The Town Of Youtubers

Rythian gets in trouble...

Three strong knocks shook Rythian's door. Rythian stood up quickly and rushed to the window, only to see Chris Trott, Ross Hornby and Alex Smith, or as they're known by outsiders "Hat Films". They had angry looks on their faces and looked like they could break down the door in seconds. Rythian knew they were there to vanquish him for his independence from the district.

King Xephos passed a law that any member of the Yogscast must stay inside the walls at all times.  Pewdiepie has had to protect Rythian multiple times, but because he and Marzia left the town for a holiday, Rythian was outnumbered.

Rythian ran towards the back door into his garden. He heard the smashing of wood behind him inside of his house. They must have got in. In frustation, he ran towards his shed. For most people, they would find Rythian's hurried plan a very idiotic one, but inside held a dark secret, or should I say 'Dark Magic'. He grabbed his wand from his alchemy table, and picked up as many throwable objects he could hold. He stood his ground. If Xephos can hunt him down, he can fight as well. He busted open his door, tendrils of dark smoke swirling around his body, Hat Film's faces dropping at the sight. Alex ran towards him, and tried to throw some punches, only for his fists to be stopped by the dark smoke. He was flung back into the house. Trott and Ross ran towards him, the goal of taking him down still rushing inside their minds. They tried to double team him, throwing punches from different directions, only for Rythian to dodge them like he was part of the Matrix. They couldn't defeat him, let alone knock him out. His dark secret was too powerful for them. Maybe it was a bad idea to even try and bring him back to the district. He could destroy the whole castle!

Ross and Trott fell down, out of breath and backing away from Rythian, who also shared their scared face. He knew that his dark magic would run out in a few minutes, it was just a matter of when they would give up. He already had Trott and Ross running scared but Smith seemed to have fled the scene already. Rythian could live for another day, is what most people would hope would happen, but it appears that Smith had returned with a large bazooka, most probably taken from the truck they came here with. He aimed down his sights and shot towards Rythian, the ground crumbling below him, his ears ringing and the tendrils dissipating into the air. Rythian fell onto his knees, scorch marks covering his skin. The trio walked up to him, Trott holding a scroll in his hand. "Joakim Hellstrand of Sweden" Trott read, "By disobeying the laws of the Yogscast monarchy by living outside the borders of the district, the king has ordered you to death." Rythian felt weak, his arms fell limply to his side. He couldn't lift his head. Ross took out a sword and slashed it across Rythian's body, only for his body to transform into a purple smoke, signalling a death of a sorcerer.

There was silence between the three until Smith picked up a charred stone and joked "I guess this is what you call a Blackrock Chronicle!" Ross and Trott sighed at the feeble attempt at a pun and they walked off, the ruins of Rythian's dark magic fight behind them.