Mythology Minecraft

Craftus and Minea

Ianin sat reading the old bound book. The stories were old and the pages almost flaking. It was a story, but something different then Ianin had ever known.

He read.

There once was an empty world, and born from it were two dragons. One pure black and one pure white. The black dragon lived in a cold and dark place, while the white one enjoyed days in the sun. They called themselves Craftus and Minea.

Soon both discovered the ability to morph and found themselves in much smaller forms.

Ianin was already terribly confused. He had no uncles called Craftus or aunts named Minea. But this book was old and practically falling apart.

Araia stirred beside him.

He started to read aloud to her.

Both were lonely, and soon enough they found each other. They formed a bond and fell in love. Finally Craftus found a way to cross into Minea's realm and they were happily together. There was one thing Craftus could never understand. Minea stayed in human form constantly. He had tried to get her to morph back, citing she'd be more powerful. 

Minea didn't care for the power element. She wanted to feel the grass under foot. She would tempt Craftus to be human for short amounts of time with her, but he would always morph back.

Soon enough they were wed and had their first child. A son called Xeo. Then several more, their youngest daughter was Araia.

Ianin froze and read the sentence again.

"Araia?" he asked.

She twitched slightly. "I can't quite remember anymore."

"These were your parents," he said quietly. "What happened?"

"Read on," she told him.

Ianin continued to read. The story went on in a light way for awhile, but soon enough it turned more and more dark. Ianin got to a part he could not make himself pass. Araia was shuddering intensely.

"I was a traitor to my father, as the keeper of knowledge I was expected to know the history, but I whispered it in to my mothers ear." she muttered, "when he found out, he blasted me to pieces and put me in this wall. I was so close to death I couldn't even bring myself to breath, until you came."

She looked over at Ianin. "He's rising, I know he is now."

"Your father is rising?"

"He is, I am sure, the stories, he is gaining strength again." She pulled herself painfully up and looked at Ianin in a solum way, "you've got to leave this place. He will come here first to ensure I am of no help to anyone."

Ianin shook his head.

But she continued, "my father is a cruel god, he mustn't find you if your family is to survive this. You must leave here before he finds you."

"But what about you?" Ianin asked.

"He will find me here where he left me," she said, "and he will trap me again." When she saw Ianin's face she continued, "you cannot save me Ianin, I am tied to this place."

"Then I stay here with you," he said.

"You will not," she said more strongly. 

"I can't leave you here," he said angrily.

She smiled slightly, "you are the best I've seen Ianin, but you need to lose me to save the others. Your sisters and brothers and your mother and father are all in terrible danger, and they do not yet know it likely. Craftus is stealthy, they will not know until it is too late. Except that you can warn them." She shakily got to her feet and walked to Ianin, she took his hand. "Please don't sacrifice them for me." She brought his hand to her mouth and softly kissed it.

Ianin felt a sense of loss, he knew Araia was right, but he felt like he was cutting part of himself off. Finally he said, "I'll come back for you then."

Araia didn't answer. She went and lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling. Ianin turned away, quickly he read as much of the book as possible learning more of the story. Then feeling immensely sad, and turned into a silverfish.