Freeze or Fall

Chapter 16: Taken

ET silently made his way through the forest, looking for anything to distract him from his mission.

Well, might as well pay his debts to a old friend.

Ducking into to hidden area, ET marveled at the memorial, almost guilty that he caused the turn of events in which this was built. This place certainly was a place of power, and not just from the flowers or the end crystal.

It was like a magnet, the magic the exact opposite of his and yet, pulling him in. He laughed to himself. It was funny how ironic this was, with the way magic works.

And yet, the more he thought about it, the more he began to wonder. While the magic in this was similar to alters, it was imbued in a much different way. Under any other circumstances, it would've been impossible. And yet...

He shook his head, thoughts snapping back to his objective. Drowning once again, ET left the memorial and looked around, spotting his goal.

His feet carried him to the base of his structure, ET removing his cloak and unfurling his wings. It was interesting how the littlest thing could make someone switch morals in a moments notice. ET could feel his mind change, fluttering up to the top of the build.

His thoughts snapped back to his old self, tasting bile in his throat as he saw the scene in front of him.

Three Hermits and a robot were talking a few feet away, and a smaller robot was sitting in front of him, watching them. It was too easy. No, this was the way the universe works. It's always easy for the villain, while the hero must work to succeed. That was the way all stories were told, right?

His thoughts snapped again, and without anymore hesitation, he scooped up the tiny robot.

Some part of him must've escaped the moral corruption, because he found himself cradling the small being. His heart dropped at how compliant it was, not questioning anything.

That was the moment the hermits turned around. One of them had drawn their sword, but ET was already gone.

Carefully setting the small bot down, ET let out a sigh.

This was a mess. He just hoped the heroes figured it out soon.

A shiver ran through him, the dark magic seeping into his veins again. Memories blurred, morals shattered, and he pulled up a screen with a chuckle.

Who cared. His main purpose was to create chaos. To spread the darkness through Hermitcraft. He never knew what happened when his memory cut out, but he knew it was important.

He glanced behind him, spotting a small robot. He'd never brought anything back before. Huh.

Whatever, it was just a jumble of metal and redstone, no use focusing on it. He had more important matters to attend to.

He pulled up a screen, and spoke only once.

"Wizard Scar, I have one job for you. Recruit Beesuma."