The Complete Elementia Chronicles: Quest for Justice; The New Order; The Dusk of Hope; Herobrine’s Message. Sean Wolfe Fay

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СКАЧАТЬ that’ll wear down really fast … I know!” She pulled out her bow. “So, what do I do?”

      The Apothecary replied, “Just sit down, put your weapon down on the table, and stare at the book. The right enchantment should instantly take to your bow.”

      Kat walked over to the table and kneeled in front of it. She put her bow down on the table, and the book opened. She stared into it, and her blocky eyes started to glow, as did the book and the bow. Seconds later, there was a flash of light, and Kat fell to the ground.

      “Are you all right?” asked Stan, helping Kat up.

      “Yeah, I’m OK,” she replied. She stood up and picked up her bow, which was now glowing purple with power. “Whoa,” she said in an awed voice. “Infinity enchantment.”

      “Excellent,” said the Apothecary, as he belted several potions. “Now any arrow fired from your bow will reappear in your quiver. You’ll never run out of arrows again. The table must have known that you’re going on a long journey.”

      “To that point, we’d better get going! The fire’s getting closer,” yelled Charlie.

      “Right,” said Stan. “Sir, thank you for everything you’ve done for us. We’ll meet back up with you at the Adorian Village after we find the stash.”

      “Right. Good luck,” said the Apothecary as he laid a tripwire across the floor, and the three players, dog and cat rushed out of the back door.

      They sprinted through the forest, weapons drawn. They had to fight off some monsters but had no time to pick up what the monsters had dropped. They kept on running and didn’t stop until they had reached the desert and had run a good distance into it.

      They looked back at the jungle behind them. Stan could see that it was raining again. He sighed with relief. That should put the fire out. He guessed that it didn’t rain in the desert.

      Stan looked up and realized that he was looking directly into the sun. They had run through the night. He also realized that he was famished – he hadn’t eaten since the previous day. He ate two of the loaves of bread that the Apothecary had given him, and he distributed the remaining two to Charlie and Kat. As he ate, Stan looked out into the desert to see what lay ahead, and his heart skipped a beat.

      It was the tall, spindly figure that he had seen the previous morning in the jungle trees. In broad daylight, it looked menacing. Stan found its unnaturally long, thin arms and legs and its purple slits of eyes to be incredibly unnerving.

      “Charlie, Kat, look!” They both looked up and saw it, too.

      “What is that?” asked Charlie. “And why is it shaking?”

      For the figure was indeed trembling, as if shivering with cold. Its jaw hung open, revealing terrifying black fangs, and it was staring at Charlie. Then, all of a sudden, it vanished in a puff of purple smoke. All three players looked at each other, scared to find out what would happen next.

      Then, without warning, there was an earsplitting clang. Stan spun around and saw that the black figure had appeared behind Charlie. It had grabbed him by slamming its hands into the sides of Charlie’s rib cage. Stan watched in horror as the thing lifted Charlie, whose face showed unspeakable pain, into the air and proceeded to slam him, full force, into the ground headfirst. Charlie fell onto his front and was still.

      The monster then let out a shriek. It was bleeding purple ooze from a cut on its side that had been inflicted by Kat’s sword. Kat drew the sword back and thrust it towards the fiend, but right as the point was about to pierce its back, the monster disappeared again in a puff of purple smoke. His instincts tingling, Stan whirled around and saw that the monster had indeed teleported about ten blocks behind him and was sprinting towards him fast. Stan raised his axe and threw it as hard as he could at the monster. The axe impaled itself in the monster’s chest, and the monster teleported away again after another shriek.

      Seconds later, the monster reappeared between Kat and Stan, axe still in its chest. However, before it did anything, the monster looked up at the rising sun and, with a hateful glance at Stan, teleported away. Stan stood at the ready, waiting for the monster to reappear, but it didn’t. He sighed. Then he remembered.

      “Charlie!” He rushed over to his friend. Kat had rolled him over onto his back. Charlie’s face was red and he wasn’t breathing.

      Refusing to consider the worst, Stan surveyed his friend and saw that the monster’s arms had dented the sides of the chestplate, which were now pressing into Charlie’s side and making it impossible for him to breathe.

      “Kat, give me your sword, quick!” Kat didn’t hesitate, and with two swift strokes of the weapon Stan cut the sides of the damaged iron armour and pulled it off. Charlie took a deep breath. Stan noticed that the iron helmet was dented beyond repair, too. He pulled it off and threw the useless thing aside. Charlie gave a sigh of relief.

      Kat yanked one of the red potions off Charlie’s belt, popped the cork, and poured the potion into his mouth. He swallowed and sat up.

      “Charlie!” Kat hugged him as Stan exclaimed, “Thank God you’re OK, man! Geez, you seem to get beat up a lot, don’t you?”

      Charlie gave a weak smile as Kat let him go. “Hey,” he said in a strained voice, “it isn’t the first time I’ve been beaten up, and I think we all know that it won’t be the last.” They all chuckled. “And I remembered reading about that thing in the book. It was called an Enderman. It has really powerful physical attacks and the ability to teleport, and it gets provoked when you look at it.”

      “Well, it certainly was powerful,” said Kat. “It made you lose your armour and one of your healing potions. And you lost your axe, Stan.”

      In the excitement of Charlie’s recovery, Stan had momentarily forgotten about his axe. He sighed in disappointment.

      “Man, why do you have such a hard time holding on to your weapons?” commented Kat. “What is this, the third one you’ve lost now?”

      Stan counted on his hand. “There was the one the Zombie Pigman destroyed, the one that I left back at the house, this one … yep, this is the third. Where am I supposed to get a new weapon in the middle of the desert?”

      As if on cue, there was a pained grunting sound behind them. They all turned around to see a lone Zombie burning to death in the sunlight. When this Zombie fell, there was the usual rotten flesh, but Stan saw a glint as well. They walked over to the corpse and saw that the Zombie had dropped an unused iron shovel, which he must have had in his inventory when he died. Stan fed the flesh to Rex and picked up the shovel.

      “Well, it’s no axe, but it’ll have to do,” said Stan as he gripped the shovel like a baseball bat.

      “Well, the centre of the desert should be to the southeast, if I remember correctly,” said Charlie as he pulled out his compass. “Let’s go.” And he led the trio out into the desert.

      It was a long, boring walk. The desert was incredibly flat, and they passed nothing except a few cactuses and the occasional pond here and there. There were a few Creepers roaming around that tried to chase them, but they backed off when Lemon hissed at them. It turned out that the explosive creatures really were scared of cats.

      When the three players arrived at what Charlie judged to be the approximate СКАЧАТЬ