Fallen (MCSM Fanfic)

Chapter 3: The Ocelots

This chapter was written by the original writer, @petraXfied
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Petra wasn't having an amazing night to begin with, and now the Ocelots were outside ready to kick down her door.

"Well Lukas." Axel started as one of the door's hinges loosened and fell to the ground with a clang. "Nice seeing you. I trust you know the way out."

BANG!

It felt like a battening ram was thrust against the door. The whole tree-house shook.

"Axel, shut up, will you?" Petra snapped. "These are the Ocelots. Losers from forever ago. They're no match for us! We're the Order!"

"You obviously haven't seem them for a while." Lukas answered in a soft, resentful tone. "They changed. Went from idiots to pro-fighters way too fast. Aiden did at least."

Another bang forced the next hinge to to fall from the trapdoor, leaving only one hinge left on the door."

One more kick sent the door flying into the wall. Dust swirled around the gap where the door had been.

When the dust cleared, three people walked through. Maya looked different, Gill too. But Aiden looked the most changed of all. He held an iron sword with confidence, and had a look about him that made the whole group look scarier.

"Why, hello, Lukas." Aiden said, a glint in his eye that was definitely not there the last time Petra saw him. "Long time, no see."

"My God, Aiden. I just saw you outside." Lukas answered exasperated.

The way Lukas broke the little tension that Petra has been feeling, almost made her burst out laughing. What scared her was that she knew it would be a nervous laugh. Aiden's new aura intimidated her and she scolded herself for feeling this way about such a loser.

"Man, Lukas, you never let us have any fun." Gill whined, crossing his arms like a child having a mini tantrum.

"OK! OK." Petra spread her hands. "Anyone care to explain what the nether is happening here?"

"The Order have been heroes for way too long." Aiden snarled. He twirled his iron sword with skill that even impressed Petra. "It's time to give someone else a turn."

"Aiden." Petra said, anger creeping into her voice. "We defeated the Wither Storm. You didn't. We're the heroes here. Not you."

Petra didn't want to jump to conclusions with Aiden. She didn't want to fight him. As far as she knew, Aiden was a lost cause.

Aiden ignored her. "You never give anyone else a chance! You just throw your weight around and expect everyone to bow at your feet. It's time for a turn of events."

Maya and Gill drew their swords. Petra prepared for a fight. But Aiden reached into his pocket and pulled out a translucent, glowing book. Petra was caught by surprise, and she lowered her sword and stared. The buttery light that the white and gold book gave off was almost enough to make Petra want to reach out and touch it.

Aiden smiled, which in the magical light of the book looked more sinister than ever. He raised the book above his head and an invisible wave of energy forced Petra to fall back. Aiden threw the book against the wall, where it suddenly enveloped into its own pages and disappeared. For a minute, silence rang in Petra's ears. Then, a deafening gust of wind came from a huge hole that had appeared in the wall. A portal. Gold specks flourished a huge maw of darkness that spiralled into eternity.

A table from the kitchen wobbled and then was airborne. It was swiftly sucked into the portal and then began to pixelate out of existence.

Soon, Petra could feel herself being pulled towards the portal as if she was attracted to a magnet.

"A place where I can win!" Aiden cried. "A place where I can defeat the Wither Storm!

The Past."