenly, and I watched in wonder as he flipped yet another switch that I had failed to catch sight of. What are they, invisible?

"Actually, yes." He grabbed my arm and yanked me through the passage before it closed behind me with a sickening crunch. "They are invisible. Only we can see them."

"Huh?" I snapped my head to look at him, but he refused to return my gaze.

I let out a heavy sigh, and tugged against him till we grounded to a halt.
He finally turned his head and met my gaze.
"You were voicing your thoughts again. It's actually kind of annoying, so you might want to work on it."

I looked down in embarrassment as I allowed him to tug me along yet again. We traveled in silence until we came to a halt outside double iron doors, the first I had seen since ending up down here.

"The boss is waiting for you in there."

A little shove moved me closer, and the doors opened automatically into what I could only describe as a throne room.

I felt a slight breath against the side of my neck and hands  gripped my arms as I was walked forwards.

"Go. He doesn't like to be kept waiting."

With that my new companion gently pushed me through the door, and I heard a sharp click of the doors swinging shut behind me.

"Well well well..."
My gaze shot forwards, and ended on the throne that was currently occupied.
"What have we got here?"

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Every inch of this guy screamed leader.

Clothed head to toe in shimmering black armour, the small amount of skin that could be seen was covered in the same, strange watery tattoos. Without even realising it, I had walked over towards him and placed myself in front of the throne where he sat.

He stood up regally, and slowly sauntered down till he stood at my level. Yet he still gave the impression of towering over me and I took an unsure step backwards.

"Name?" He asked haughtily.

"J-jesse.." I spoke quietly. Why was I like this? I've beaten the Wither, along with hundreds of mobs, so why was I so afraid?

I swallowed and repeated my answer, louder this time. "Jesse, leader of the Order of the Stone."

He let out a low chuckle.

"Very impressive. So you are a leader too, then."

He shot out his arm, and I reached for my enchanted sword.

Wait, where is my sword?

His arm curled round the back of my neck and... hung over my shoulder?

"Marvellous!" He exclaimed joyfully. He laughed and smiled in my direction like we were old friends. "We must have a feast in your honour. To the dining hall!" 

And I was dragged along for the second time that day.