The Complete Elementia Chronicles: Quest for Justice; The New Order; The Dusk of Hope; Herobrine’s Message. Sean Wolfe Fay
the secret stash. When you put items in the chest, the green lock on my chest will emit purple particles, and I will take the materials out and give them to the Adorian fighters. This is the only practical way that we’ll be able to transport the giant amount of materials from the secret stash to the Adorian Village.
“You got all that, Stan?” the Apothecary asked, and Stan nodded. This was a brilliant way to discreetly transport materials across the server in an instant without arousing suspicion.
The Apothecary walked over to the brewing stands on his table. He plucked off twelve potions: nine red ones and three orange ones.
“These are potions that will help you on your way to finding the stash. I have four for each of you. I could give you more but they’ll just take up space in your inventory. Just swigging one of the red Potions of Healing will give you a good health boost in the middle of a fight, and if you accidentally fall or tunnel into lava, that orange Potion of Fire Resistance will keep you safe.” He handed out three healing potions and one fire resistance potion to each player. They firmly attached them to their belts, ready to swig at a moment’s notice.
“Now, Kat, are you ready to enchant that sword of yours?” asked the Apothecary.
Kat, who had been squirming in anticipation like a child about to pee, yelled out, “Are you kidding? Let’s go!” She whipped out her stone sword and sprinted towards the door, threw it open, and stopped.
“What’s the holdup, Kat?” asked Charlie as he pulled out his new diamond pickaxe and Stan pulled out his stone axe.
Kat was looking out the door. In the bright light from outside Stan could see the look of terror on her face. This was odd, he realized with a jolt, because it was the middle of the night.
The forest was on fire. The fire was about a kilometre away, but the light was still burning bright. Stan could tell that within minutes the entire area around their house would be burned down.
“The King’s men must have followed us out here somehow,” said Stan. “Do you think that they’ve found our stuff?”
“Yes,” replied the Apothecary, who was already pulling some cooked pork chops from his inventory. “They most likely found your items and deduced that you are still somewhere around here, and are now burning down the jungle in an attempt to flush you out. The fire will burn out before it gets here, but the King’s men will still find this house. You three need to get out of here, now.”
“But won’t they find you out here?” asked Charlie anxiously.
“I’ll hide underground,” the Apothecary replied. “And before they get here, I’ll lay down some trip wires that will activate the arrow dispensers. They’ll find the house, and they’ll think it’s been abandoned and try to loot it, but when the traps go off they’ll decide it’s not worth it. I’ll be fine. I’m experienced at hiding. But if they find you, they’ll execute all three of you on the spot.”
“But what about my sword?” Kat asked, as the Apothecary handed some bread to Stan.
“I’m sorry, Kat, but you’ll have to enchant something else. What about your stone sword?”
“Nah, 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