Son Of Steve (Descendants of Heroes #2) [Canceled Series]

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      Small feet raced on the nether brick floor. A young boy about the age of eight was running away from something you could only have nightmares about. Behind him was the sound of eight legs scurrying across the ground as quickly as they could. The creature's eight glowing red eyes not leaving their gaze on the young boy. The boy's sandy blond hair kept sliding into his face as he ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He wore a light grey shirt and dark grey pants that went all the way down to his shoes. And the boy's eyes were a blueish purple. The young boy's panting grew louder as he tired himself with all the running. The boy had already been running for a while now. He ran out of one of the many nether brick hallways and over one of the many nether brick bridges. The young boy didn't recognize this Nether structure as well as the castle he had escaped from but he knew it well enough to be able to know what to expect. He ran under a swarm of Blazes, all of them just strolling around, and none of them seemed to notice the small boy scurrying right under them. The sound of eight legs racing across the floor got closer to the boy until he saw the spider, which was younger and smaller than most seen by players, in the corner of his eye.

      "Come on, Faye!" The boy called to the spider, almost out of breath. "We don't want to be caught by-" The boy was cut off by the sudden purple and white particles that appeared right in front of him. He almost tripped as he had to suddenly stop himself to look into the cloud of particles in front of him. The purple and white swirled around and when they vanished, a man with brown hair, a blue shirt, and purple pants, stood in front of the young boy, his glowing white eyes glaring down at him and his arms were crossed. The man blinked and his glowing eyes changed to normal, non glowing, with purple pupils, but he looked just as angry.

      "I told you not to stay up past your bedtime!" The man scolded. "Come on! You don't want your mother to worry herself to death now, do you?!"

      "Sorry, Dad..." The boy answered in defeat. He grabbed his father's outstretched hand and both of them vanished among purple and white particles. They reappeared in the castle the young boy knew from top to bottom. Through the windows, the Nether was still visible. Ghasts could be seen floating around aimlessly and zombie pig men stood crowding around the castle in no kind of organized formation. Steve lead his son to their room and his mom came running to the door at the sight of her son.

      "Zander!" The boy's mom cheered in joy as she ran to hug him. She had pretty sun tinted blond hair and sky blue eyes. She wore a purple long sleve shirt and dark brown pants. They both hugged and she said in a weak sigh. "Please don't run away. If you want to stay up later, just ask and I'll read you a story. Okay?" Her plead was followed with a deep cough and Steve frowned sadly to himself as he looked at the two.

      "Yes mam." Zander replied. He already felt bad about running off just because he wanted to stay up later.

      "Come on, Zander." Steve then grabbed Zander's hand and lead him through the halls, just a few doors away. Then they came to a birch door, all the other doors were spruce, oak, acacia, etc. The doors helped mark which rooms served what purpose, and Zander's room was the only one with a birch door in the entire castle. Steve lead Zander into his room and lit a torch. He placed it on the wall. The window had dark red curtains draped over it, so the torch was the only light in there. The room was pretty big, about the size you would expect a room to be in a castle. A large bed by the wall had drapes over it that were always tied to the corners of the bed frame. Who ever was in charge of installing mods into the game really went overboard with all the drapes and curtains! Zander laid down on the bed, exhausted from all the running. Steve pulled out a jack-o-lantern and asked in a calmer voice.

      "You want the jack-o-lantern on?" He asked Zander, whose eyes were already almost shut.

      "Yes please." Was all he said before dozing off to sleep. Steve smiled and placed the small block on the upside down chairs that served as table, and tiredly walked to the door. He grabbed the torch that was on the wall and quietly closed the door behind himself. That night was probably the best Zander had slept in a long time. Who knew running a bunch would make you so tired? :}