Hello there! This has been posted...Pretty much everywhere but I thought I'd upload it onto here as it is Yogpet specific! Also many of my chapters contain spoilers for Yogscast series you have been warned
“I'm not lost.” Pandora muttered to herself, looking around at the endless expanse of jungle trees that blocked the sun,
“I'm not lost.” she repeated, like a mantra. If her Farmhouse was around here then it was really well hidden. There didn't seem to be a plains biome anywhere around here, where her homestead sat next to the river. Pan clung to her musket, which was fully loaded, prepared for the creeper that was inevitably hiding behind one of the massive jungle trees. Forcing herself onwards, she marched through thick foliage and branches, seeming to get nowhere at all.
“I swear I've seen that random piece of stone before... Oh, screw it, I have no idea where I am!” she shouted, angrily tearing a thorny branch from her leather hunting jacket and shaking cobwebs from her long ebony hair.
Pan took a moment, noticing that the sun was setting alarmingly quickly, to consider her imminent demise. Would it be a Zombie this time? If she was lucky, It'd be a Skeleton on a zombie horse: those things were awesome. Knowing her luck, it would be the thing she feared most, the creature that killed more than any other mob – Endermen. She'd look the wrong way and it would charge at her, her bullets phasing through the damn thing, and she'd die the way she had a thousand times before. Just as the burning light of the sun vanished beneath the horizon, she saw it, torchlight. Joy filled her face as she ran for whatever created the light. She looked to her left and was glad to see it was clear of mobs. Then she looked right, still sprinting, and right in her face was her arch nemesis. The Enderman let out a screech upon detection than struck a fear chord somewhere deep inside her. Expletives flowing in a constant stream, she bolted for the structure, dodging the Enderman wherever it appeared. Pandora had never been so glad to see a structure with a moat.
With a final burst of energy, Pan ran into the structure she had discovered and allowed the iron door to slam shut behind her. She knew that Endermen could teleport, so diving into a seemingly confined space with only one entrance probably wasn't the best idea she'd ever had. The room she had stumbled into was massive. It seemed to be circular, which was impossible, with what appeared to be a massive shrine in the centre. The entire thing was made of obsidian and nether brick, and was certainly something she'd never seen before. She felt the overwhelming need to take off her leather boots so not to leave mud on the polished floor and leave her gun at the door.
“Welcome, child.” came a voice from the shadows. Her reflexes told her to raise her weapon but the room had entrapped her. Nothing could hurt her here.
“What is this place?” she whispered as if she stood in a library. The walls on her right were lined with books and strange looking potions, so it was a fair assumption.
“A peaceful place. A place that worships the End of all things.”
A woman emerged from the shadows. She looked like she'd lived for an eternity, with a cascade of untamed moonlight hair and eyes the colour of lilac. She hunched over and leant on a mangled looking mahogany walking stick. Her robes seemed to be of silk or perhaps smoke, like someone had entrapped the whips straight from a volcanoes mouth and weaved them into fabric. Her voice seemed to come from everywhere but her own mouth. Suddenly, Pan felt greatly unnerved and kept her weapon in hand.
“I've been waiting for you, Pandora. So has he.” she said, pointing with a bony finger towards the shrine that set at the top of a massive set of stairs in the centre of the room.
“Right, and who's `he`?” Pan asked, looking nervously left and right, her misty eyes continuously drawn to the shrine. The old woman smiled devilishly.
“You'll meet him soon. Or maybe you wont, it is his decision after all.”
It was at this point Pan heard the noise. It was a noise impossible to describe to any other human being. It was not singing but it was more just a sound. The un-worded pleas of something that wanted to be free.
“He calls to you! You must go to him, now! He chooses you.” the woman exclaimed, far to excitable for her liking. Her instinct told her to run. Surely the Endermen were safer than this madwoman and her strange temple, which seemed to worship some of the most terrifying things in Minecraftia. It was Pan's innocent curiosity which ultimately prevailed. With silent footsteps, Pan ascended the stairs to the shrine. Someone had really pulled out all the stops with this one. Purple smoke trickled down the stairs like oil. Obsidion spires reached out a hole in the roof like hands reaching out to devour the sun. Slowly, she reached the top, seeing a pedestal placed in the centre. Sitting on it was what appeared to be an egg. The smooth surface glistened a deep purple and sparkled slightly with energy. The most prominent feature, however, was in the centre. There, engraved into the smooth skin, was a massive eye symbol. It seemed to pulsate with life, like it wanted to be carried away. She could still hear it's pleas for freedom. The feelings overwhelmed her and the egg, about the size of her head, was in her arms before she realised what was happening.
“Perfect!” the woman exclaimed. Pan briefly wondered how her fragile form had survived the stairs before the egg's song recaptured her attention.
“Why is this here?” she asked. Normally, her first question would be ` what, in Notch's name, am I holding` but at the moment, she didn't care. She felt the warmth of the egg entrap her heart as if it was a newborn babe.
“It was a gift. A gift from a man with goggles, he was not of magic, but a gift of this type is not easily turned away. But it matters not where he came from, he is yours now!”
“Wait what..” Pan tried to retaliate, but the crazy woman interrupted again,
“Love it, research it or even freeze it's shell away, whatever you do with it, take it! Good luck, Pandora!”
Then she felt herself falling, like she did when she took a trip between the ages, but she was sure she'd not touched any of her Mysticraft books. Plus, she was almost certain she'd never left the Overworld. In her arms sat the egg. Was it her imagination, or had it got warmer and heavier? Sighing, she looked at the eye symbol.
“Well, little fella`.” she muttered, running her thumb over the eye. Was it her imagination, or did it make a happy noise when she did that?
“What in Minecraftia am I going to do with you?”
“I'm not lost.” Pandora muttered to herself, looking around at the endless expanse of jungle trees that blocked the sun,
“I'm not lost.” she repeated, like a mantra. If her Farmhouse was around here then it was really well hidden. There didn't seem to be a plains biome anywhere around here, where her homestead sat next to the river. Pan clung to her musket, which was fully loaded, prepared for the creeper that was inevitably hiding behind one of the massive jungle trees. Forcing herself onwards, she marched through thick foliage and branches, seeming to get nowhere at all.
“I swear I've seen that random piece of stone before... Oh, screw it, I have no idea where I am!” she shouted, angrily tearing a thorny branch from her leather hunting jacket and shaking cobwebs from her long ebony hair.
Pan took a moment, noticing that the sun was setting alarmingly quickly, to consider her imminent demise. Would it be a Zombie this time? If she was lucky, It'd be a Skeleton on a zombie horse: those things were awesome. Knowing her luck, it would be the thing she feared most, the creature that killed more than any other mob – Endermen. She'd look the wrong way and it would charge at her, her bullets phasing through the damn thing, and she'd die the way she had a thousand times before. Just as the burning light of the sun vanished beneath the horizon, she saw it, torchlight. Joy filled her face as she ran for whatever created the light. She looked to her left and was glad to see it was clear of mobs. Then she looked right, still sprinting, and right in her face was her arch nemesis. The Enderman let out a screech upon detection than struck a fear chord somewhere deep inside her. Expletives flowing in a constant stream, she bolted for the structure, dodging the Enderman wherever it appeared. Pandora had never been so glad to see a structure with a moat.
With a final burst of energy, Pan ran into the structure she had discovered and allowed the iron door to slam shut behind her. She knew that Endermen could teleport, so diving into a seemingly confined space with only one entrance probably wasn't the best idea she'd ever had. The room she had stumbled into was massive. It seemed to be circular, which was impossible, with what appeared to be a massive shrine in the centre. The entire thing was made of obsidian and nether brick, and was certainly something she'd never seen before. She felt the overwhelming need to take off her leather boots so not to leave mud on the polished floor and leave her gun at the door.
“Welcome, child.” came a voice from the shadows. Her reflexes told her to raise her weapon but the room had entrapped her. Nothing could hurt her here.
“What is this place?” she whispered as if she stood in a library. The walls on her right were lined with books and strange looking potions, so it was a fair assumption.
“A peaceful place. A place that worships the End of all things.”
A woman emerged from the shadows. She looked like she'd lived for an eternity, with a cascade of untamed moonlight hair and eyes the colour of lilac. She hunched over and leant on a mangled looking mahogany walking stick. Her robes seemed to be of silk or perhaps smoke, like someone had entrapped the whips straight from a volcanoes mouth and weaved them into fabric. Her voice seemed to come from everywhere but her own mouth. Suddenly, Pan felt greatly unnerved and kept her weapon in hand.
“I've been waiting for you, Pandora. So has he.” she said, pointing with a bony finger towards the shrine that set at the top of a massive set of stairs in the centre of the room.
“Right, and who's `he`?” Pan asked, looking nervously left and right, her misty eyes continuously drawn to the shrine. The old woman smiled devilishly.
“You'll meet him soon. Or maybe you wont, it is his decision after all.”
It was at this point Pan heard the noise. It was a noise impossible to describe to any other human being. It was not singing but it was more just a sound. The un-worded pleas of something that wanted to be free.
“He calls to you! You must go to him, now! He chooses you.” the woman exclaimed, far to excitable for her liking. Her instinct told her to run. Surely the Endermen were safer than this madwoman and her strange temple, which seemed to worship some of the most terrifying things in Minecraftia. It was Pan's innocent curiosity which ultimately prevailed. With silent footsteps, Pan ascended the stairs to the shrine. Someone had really pulled out all the stops with this one. Purple smoke trickled down the stairs like oil. Obsidion spires reached out a hole in the roof like hands reaching out to devour the sun. Slowly, she reached the top, seeing a pedestal placed in the centre. Sitting on it was what appeared to be an egg. The smooth surface glistened a deep purple and sparkled slightly with energy. The most prominent feature, however, was in the centre. There, engraved into the smooth skin, was a massive eye symbol. It seemed to pulsate with life, like it wanted to be carried away. She could still hear it's pleas for freedom. The feelings overwhelmed her and the egg, about the size of her head, was in her arms before she realised what was happening.
“Perfect!” the woman exclaimed. Pan briefly wondered how her fragile form had survived the stairs before the egg's song recaptured her attention.
“Why is this here?” she asked. Normally, her first question would be ` what, in Notch's name, am I holding` but at the moment, she didn't care. She felt the warmth of the egg entrap her heart as if it was a newborn babe.
“It was a gift. A gift from a man with goggles, he was not of magic, but a gift of this type is not easily turned away. But it matters not where he came from, he is yours now!”
“Wait what..” Pan tried to retaliate, but the crazy woman interrupted again,
“Love it, research it or even freeze it's shell away, whatever you do with it, take it! Good luck, Pandora!”
Then she felt herself falling, like she did when she took a trip between the ages, but she was sure she'd not touched any of her Mysticraft books. Plus, she was almost certain she'd never left the Overworld. In her arms sat the egg. Was it her imagination, or had it got warmer and heavier? Sighing, she looked at the eye symbol.
“Well, little fella`.” she muttered, running her thumb over the eye. Was it her imagination, or did it make a happy noise when she did that?
“What in Minecraftia am I going to do with you?”