The End Act 1: Episode 4: A Chance

  "We could try it you know," Zel glanced at Herobrine.
  "Indeed, we'd be the official rulers of this crazy world if we did."
  "So, we're going to?"
  "Ah, give me some time. Where is Steve?"
  "Stop thinking about him, he isn't our biggest threat right now."
  "He's Notch's knight." Herobrine mumbled.
  Zel looked at the obsidian her feet sat on. Her pale, long legs lay crossed on the cold rock.
  "So, how is Cragon doing?"
  "Sitting there, smiling, he thinks he knows you. Such a miserable idiot."
  "He'll figure out,"
  "And?"
  "Good point," Zel scratched her head.
  "I hate this world." Herobrine remarked, motioning his hand in the blue air around him.
  "Why are we at the top of a hill, on a patch of obsidian, in the middle of no where?" Zel asked, noticing their surrounding.
  "Because, of that--" Herobrine smiled as patches of netherrack appeared. Above the substance, sat pillars of iron bars, reaching into the sky and down to the void.
  "Oh," Zel buried her face in her hands, silently wishing it would all be over.

  Blade got up to his feet slowly. He uncovered his eyes, and winced. He looked behind him, there sat, a boy, probably eight, looked straight into Blade's eyes.
  "Oh god, who are you?"
  "Who are you," The boy repeated, voice sharp.
  "Tell me, please."
  "Why should I?"
  "Because it's me and you, there's no way out, so you better tell me."
  "Your right, it's me and you. But there is always a way out."
  "There's no door you stupid kid!"
  "Death," The child whispered, he tilted his head, and smiled grimly.
  Blade understood, a boy Steve had told them about in the Aether, a boy who caused death to whole cities, regions at a time. His name was "Acasuadcasam, so that's who you are."
  Acasu backed away, shoulders hitting the wall. "How.." And then the boy was gone. Red liquid appeared where his feet had been.
  Acasuadcasam was right, death was the only way out.

  The boy fell to Herobrine's feet. He didn't care to stab a back once in a while, even if it was in a child. He had killed hundreds after all. Then again, so had Herobrine. Thousands, thousands was more like it, maybe a million, soon there would be way more than a million, a whole nation of the undead. He smirked, and laughed.
  Zel wandered the halls, Herobrine had brought them back to the End, where death is kept, out of the windows she saw a majestic black dragon soaring through the air, it's piercing purple eyes sparked her with enlightenment. She started to skip, and then heard footsteps.
Walking behind her was a man in a red cloak, blood red. She ran, but the man stuck an arm out at her.
  "Acasuadmortem," She screamed. A burst of fire exploded around the man, she fell to her feet. The blow caused a chunk of the hallway. She kept on running.

  The wind blew with a whistle in the Twilight Forest. Acasuigni walked down the dirt path, slowly following was a group of men, looking for loved ones. They wouldn't find them, they would be killed.

A Chance of Destiny, A chance of death, a chance of fire.
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