The Complete Elementia Chronicles: Quest for Justice; The New Order; The Dusk of Hope; Herobrine’s Message. Sean Wolfe Fay
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      Charlie agreed to be careful, and they got ready to execute their plan. Charlie gave all of his things to Kat to hold, and Ben and Bill hid behind Bob, Kat and Stan, all of whom had their arrows notched, ready to fire.

      “Wait, I’m almost out of arrows,” Stan said. “Do you have any extras, Bob?”

      “Sure,” he said, and he handed half his arrows to Stan.

      With everything ready, Charlie swigged his fire resistance potion, and he charged into the Blaze spawner room.

      Charlie could see that the room was jutting out of the side of a Netherrack mountain, and that the walls were completely composed of fences. In the centre of the room, the black cage gave off some fire particles, and the yellow figure within started spinning rapidly. Before Charlie could study the little figure any closer, a full-sized Blaze appeared right above the spawner. Charlie couldn’t help but stare. It was the most bizarre thing he had ever seen.

      The head of the Blaze was a yellow cube flecked with orange, and it had beady eyes that were locked on to him. The head was on top of a column of smoke, which had a lot of yellow rods orbiting around it. The entire thing was engulfed in flames. Charlie was just getting over how zany the entire composition looked when the Blaze opened its mouth and three fireballs shot out.

      Charlie rolled to the side. The three fireballs hit the walls in three great puffs of flame. The Blaze’s head rotated and fixated on Charlie again, and it rose into the air and shot out three more fireballs. Charlie dodged again, and before the Blaze could take another shot, three arrows flew out of the corridor and impaled the Blaze’s head. The blaze fell to the ground, extinguished, with only an orange stick remaining, which Charlie snatched up. He barely had time to examine the Blaze Rod when two more Blazes appeared, and six more fireballs flew towards him. One of the Blazes fell from three more arrows, but it didn’t drop a rod. The other one fell seconds later, and the rod fell to the ground. Charlie was too preoccupied with the four more Blazes in the room to pick up the rod at that moment.

      Back in the corridor, the archers were shooting arrows as fast as they could, but the spawners were creating new enemies faster than they could shoot them down. Bill sat solemnly against the wall. He knew there was nothing that a fishing rod could do in such a closed-off space. Ben, on the other hand, stood rigid behind the archers, sword gripped in his hand. Like the other Nether Boys, he was a pretty easy-going guy, but if there was one thing he hated, it was to be left out of a fight.

      “He must’ve collected enough rods by now! Let’s go in there and destroy the spawner!” He made to go down the corridor, but Bill pulled him back.

      “No, Ben, not yet,” Bill said calmly. “You can go in there when it’s time, but right now nobody has a chance of surviving in there besides Charlie.”

      “Do you see a better time on the horizon?” Ben asked in exasperation.

      Indeed, back in the spawner room, Charlie did not see the fight ending well at all. There were now eight Blazes circling around the room, with the spawner creating them at a rate of two spawned for every one shot down. He had more than enough Blaze Rods to craft the twelve Blaze Powder units required. He sincerely wished that they would hurry up and direct their fire towards the spawner before the potion wore off. He had already been hit by numerous fireballs.

      Charlie was momentarily distracted by a shout from down the corridor. He turned to see what it was, and in that second he was knocked to the ground by a fireball to the back of his head. Dazed, he wondered whether or not the potion was still working, when the crimson-clad figure of Ben burst into the room, turned his sword to the side, and thrust it through the bars of the cage. There was a hissing noise, and the little Blaze inside the cage ceased to exist. Ben dodged the fireballs of the remaining Blazes, and Charlie watched in awe as he took out three of the flying creatures with one well-timed sword slash, not getting hit once. The archers shot down the rest of the Blazes a moment later, and as if on cue, the red aura around Charlie’s body that distinguished him as fire-resistant evaporated, leaving him vulnerable once more.

      “Well, that was fun,” he said, grinning.

      Ben pumped his fist in the air and yelled at the top of his lungs, “Ye-yah!”

      The six players met back in the corridor and congratulated each other on their spectacular performances against the Blaze spawner. Stan was much more excited on the way back than he had been on the way there, seeing as they were finally going to get out of the fiery new dimension.

      They reached the final turn that would lead back to the Nether Boys’ house and were about to turn the corner when they heard voices from ahead.

      Ben, who was in the lead, held up his rectangular hand to stop them, and he peered around the corner. An instant later, he pulled his head back around, and he fell to the floor, eyes wide, breathing quickly.

      “What is it?” Kat asked.

      “What’s out there?” Charlie breathed.

      Stan remained silent. He was just imagining. He had seen all kinds of terrible things throughout the two worlds of Minecraft, but only one thing could provoke such terror on the face of a fugitive.

      Ben closed his eyes and grimaced, and Stan knew what he was about to say even before the words left his mouth.

      “It’s the King’s forces,” said Ben gravely. “They’ve found us.”

       CHAPTER 18

       A DARING ESCAPE

      Geno looked down at his partner sprawled out across two wool blocks on the Netherrack ground. Geno knew from experience that sleeping in a bed in the Nether was a bad idea, so he had decided that the wool blocks would have to do. Obviously, it would have been better for Becca if she could have lain down in a bed. However, King Kev had made it clear to RAT1 that they must catch the assassins at all costs. Geno had decided that the unconscious Becca would have to get her rest in the new dimension. As he thought this, Becca started to stir.

      “Oh God …” she moaned, slowly sitting up as she held her stomach. “It hurts so bad.” She noticed Geno sitting there. She looked around and saw the fires burning everywhere, and she snapped into focus when she saw the armoured men patrolling with bows in hand. “Geno, what the … what is going on? Where are we?”

      “We’re in the Nether,” he said. “Hold on, I’ll explain everything.” He sat down on a lone Netherrack block next to Becca.

      “Well, what’s the last thing you remember?” Geno asked.

      “Ah …” Becca mumbled. “Crap … well, Stan had just hit Leo with a shovel. And we were going after him … and then … then … that’s it. After that it was extremely painful for a second, and the next thing I know I’m waking up here. How long have I been out?”

      “Almost a day,” Geno said. “Seriously, though, how do you remember their names? I looked at those pictures of them just as many times as you did, and I know what they look like, but I still don’t know them by name.”

      “I still don’t know how you haven’t gotten that yet. Leo and I both did,” she said, condescension dripping from her voice. СКАЧАТЬ