what did you mean by that?” He was remaining utterly respectful and quiet in his demeanor. He could not help but to feel the utmost respect for this woman he did not even know.
“You, Steve, are the one our creator meant to rule this world. You are the one true adventurer meant to help Overworld grow and thrive. The creator tried many many times to perfect this world and each time the king he created to rule the land would grow evil, twisted by power and hatred for all others of the world. You were created to be a simple man with only the desire to learn and explore. But you have a far greater purpose. To become the true ruler of Overworld, you must defeat Herobrine once and for all.”
Steve sat down slowly as he listened, hanging onto every word. Stephanie placed her hands on his shoulders as she stood behind him. “How? He is far more powerful now than even the Dragon!”
The Oracle nodded. “Indeed he is, but in all things have their opposite; Man, and Woman, Young, and old, Darkness…and light. Herobrine wields a blade known as the Bane of Existence. With it he is unstoppable to all but the one who wields the blade’s twin. In the temple of the Lion, nestled on the highest peak in Overwold hides a sword known Tian-di. This means Heaven and Earth. This blade can only be wielded by one of pure heart, one who has earned the respect and trust of the White Lion. Travel there boy, and hurry; prove that you are the pure and holy king our creator intended, and the blade will be yours; with it, you can defeat Herobrine!”
The Oracle gave Steve a map. He had intended to leave Scoundrel to protect Stephanie but she refused to leave him.
“I am not helpless Steve. I am going with you and we will find the temple together.” She had said when he tried to make her go back home.
He could not argue with the woman and honestly he was glad she was coming. Without Tian-di Steve would be helpless to defeat Herobrine and the dark one would rule Overworld.
Together the adventurer, his best friend and Scoundrel set off towards the mountain range of the Far East. The journey would take them a long time but they set out, determined to make it in time and to somehow convince the White Lion that they needed the sword.
Invisible Nemesis
The sun beat down on the group of three. Heat unlike any they had ever experience before consumed them, gripped them in a fist of agony and refused to let go. The desert was a gruesome and lonely place, inhabited by nothing but creepers and skeletons. Steve, Stephanie and Scoundrel tried to keep a decent pace through the sand covered planes, but after a week of walking the heat was getting to all of them.
“Steve, are you sure were heading in the right direction?” Stephanie asked as she kept pace beside him.
Exhausted, concerned, afraid for not only his life but the lived of everyone he loved, Steve was doing the best he could to keep his calm. “Yes, the map the Oracle gave me is very clear, were going the right way, Just try to-“ Steve was cut off by the sound of footsteps, lots of them.
Turning to see where they were coming from the group spotted a cloud of sand rising in the air. Under it a group of men all dressed in sand colored clothes and wearing white cloth over their faces ran towards Steve and the others.
Steve immediately put himself between Stephanie and the newcomers. He equipped his sword and waited. As they drew closer he could clearly see they had weapons and intended to kill them, raid their bodies and take what was of value or use to them.
“Raiders…” Steve said as he took his ready stance. Scoundrel came to his side and barked. Stephanie stayed back but equipped a bow and readied herself as well.
The attack came fast. Twenty men rushed at the three of them. Steve deflected swings from axes and arrows as the men tried to grab him and kick him down. Scoundrel bit at them, tore weapons from their hands