Seto's Return

CHAPTER ONE: RETURN

Smoke filled the dry air as fires raged around me. People were screaming, and some were crying. Villages were burning, bodies of both Minecraftians and mobs lined the ground, and the world shook with thunderclaps and creeper booms.

"Hurry!" A voice exclaimed. "Hurry towards the stronghold! You'll be safe in its walls!"

The man pushed people away, running in the opposite direction towards the danger everyone was fleeing from. He cut down a creeper in his path with his enchanted golden sword, his equally golden eyes watching his surroundings. His dark grey clothing was tattered and ruined with blood of mobs, and his chipped sunglasses sat atop his head.

"Guys! Make sure those mobs don't hurt those people!" He yelled as he sent a zombie to the ground with a powerful swing. "Jason and Ty! Shoot down those skeletons!"

"On it!" A man with a jetpack called out as he picked up a male with emo hair and green eyes and glowing headphones, and flew them towards the skeleton army.

"Ian and Quentin! You blow those creepers sky high!"

"So as high as you shorty?" A male with blue and orange hair snickered, causing the dark haired male with bright blue eyes to snort.

"Just shut up and do it you dingus! Jerome and Mitch! You guys send those Enderman back to the End where they came from!"

"Yes sir!" A male with caramel eyes and light brown spiky hair shouted as he backflipped over a creeper and cut it down before running off with a very tall bacca hybrid.

The man with the ponytail then turned to me, a small smile on his face. I could faintly make out the glow of his golden eyes as he stared into my purple ones with love.

"Seto, you're with me. Let's put those zombies back in their graves shall we?"

"Let's."

My eyes shot open as I quickly sat up in my bed. The sound of my heavy breathing filled the air as I tried to calm down. I wiped my sweat covered forehead and looked out the window beside my bed.

It was barely morning. The sun was slowly rising over the hills; casting oranges and pinks and yellows across the sky and plains. I could see the farm from where I sat, the cows, pigs, chickens, and sheep grazing lazily in their small pen. Beyond it I could see the structure known as the "Scales of Ianite", created by one of my good friends who lived here on the island.

I let a sigh escape my lips as I pull my knees to my chest. If it wasn't for Jordan I probably would have been at the bottom of the ocean right now. He saved my when my boat got capsized in a horrible storm. He was sailing at the time and saw me floating.

When I woke up he was there by my side. He told me how long I had been out, how he found me, and where I was. He then asked why I left. And I told him. I told him all about it.

All about how Herobrine and a dark sorcerer threatened to kill my friends and family. How I banished them to the Nether before I quickly left. How I made everyone believe I was killed... All of it.

He let me stay here. After I was well he led me around the land the inhabitants called Mianite. He showed me everything, and I met some interesting people. Tom, Tucker, Sonja, Wag and the wizards, Declan, and Champwan. Declan and Champwan let me have a room in their fortress; and I got the room in the top of the tower. It had a nice view, enough room for making potions and practicing spells, and offered warm shelter.

I spent a lot of time at the wizard's tower with Wag and the others. I felt calm around other sorcerers and wizards, and enjoyed Wag's company very much. They taught me a lot about potions and I taught them how to use their core to make magic without wands.