The Dragons {Book 2 to the Error 404 Series}

||Chapter 3||

Error's POV:

"Sir. The trio is heading to find the second Glitch Host," A Glitch said, bowing. I growled in impatience.

"Who is the second Glitch Host? Last time, Draco was first. This time, Meteor was first," I said, gritting my teeth.

"Ah, my apologies, my lord," The Glitch said, trying to amend his mistake, "The second Glitch Host is Sky, the Dragon-Hybrid."

"Hmph," I said, "The only hybrid out of the bunch. Give me one piece of information that is important enough for me to spare your singularity for your slip up earlier." I took a sip of water, wetting my dry throat.

"Ah, um......" The Glitch said, pausing for a moment to think before his eyes lit up as if he hit the jackpot, "Herobrine is dead, my lord! Would this suffice?"

"Herobrine is what?!" I spat out my water, eyes wide, "That bastard is dead?!"

"Yes, it appears so, my lord," The Glitch said, "From what I could gather, the people you're waging war on, the Frostbourne, they along with the Vanguard are responsible for Herobrine's death."

"This is great news!" I smile, "Oh dear. Last time, they only sealed me away with all of them, along with Herobrine's help. The Vanguard, huh? They will be a nuisance to deal with, thanks to Draco waking them again all those years ago. This is excellent, subject. You can keep your singularity for now."

"Thank you," The Glitch said before hastily adding, "My lord." He shuffled out of the room. I grinned, everything is turning in my favor. Oh, how far had Herobrine fell from his status so long ago. He was the Hero of the People, playing a huge role in my defeat. I wonder how long did it take him to snap? A few centuries? Entity did a good job planting that corruption in him.

A cold wind whipped past me, and I knew someone was listening. A sly smile let slip on my face. I knew who it was.

"Latrommi," I smiled, "It's been a while, hasn't it? I just heard you previous and most long lasting Host recently went six feet under. How does it feel, hm?"

"Both you and Entity can go the deepest depths of the Nether for what you did to a good man like Hero," A woman hissed. Glitch-like cubes gathered and took form into a woman with raven black hair, light skin and glowing white eyes. Her fists were clenched, and she was clearly at rage.

"A parting gift," I smiled, "I made sure he would go evil, turning him into a monster against mankind. He would either succeed, hence weakening the hold on my prison, or fail, ridding me of a tough foe. I guess my plan worked. Is his spirit floating around watching my plan unfold? That's cute, does he feel guilty? I'm pretty sure he is immune to guilt of killing at this point though, even if dying removes the corruption and sends him up to the Aether."

"You're a bitch," Latrommi growled, "Even after all these years. You're still a bitch."

"Yes, I know," I smiled, "That's how I get my satisfaction from doing all this work. Speaking of which, what made you think it was a good idea to step foot in my territory since last time?"

"That's because she's not alone, you ass," A different person stepped up. It was a young woman, around the age of 19. She had dark brown hair tied back in a ponytail, and her dark brown eyes were narrowed and filled with hate. She wore a black leather tunic with a white shirt underneath. She wielded two enchanted iron swords. The swords' blades were slightly longer and made for maneuverability, and not like most of the Frostbourne's swords, which had larger and broader blades. From experience, I knew those two swords were also lighter than your average sword.

"And what do you hope to achieve, barging into my home like this?" I asked, "Latrommi. You don't have a Host. And you, you're still grieving. You do know that I will only come back, every once in a while, if you people lock me away? The only way to get rid of me for good is to kill me, and you both know the price of such an action."

"I know," Latrommi said, "I do know, but I also know that these children are prepared to pay such a price. Anything to keep you dead."

"I'm not," The second figure whispered to herself, her voice incredibly soft, so it was barely audible. I still caught it.

"Ha," I laughed, "One of their best fighters is dead. Two are at dispute over some silly thing. One is isolated. The last ones are grieving. What made you think they can turn the tide, like they did last time? The old Legends are weak, even you can't deny that."

The second figure squeezed her eyes close, taking in one breath after the other. She is obviously angered at my words, that will upset her judgment. She opened her eyes after a few seconds, calmer but still angered. 

"They might be weak," Latrommi said, noticing her companion's state, "But they are Legends for a reason. However weak they may be, they still hold the power to erase you, once and for all. Your reign will not go uncontested. I will make sure of it."

"I'd love to see you try," I sneered, "Take it as the only gesture of kindness I will give and get your faces out of my sight." Latrommi glanced around the room before grabbing the second figure's arm and disappearing in a shower of glitchy cubes.

Latrommi's POV:

"He's right though," The second figure said, her voice shaking, "Error is right though. I can't deal with it. Why in Minecraftia did I think it was a good idea to befriend people who are destined to give their lives to defeat a greater danger? Why did I have to follow them around? Why didn't I just walk away when I could? Damn it!" She kicked a pebble, and it flew in a nearby pond. Her eyes were glistening with tears.

"Fate decreed it so," I replied, "Grief could come later, but not now. Right now, you have to get your head in the right place and focus on defeating Error. Don't think about the consequences, just concentrate." 

"Alright," The second figure said, taking in a long breath, "Alright. You got to go, right?"

"Yes," I said, "I have people to see." With that, I teleported away and again, disappeared in a shower of glitchy cubes.