To Walk

At All Costs

Oho bOah thangs are gettin' sArious

AGHHH Vote and sTuff if you enjoyyyy and commeementn if you're excited about the gRand finaLe!!!

(also I highly suggest looping the music above or sOmething it is fAr too short lol, and start it after the recapppppp??)

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RECAP

DAMON RIVER'S POV

          Before I laid down to rest, I uttered a prayer to Notch. A prayer of safety, of success. A prayer to free this world of a killer without mercy, a murderer without reason. I asked Notch if I was worthy...if he would aid us in removing this stain from his world. As I expected, I received no exact answer. However, as I drifted off to sleep, a golden light seemed to pass across my vision, and a muted voice I could barely hear spoke, nay, whispered in my ear. I only caught my name and the word "creation". It was powerful, rich, and deep, unlike any voice I had ever heard before, far more commanding of respect than any general, and yet I instinctively trusted it, without a single doubt in my heart. The tone was that of a warning, and yet one of warmth and approval.

          However, before I could comprehend it, sleep claimed me, and I knew no more.

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At All Costs

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DAMON RIVERS' POV

          Dawn was cold and grey, and the breeze that blew over us as we rose was even icier than yesterday. It swirled about my face and filled my lungs with air that was almost achingly cold as I awoke, nearly freezing my nose despite the scarf about my face. The twigs and dead leaves lining the forest floor looked as though to be slicked with a delicate layer of ice, as though the finest jewelry craftsman had glazed them in a layer of crystal. Dry branches rattled above me like skeletal bones as I sat up from my warm bedroll, and I discovered that many...many leaves had fallen upon us that night. It was almost amusing to look at the rest of my company as they sat up, glittering leaves tumbling from their heads and bodies.

          We packed swiftly, leaving most of our camping gear behind, bringing only our most needed supplies. Bandages, the precious health potions, and the odd medicines Gad had supplied us with all went into small, secure leather bags that we positioned on our hips with sturdy straps that ran over our shoulders and about our waists. We adjusted our weapons in their sheaths, checking the sharp edges with practiced eyes. As I inspected my axes, the keen, razor-sharp edge glittering in the cold light, I steeled my heart against any doubts that my followers would not make it. It was going to be a fierce battle, yes, wild and terrifying and undoubtedly long, but we would emerge victoriously. Notch himself was smiling upon us, and that was enough to crush the doubts bleeding into my mind once and for all.

         We moved rapidly from the camp, all of us silent, each mentally preparing themselves for the coming battle. The only obstacles we faced were the town, and the long, open field of gently waving grass, which whispered like doubtful foes as our legs brushed it. Being out in the open was not preferable, but we took it in stride, seeming to glide quickly through the tall grass, over the gently rolling hills, half-crouched and alert.

         Notch was indeed looking out for us, we made it with no difficulty and within minutes, stood upon pale, solid stone. A massive wall seemed to have once circled the city, protecting those who would have once thrived within. Now, that wall was a crumbled skeleton of its former glory, a fallen barrier. A gaping hole opened wide before us, creating a jagged archway of massive proportions. I led the way through silently, a hand resting on one of my axes, the other touching one of the giant stones that had fallen from the rest, feeling a strange sort of reverence. This place...had once thrived, I could feel it.