Fires raged. The towns' Villagers screamed and cried out for help, but to no avail. Buildings tumbled and collapsed as they burned to ashes. The farms were decimated. None of the crops survived. One blockhead, a female one, stood alongside a villager who was lying on his back. Gasping for air, he was.
This female blockhead wore golden armor from head to toe. Her shiny iron sword was pointed down at this blockhead.
"Weak," she said, "that's what comes to mind when I think of how badly trained your army was. Weak!"
The castle, visible in the near distance, was burning like a wildfire. The windows burst, the fire popped and crackled. There was no chance at saving what once was a Kingdom. Two blockheads stood directly behind her. One's head was on fire, while his eyes glowed brightly. The other looked like a normal blockhead. Blue shirt, brown pants and black shoes. Everything about him seemed "normal." The only thing that didn't were his eyes. They were entirely white.
"Pick him up boys," she said.
The two blockheads walked over to the blockhead. Both of them grabbed one of his arms and hoisted him back up onto his feet. The armor this blockhead was wearing was badly damaged. Cracked in many places.
After picking him up, the two blockheads stood behind him. The female looked at him, examining him from head to toe. He had his head facing down, looking at the ground. She lifted her sword up, resting the tip of it just under his chin.
"Tell me Arthur," she said, "do you know what it's like to lose?"
Arthur was breathing heavily. The air was overtaken by the thick, toxic smoke from the raging fires.
"I don't believe I have Nora," Arthur said, "enlighten me!"
"It would be my pleasure," Nora responded as she put her sword back into her inventory. After she did that, she glared into Arthur's eyes. She stood firmly in her place.
"You see, Arthur," Nora said, "where I come from, losing isn't an option. Winning is the only way. For years, I trained with my master for quite some time. After that, I finally mastered the mystic abilities I have today. Let me demonstrate."
She held out her arm straight. Arthur suddenly began gasping for air as she lifted her arm up into the air. His feet lost touch with the ground and began dangling in the air. He was floating.
"This is just one of many tricks I was taught when I was still in my youth. Impressive huh?" Nora said as she shook her head, "yes it is indeed."
Arthur was looking all around at his fallen Kingdom. There had seemed to be no one left alive. Although he couldn't know for sure though because of the thick smoke. Then, out of nowhere, a glowing lightning bolt came flying directly at Nora. It hit her right in the back. She went flying through the air, slamming into a burning tree. Arthur fell back to the ground, falling onto his knees. He was coughing.
EnderBrine and NetherBrine tried to pinpoint where that beam came from exactly. They weren't successful. Another one came flying towards them. This one managed to strike EnderBrine right in the chest. Instead of being thrown through the air like Nora did, he absorbed the lightning bolt. Tiny sparks of lightning glowed all over his body.
He pulled his arms back and then threw them forward, launching the powerful lightning bolt back in the direction from which it came from. Arthur lifted his head, succumbing to witness what was happening.
"EnderBrine!" Nora shouted, "my sword!"
Emerging from the smoke, was an elder looking blockhead. Pointy and worn black hat, a white long coat with black pants and shoes. He also had a bushy grey beard.
"Don't worry Arthur," the magical and mysterious blockhead said, "I'm here to help."
"What happened after that?" Steve asked as he looked down at the book. The book Eve was reading the passage from was titled When Nora Arrived.
The library had so many knowledgeable books to read. You could go into the library, expecting to only be there for a little while, but end up getting lost in that perfect historical story. It was a treasure in the form of writing. From when the OverWorld first came to be to the Hallway of Portals. If you were curious about something, the library would be the place to find the answers.
"I'm not sure. The writing stops there. Whoever wrote this book must know," Eve responded.
Annabeth and Alex approached Steve and Eve. Alex and Annabeth were curious as to what was being discussed. They had to barge into the conversation. Steve and Eve were trying to figure out why the writing had suddenly stopped. There must be more to the story than just that.
Why would the author just stop at that particular spot? Who was the author? Why did he write this? Furthermore, is this author still alive? What's his name? Where does he live? So, so many questions. Yet there's no answers to any of these questions...yet at least.
"What are you guys talking about?" Alex questioned as she very quickly glanced down at the book Eve was holding in her hands. The book had noticeable wear and tear on it. Ripped, fragile pages, and a worn out cover.
Steve up and away from the book. He made eye contact with Alex and Annabeth. Everything that Eve had told him was true. The prophecy, the pirates, and now Nora was a lot to deal with. Too many things were on his mind.
"You remember last night right?" Steve questioned.
"Is that a rhetorical question?" Alex responded, "of course I remember last night. The pirates attacking the Kingdom, traveling through the Woodlands Forest, and lastly...meeting that witch Nora. How could I have forgotten about that?"
Steve rolled his eyes at Alex and Annabeth. A lot has happened since yesterday. One thing Steve, Alex, and Annabeth couldn't quite understand was why there were so many bad guys in this new and foreign land. None of them would've known this place was so hostile. Why are there so many evil entities? Sure their home had dangerous entities roaming about, but that was nothing compared to this land.
"Who's the author?" Steve asked Eve.
After she finished flipping through the pages, Eve then closed the book. The book was turned over so that she could see who wrote it in the first place. Luckily, there was a name at the very bottom of the cover.
"Scott," Eve said, "that's the name of the author."
"When was this book written? How long ago?" Steve asked Eve. She looked back down at the cover. Finding the exact year wasn't all that easy. After failing to locate the date, she again opened the book.
Located on the inside of the cover at the top left corner, there was a small handwritten year.
"Thirty-nine years ago," Eve answered. "That's how long it's been since this book was written. And according to my current knowledge, that was the year Nora had arrived."
"That's not as old as I thought it'd be," Steve replied.
If this book was in fact written thirty-nine years ago, then the author who wrote it should still be alive, right? If this Scott blockhead is alive, where could he possibly be? Does he want to be found? No one knows.
Eve then set the book back onto the shelf. After she had done that, she brushed her hands clean of dust.
"Is this so-called Scott blockhead still alive?" Annabeth asked.
Eve looked at Annabeth and shrugged her shoulders. Not even she could answer that tough question. She could tell Steve, Annabeth and Alex were curious to know more about this author.
For one, if this story was written thirty-nine years ago, how did Scott know their names? Was he just guessing? Could this unfinished story have the answers everyone seeks? Does it mention how to overthrow Nora by any chance?
"If Scott is still alive, we need to go and find him. He has answers we seek most. Maybe he could enlighten us on how we're the chosen saviors?" Alex said.
"It's worth a try," Eve responded, "but don't get your hopes up. If we don't find him, then we'll just have to figure out our way of stopping Nora."