Rapid Imagination Movement

Captain of the Fighter’s Guild: not a bad title if I do say so myself.

There was a lot more paperwork than I expected. I bore new respect for the Commander; to accomplish such feats as just one man surely shortened his lifespan. Aeio and I would sift through the requests from the denizens of Minecraftia, sending recruits to and fro. We had our share of work as well; the guild headquarters needed a smithy and a training hall. I spent just as much time digging holes as the next recruit.

One day, after clearing out the remaining sod from training plateau, a familiar voice lifted my spirits.

“Hey there, stranger.” spoke the maiden of auburn locks.

“Now what brings an Empress to this dusty hill?” I turned towards her, greeting her with a warm smile. She stood on the ridge and leaned against the wall of the guild house. 

“Sentaru requested an additional plot for the Fighters Guild, under the protection of Lighthaven.” She pushed herself off the wall with a little too much force, causing her to lose her balance and fall onto the plateau. “Oof!” Laughing, I strode up to her and pulled her to her feet.

“You always were a bit clumsy.”

“Oh hush.” We shared chuckle. “Oh yes! Congratulations, Captain.”

“Heard about that did you?”

“Indeed. Aeio wrote me a letter the other day expressing her happiness.”

“Shame, I wanted to tell you the news over a drink.”

“Don’t worry about it, we’ll have plenty of opportunities for celebrating from now on.” I glanced at her with a questionable look on my face. “…You don’t remember? You sent an application to join Lighthaven.”

“But…I just sent that yesterday…”

“Well we finally had a meeting to discuss Aeio’s application, and since yours was there too, we decided to look it over as well.” She smiled happily. 

“So that means….”

“Mhmm.” She straightened herself and stood dignified, bearing the appearance of a true Empress. “Jay Fontain, I hereby welcome you to Lighthaven, not as a guest, but as a member of our community.” She raised her hand gracefully, compelling me to clasp her hand in acceptance. She breaks character and giggles. “Now then, I’ll see you in town.” She takes her leave as I return to retrofitting the training grounds.

~

The next morning, I gathered my belongings and headed towards Lighthaven. The rustic pine swayed slowly with the warm breeze. I was excited: a chance to be apart of Lighthaven, once a distant dream, was now a sweet reality. I whistled a merry tune as I walked up to the gate.

“Hello!” I exclaimed. My voice echoed within. “H-hello?” Still no response. “…I guess everyone is still asleep…” 

I touched my hand to the stone wall. I could feel the magical barrier that protected Lighthaven recede in my presence, proving my status as town member. After contemplating for a few moments, I drew my iron pick and broke a hole into the gatehouse. After fixing the makeshift entrance, I stepped foot into Lighthaven proper. Moments later, I heard a call from the gate.

“Hello? Is anyone there?”

“Give me two seconds Aeio, I’ll raise the gate.” I met Aeio outside, who had brought along her personal arsenal of gear. “You really are stronger than you look.”

“Heh, I’m surprised you haven’t offered a hand, Mr. Gentleman.”

“Need some help with that?”

“No, I wouldn’t want you to break a nail.” She laughed as I looked away scornfully.

“Good *yaaawn* …Morning you two.” Anin walked towards us, stretching her arms.

“Good Morning Anin.” I tilted my head respectfully. 

“Morning!” Aeio smiled cheerfully.

“….has that gate been open all night?”

“Err…no, I did that.” She ponders for a moment.

“Oh well. Now that you’re here, I might as well tell you two about your duties as members of Lighthaven. Each of us performs a service for the town. Sentaru commands the army, Onyx is the town’s blacksmith so on and so forth.”

“I’m going to bake cakes!” Aeio trots off in excitement. For a moment, Anin and I share a confused glance. 

“….Well I have experience working the tavern in Sanctum, I could do that if you’d like.”

“Excellent! The last owner mysteriously vanished, so we’ve been looking for a permanent landlord for quite some time.”

“Then I’ll be happy to take up that post.”

“Good. Well I have other duties to attend to. I’ll be sure to come in for a drink later.” She turns to leave, but stop herself to face me once more. “Oh, and Jay?”

“What is it Anin?”

“Welcome home.” She smiled and strode towards the keep. Her words warmed my heart. After closing the gate, I made my way to the inn.

After heading behind the counter, I instinctively began polishing a nearby glass. I heard Jared trundle down the stairs, still groggy from a night of adventuring. 

“Morning,” he yawned.

“Morning Jared.” He stopped abruptly and turned to face me.

“What are you doing behind the counter?”

“Oh, well I’m the new tavern master and inn keeper here.” A worried look spread across his face.

“Oh gosh! I’ve been using a room at the inn! Since the landlord was gone, I haven’t been properly paying for my accommodations. How long have I been here? If I count the days, multiply that by the inflation of the economy…”

“Jared, Jared, calm down. I’m not going to charge you for your room.”

“…Really?”

“Yeah.” He gave a sigh of relief.

“Phew, well thats a load off my shoulders. Oh yea, since you’re here and now own the Lighthaven Inn, that must mean you’ve joined Lighthaven!”

“Indeed I have.”

“Congratulations!”

“Thanks Jared.”

“Well I’m going to gather fame and glory. I’ll see you later Fontain.” With a wave, Jared set out.

I chuckled to myself. “Seems like I’m going to like it here…” I went about my duties as an innkeeper from that day forward, making especially sure the taps were well stocked.

I sat in the mess hall of the Fighter’s Guild. sipping a cool ale. The loss of Sanctum still weighed heavily on my heart. I barely noticed Aeiorune walking up to me. A swift smack to the head brought me back to reality. 

“Ey! What was that for!”

“Come on Fontain…” She slides into the seat in front of me. “I know what happened to Sanctum was tragic, but the only thing you can do now is move on…” She reaches out and touches my hand. I brush it aside lethargically and stare into my cup. A bit annoyed, she grabs me by the collar and forces me to my feet. “Look Fontain! Whatever happened that night was not your fault! No amount of moping is going to change that! “

“Then what would you have me do!” I toss her hands aside. A sly smile spreads across her face.

“Well, seeing how you have some pent up frustration, I have a perfect way for you to vent.” She takes me by the arm. “Come on, lets go for a walk.”

That walk ended up being a 20 minute hike and a 3 hour boat trip to the center of the world.

“Why the hell are we in Dunnhelm?”

“You’ll see…” She winks. As we walked into town, I noticed an irregular number of folk milling about. These were no ordinary rabble, for their armor gleamed in the sunlight in pristine condition. The common folk were all walking in one direction, as if gathering for something. Aeio led me down a couple alleys to bypass the crowd.

“Aeio…”

“Step lively Fontain!”

“Aeio!”

“Hurry up or we’ll be late!”

“What is all-“ The roar of the crowd drowned out my voice as we drew closer to the stadium.

With all the hustle and bustle, I almost lost Aeio in the crowd. Warriors from across the land had gathered, outfitting themselves for battle. Smiths wrought fresh blades, setting hammer to iron, grinding a perfect edge. We pushed forward towards the arena.

“You know, ” I yelled, “I don’t think watching other people bludgeoning each other would make me feel better!”

“I didn’t think it would. That’s why I signed us up for tournament!”

“…you What!” Brushing past the spectators’s entrance, we enter the fighter’s lobby. While most of the participants were strangers to me, I was happy to see some familiar faces.

“Aeiorune! Fontain!” The Commander saluted us, which we returned in kind. Turning to face me, his expression turned sorrowful. “I heard about Sanctum…tis a sad thing…” After a few moments of silence, he gives me a friendly smack on the shoulder. “Well, its good to see you. Didn’t think I’d see you here.”

“Well, I didn’t exactly come voluntarily.” I turn to Aeio, who smiles cheekily back at me.

“Regardless, this is good! Better to put your blade to use than letting it rust.”

“What about you Commander?”

“Me? Well I’ve always liked a good arms tournament.”

“I heard you were the champion of the last tournament,” Aeio remarked. “Said you went toe to toe with Lord Owlet at the end.”

“That I did!” He chuckles. “That was awhile ago, its been sometime since I’ve had to fight for sport. Need to shake the dust out of this suit of armor.”

“Well, I look forward to crossing swords with you.” Aeio tips her brow. Sentaru does the same. Vince walks up to us in a full set of leather armour.

“Looks like its going to start soon. You two should get ready. Don’t want to miss the opening ceremony.” After exchanging a few more words, Aeio and I make our way to the lockers, depositing our unnecessary items and donning our armours.

We met with our fellow guildmates in the tunnels as the opening fanfare resounded throughout the arena. The leader of ceremonies strode onto the field, magically projecting his voice to the entire square.

“Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the Dunnhelm Tournament of Arms! Come forth brave fighters!” The crowd cheers as we enter the arena. “The rules are simple: fight til one of you falls or surrenders! Now…” He summons a hat containing each other our names. “Our first match will be…” Throwing a scrap of paper into the air, the mage lit the sky aflame, displaying the combatant’s names lavishly. “Professor Godric vs Jay Fontain!”

“Lucky you Fonny!” Aeio smacks me on the back. “First match!”

“Against a scholar? Seems hardly fair…” The fighters left the stadium while the scholar and I remained. As I drew my blade, I noticed he removed something from his pouch. Flint and Steel. My mind flashed to the fires of Sanctum and my blood began to boil. Eager to vent my frustration, I took an aggressive stance. 

“Fighters! Are you ready!”

“A-Aye!” voiced the scholar.

“Aye.” The crowd grew silent with anticipation. After glancing at the spectators, the arena master yelled a definitive ‘Fight!’

I dashed towards him as he fumbled with his tools. Lashing out at his body, I pressed him into the corner, knocking him back and leaving him on the defensive. He was able to draw his iron sword, but I kept on the inside of his swings, dodging his blade and connecting my own attacks. Taking minor glancing blows, I continued my assault until he could no longer stand. 

“Winner! Jay Fontain!” Healers attended to my opponent as I walked back to the stands where my comrades were waiting. 

“A good match!” The Commander punches me lightly on the shoulder.

“Indeed,” Aeio remarked, “you looked quite serious there as well.”

“Well, didn’t feel like losing to a scholar.” We laugh. “Come on then, there’s more matches ahead.”

Each of us did fairly well, moving through the ranks with every victory. A few of the battles were a bit nonsensical; I remember a man, who only spoke poetry, did nothing but throw flowers into the air. Another match was spent was spent watching the clock as a mage set useless Tnt and would fly around when scratched.

At last, we reached the quarter finals. Sentaru and I had finished our bouts, but a last minute forfeit set Vince and Aeiorune against each other. The Commander tapped my shoulder.

“Pay attention to this fight, you may learn something.” I watched as Vince and Aeio took their positions. 

“Fight!”

Vince and Aeio charged headlong at each other, though it was clear from their first clash who would be the victor. Aeio gained the first strike, halting Vince’s advance. In an attempt to recover, strafed to the side to put some distance between them, but he met with Aeio’s blade too quickly. One moment he used a smokescreen to disappear only to be caught in her wild sweep. Failing to recover in time, Vince quickly fell.

“Winner: Aeiorune!”

“Heh,too easy.” Aeiorune strode towards us with smug look on her face.

“Ladies and Gentleman! Looks like our list of competitors has worn thin! Due to an error in the roster, looks like we’re moving straight to the Semi-Finals!” The crowd cheers. “For the Semi-Final match: Aeiorune vs Fontain!”

“Looks like I get to draw your blood after all Fonny.” She winks. 

“I’ll meet you on the field, I need to fetch a few things.” I ran back to my locker to fetch some extra gear. I entered the arena with a bow across my in addition to my trusty diamond sword.

“Whats with the bow Fonny? Think I’ll just stand there and let you shoot me?”

“Something like that…”

“Fighters! Are you ready?”

“Aye!” Aeio readies her blade.

“Aye.” I stand motionless, relaxing my body.

“Well then, here goes the Semi-Final Match! Fight!”

Aeio began running towards me as I stood my ground. I closed my eyes for a brief moment and took a deep breath. As she drew closer, I suddenly leap, catching her off guard. In mid jump, I drew my blade, slashing at her side as I moved past her. Landing behind her, I made a few quick slashes from behind. As she regained her footing, she began parrying my blows, turning to face me and dealing her own. For a time I danced with her, letting our swords sing together in combat. I kept as close as I could, running past her as I struck, forcing her to turn at my pace. As we began to exchange damaging blows, I backed away and used the smoke bomb hidden in my sleeve. Just as she had done with Vince, she swung her sword in wide arcs, hoping to catch me as I crept close. It was then I changed my tactics: hidden in the smoke, I drew my bow and let loose a couple arrows at full strength. 

“Ah…cheeky little.” She snapped the arrows that perforated her armour and continued our duel.

Although I was able to deal quite a bit of damage to her, her armour was too strong; I could not keep up with her warrior endurance. As my movements slowed, Aeio raised her blade to my throat.

Panting she asks, “Do you yield?”

“I yield…” I was on the brink of collapse.

“So be it!” Aeio lunges forward, barely giving me enough time to dodge her strike.

“Ey! I said I yield!”

“Oh..sorry about that, caught in the moment. To think, I had to get a bit serious there…”

“Winner by submission: Aeiorune!”

After our battle, Aeio took to bandaging me up. 

“Ow! Easy there…”

“Oh quit whining, its just a scratch.”

“Nearly took my head off with that last bit.”

“Lets not worry about who almost killed who.”

“Excellent fight you two!” Sentaru praised our excellent swordplay. “Never have I seen someone move quite like that.”

“Indeed Fontain, if you had been wearing respectable armour, I don’t think I’d be so lucky.”

“Please, I’d never be able to do what I did wearing those heavy suits.”

“Well, you made a good effort.” Sentaru smiled.

“Thank you sir.”

“Now, Aeio, are you ready for our match?”

“I’ve been looking forward to it ever since you beat me. I’m not going to lose a second time.”

“Hah, we’ll see about that.”

After a quick glance, Aeio released me from her care. “Alright Fonny, you’re all patched up.”

“Thanks.”

The crowds excitement came to a climax as Aeiorune and Sentaru walked onto the field. None were more worthy of a final battle than they. 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, lets give a round of applause to all our brave competitors today. Our Final Match will between the veteran Norse warrior: Sentaru vs the deadly rose Aeiorune! Are you ready!” Aeiorune and Sentaru replied in unison. “Well then, lets have at it! FIGHT!”

Aeio and Sentaru clashed in a wild melee, parrying each other’s blows and dealing near identical damage. The battle raged fiercely as both warriors put their all into each attack. It seemed as if they were on equal footing, but it was not so. Sentaru, a seasoned warrior, was able to gain the upper hand, landing just enough blows to stay two steps ahead of Aeiorune. She fought valiantly, but her endurance was draining away. Coming right down to the wire, Aeio was bested at the last moment.

“This tournament’s champion: SENTARU!!!” The joy of the crowd radiated past the borders of Dunnhelm for quite some time. 

Once we recovered our strength and retrieved our gear, we set off back to Guild HQ. The Commander, once again an arena champion, held his head high in triumph. Aeiorune, who I though would be a bit glum from her defeat, still smiled brightly, fulfilling her desire for combat for a few days at least. Even Vince seemed satisfied, knowing that the fighters guild could hold their own against such foes. Even I, once reluctant at the thought of seemingly pointless combat, reveled in my own personal growth. 

We reached our homestead in the Lighthaven mountains by nightfall. Weary from the day’s events, I was ready to fall into my cot and snooze. 

“Fontain, Aeiorune, come to my office.”

“Er, Yes sir.” We make our way to his office, wondering what the Commander was scheming. He entered with a bundle of cloth held under his arm.

“Have a seat you two, we’ve had a long day.” We settle in and await his order. “Now I’ve called you two here because of your exceptional combat abilities and leadership qualities. As you know, our guild has been rapidly expanding, some its become a bit hard for me to handle all the recruits myself. As such, I need some able bodies by my side to help run things around here.”

“Sir?” I voiced my surprise.

“Does this mean…” Aeio muttered.

“Thats right. From this day forth, you are no longer mere recruits. I am promoting you two to Captains…that is if you accept.”

“Of course sir!” I stand up promptly and salute. “It would be an honor.”

“We won’t let you down Commander.” Aeio salutes in turn. Sentaru unwraps the cloth to reveal two insignias, our symbol of status as Captains. After pinning them to our chests, he salutes.

“Well then, what are you Captains waiting for? Those recruits aren’t going to order themselves.”

We both depart with our heads held high as Captains of the Fighters Guild.

Hell of a day.

There was no shortage of work for the Fighter’s Guild. A fresh batch of recruits arrived, helping outfit the new guild hall with weapons and materials. Onyx, the Master Smith of Lighthaven, would come by every now and then, repairing tools and armour for the guild. The commander would go off on his journeys as usual, though I saw him more often. Aeio even began leading patrols around Dunnhelm, keeping the streets safe from villains preying on the innocent. Noble work for a woman of her background.

After getting to know her, I found that she was much kinder than rumors suggested. When she wasn’t out on patrol or stirring up trouble for Sentaul or Valor, she’d tell me stories of her experiences, tales of bravado and danger the likes of which her name was famous for. We got along for the most part. Sure, she’d give me a friendly punch to the stomach or call me “Fonny,” but she never bore any ill will: she was almost infuriatingly playful. It was a love hate relationship.

Several carefree days pass.

I was standing outside Lighthaven Inn, catching up with the permanent tenant Jared, when I notice Anin walking down the stairs.

“Anin!”

“Jay! How…Oof!” I give her a quick hug. 

“How have you been Anin?”

“I’m doing fine Jay.” She smiles brightly. “I’ve gotten used to my duties as an Empress. I’ve been a tad busy, but I finally have a day off.”

“That’s wonderful news!” I ponder for a bit. “Say, would you like to see Sanctum?”

“What?” She steps back apprehensively. “I…I haven’t been outside of Lighthaven in quite some time…”

“Come with me Anin, I insist.”

Bringing her hand to her lips, she glances at the ground, weighing the risks in her mind. ”…..Alright Jay, just let me get my things.” She runs off towards the keep. Moments later, she returns in a full suit of golden armour….well, almost full.

“Where are your boots?”

“I like to feel connected to the earth.”

“….Alright… let us depart! Care to join us Jared?”

“Sure!” He pipes. 

We set out towards Sanctum at dawn, encountering little resistance from the burning minions of evil. Although nervous at first, Anin seemed happy to be outside, to feel the cool earth beneath her feet, to climb foreign cliffs and walk through distant forests. Her eyes lit up once we entered the forests of Sanctum.

“This reminds me of home…” She spoke softly. I smiled at her warm words.

I had sent a message to Aeiorune to meet outside the front gate. I could hear her brazen tone echo through the city as she bickered with someone I didn’t recognized.

“Wat we doin in dis forest?” His gruff voice and manner of speaking led me to believe that he was a tribal, some barbarian from another land.

“Can it Poker, Fontain asked me to come here so I came. You just happened to follow along…Oi! Fontain! Are you here yet?!”

“Two seconds!” I make my way to the latch and raise the portcullis.

“You really know how to keep a girl waiting…”

“Is everything alright Jay?” Anin walks up with Jared in tow. Aeiorune steps back in shock. 

“E-Empress!” She brings and arm to her chest and lowers her head. Fastpoker looks on in confusion.

“Wat you doin Aeio?” She promptly elbows him in the gut. Anin tilts her head towards Aeio.

“Well then,” I clasp my hands, “how about a tour?” I lead them around, showing them the many sights: the mysterious apple, the waterfall, the tree of diamond, the market district…

“Quite a lovely town Jay.” Anin smiles.

“Thanks, its come a long way.”

“I dun get it.” Aeio smacks Fastpoker.

“Is there anything else around here Fontain?” I look at Aeio with a troubled look.

“Well….there’s one more thing…” I lead them up the stairs through the remains of town hall. As we stepped closer to the ruins of Tristan’s house, I could feel a cold chill run through my body. Anin slowed her pace, holding her arms.

“This magic…it feels…evil…” We arrive at the pile of rubble, gazing upon the block of gold. Aeio notices something peculiar about the surrounding area.

“Why…are all these stones black?” I survey the building.

“These….these weren’t here when I last stepped foot here….”

“How strange….” Anin looks at the block in earnest.

“Whatever you do,” I warn, “don’t touch that block.”

“Why? Just a chunk o’ meh’al.” Fastpoker casually walks up and taps the block.

“You fool!” I cry.

“Wat? Nutin happend” I run up the dark stones and examine the block as well as Fastpoker.

“….Funny…its power seems to have….diminished…”

“Indeed…I can no longer feel the darkness that clouded this place…” Anin’s hand hovers in front of the block.

“Well, lets leave this place…” As everyone begins to leave the cursed mound, I look back at the block of gold one last time.

Fastpoker departed, saying that the amount of nature “made is skin sof.” Jared left as well, for he had spent a great deal of energy on crafting a new spell of warding. The rest of us stayed behind, gazing at the enchanted fountain.

“Sanctum is beautiful Jay…yet…it seems…sad. Where are all the townsfolk?”

“They…” I pause for a moment. “…I don’t rightly know. Sanctum has seen better days…”

“Well,” Aeio remarks, “my feet could use some rest. Shall we go to the tavern?”

“Ah yes. Right this way.” We head into Sweetwater Tavern and sit comfortably at a table. “Let me get some drinks.” I rummage around the cupboards, brushing off the dusty glasses. I opened the tap, but only a small puff of air left the spout. “Umm…seems like we’re all out…”

“…What?” Aeio spat, a tad annoyed.

“Oh…” Anin seemed disappointed as well.

“Skeedo did drink quite a lot…” I shrugged.

“What kind of tavern doesn’t have any drinks!” Aeio sneered.

“Well…at least we have good company.” I try to disarm her with a smile. Aeio returns her attention to Anin, who watched her with curious eyes.

“Oh! S-sorry milady, I don’t believe we’ve been formally introduced. My name is Aeiorune.” She tips her brow. Anin does the same.

“Its a pleasure to meet you Aeiorune. I am Aninochi, you may call me Anin.” She smiles brightly.

“If its not too informal, the I would gladly address you with that name. How does thou faire lady Anin.”

“I am well, Aeiorune.” She giggles.

“Pray thee, dost thou recall tales of my grandiose and gallant deeds of heroism and adventure?” I raise my eyebrow.

“…..What are you doing Aeio?” Aeio turns to me, trying to look innocent.

“What ever do you mean Fontain?”

“Why are you talking like that?” Aeio shifts her eyes.

“You jest Fontain. This manner of speech is per usual.” All the while, Aeio makes dainty hand gestures.

“Right….well, don’t hurt yourself.” Aeio’s gaze burned into my body. After recomposing herself, she turns back to Anin.

“As I was saying, surely you’ve heard of me.”

“I have, Aeio, though most of my knowledge comes from Fontain’s stories.”

“Ah yes, while Fontain’s tales are quite enthralling to say the least, he tends to stretch the truth at times.” I give a coy smirk. “Well, my true tale begins with my poor bovine companion…” Continuing her strange speech, Aeio recounts her experiences in this land, giving Anin a fresh perspective on her character. She listened intently, swept into Aeio’s lively performance. I myself grew an interest in her story, for Aeio describe a few events which I myself experienced. As I listened in amusement, strange whispers reached my ears.

I slowly made my way to the tavern door, peering out into the darkened town. I could hear light footsteps coming from the house of Kaas, a resident who often kept to himself. Normally, this wouldn’t phase me, however, Kees rarely brought guests into his home.

“We have company…” Aeio falls silent. Anin glances at the two of us with a worried look across her face. I push open the doors and casually announce my presence.

“Scuse me, what brings you to Sanctum?” I see a couple hooded figures peer over the edge of the roof. I slowly draw my blade. The thieves began scuttling around, desperate to grab more loot before I reached them.

“Fontain!” I turn to the tavern to see Aeio struggling with the latch. “Pray thee, kind sir, er…., this… verily…will you open the damn door!”

“Certainly miss.” Laughing to myself, I open the doors. “Now that’s the Aieo I know.”

“Shut up Fonny.” As she brushes past me, Anin timidly hovers near the doorway.

“I…I’m not too useful in a fight.”

“That’s fine.” I secure the tavern doors, locking Anin inside. “Stay here Anin, we’ll be back soon.”

“Be careful….” 

I catch up with Aeiorune outside of Kaas manor. Once a humble cottage, Kees continued expanding his home until it grew into the size of a small cathedral, complete with hanging bells.

“How do we get up there?” Aeio asked.

“Follow me.” I lead Aeio past the ruins of the golden block onto a strut I used to patch up the dome. From there, I jumped onto the roof of Kees’s house. Aeio fell short.

“Oof!” I placed my hand over my face.

“…Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” She brushes herself off. “Go on ahead, I have a plan.” She runs off towards the front gate. I make a quick sweep of the rooftop then climbed into the belfry. I catch a glimpse of a thief rifling through a chest. Upon my approach, he dashes up a second ladder.

“Another ladder?” I step closer to see a trap door leading out of the dome. “Are you kidding me? Damn fool, he was asking to be robbed…” As I climbed the second ladder, a thought occurred to me: as I exit the trap door, I’d be immediately exposed to enemy attack before I set foot on the roof. Refusing to die due to tactical disadvantage, I slide down the ladder and blocked the exit. 

“Jay?” I returned to Anin and unlocked the door. “Is everything alright?”

“For the most part. Seems like they only hit Kees’s house. That idiot…”

“Ah! They’re on the roof! There!” She points to the far side. Suddenly, Aeiorune drops into the midst of the raiders.

“Hey boys…”

“Jay! Go help her!” Seconds later, I hear a cry of agony as Aeio slides her blade through a thief’s gut. 

“I almost feel bad for them.” The sight of their fallen comrade causes the rest of the vagrants to flee with their tails between their legs. After chasing the thieves off, Aeio returned to us, slightly weary.

“You know,” she pants, “its not easy, climbing onto the roof.”

“Well, it would be easier if you knew how to jump.” She sticks her out tongue. Anin intrudes.

“I think we’ve had enough excitement for one night. I should get back to Lighthaven…”

“Of course Anin, I’ll take you back.”

“I’ll come along too, who knows what will happen if I leave you two alone at this hour.” I shoot Aeio an annoyed look. She giggles.

“Lets get going then.” Heading out in the dead of night, we travel to Lighthaven, fighting off the occasional zombie attack and skeleton shot. At one point, I shattered the bones of a skeletal archer, only to discover that Anin and Aeio had stopped following me. Eventually, we met at the gates of Lighthaven, where Aeio chided me for losing track of them.

“Hey, if you guys followed me, you wouldn’t have wandered all night lost in the forest.”

“I was protecting Anin, which you failed to do.” Aeio and I glared at each other, sparks flying from our gaze.

“Now you two, we all made it, one way or the other. Thank you for coming along,”

“You’re most welcome milady.” Aeio curtsies.

“May the light shine in you favor Anin.”

“In yours as well Jay. It was nice meeting you Aeio. Farewell.” Anin returns to the safety of her keep.

“Well I’m going to go too Fontain. It was fun.” Aeio disappears into the darkness.

I make my way back to Sanctum, crossing the mountains of Lighthaven as a shortcut. As I climbed the last peak, a chill ran down my spine. As I stepped closer to Sanctum, my heart grew heavy; the leaves of Sanctum were dark black. Before I could proceed further, a great gust of energy knocked me off my feet. 

A dark flame consumed Sanctum. Even through the chaos, I could see the evil glow of the golden block. The diamond tree, once the protector of our homes, was reduced to a stone pillar, its leaves reduced to ash. I fell to my knees, hoping that this madness was just a bad dream. After a few moments of anguish, I forced myself to my feet, looking back on Sanctum one last time.

Once more, I wandered into the darkness of the Wild.

I woke up with my back pressed against a tree. Looking at my surroundings, I saw the familiar bridge that lead to Lighthaven. I stood up, struggling a bit, for my body felt as if I hadn’t moved in weeks. 

“Sheesh, its seems like all I ever do is pass out.” After a bit of stretching, I continued walking towards Lighthaven.

As the light sea breeze kissed my cheek, I began to remember strange dreams.

I saw myself among people a barely recognized. Strangely enough, I knew them, as if their names were floating above their heads. And we seemed to get along. Aeiorune, who I feared would stab me as soon as our eyes met, extended a friendly aura. Later she did wound me a couple times but she did so with a fond smile. Sentaul, who had dared to attack Sanctum, poked fun at everyone and would laugh maniacally at his own actions. In truth, he seemed like an alright guy. Skeedo was there as well, though his body was that of Jakar Windsailor. He returned to being the carefree bloke I once knew him as. I also recall one Valor, a sentient robot (or was it rowboat?). There was even Lin Hayworth, who seemed less seductive than the rumors led me to believe. As we traveled together, leaping across buildings and stealing treasure, I shared my stories over a campfire, laughing together like friends.

Returning to reality, I scratched my head in confusion. 

“How peculiar…anyways, dreams are best left for the dreamer, I can’t let some nonsense like this cloud my judgement.” I couldn’t bring myself to trust those folk on account of dreams….

I made my way to the new Guild headquarters. Located on a mountaintop close to Lighthaven, Master Sentaru had expanded the guild hall, creating multiple quarters for guild members. As I walked up the mountain stairs, I could hear the familiar boom of the commander’s voice. I enter the hall.

“Greetings Commander!” I announce, saluting. He turns to me and brings his hand to his brow.

“At ease Fontain. I was just conversing with Aeio here…”

“Sir?”

“Ah yes, I don’t believe you’ve met…” He steps aside to reveal the figure of a woman who I’ve only met once before.

“Hello there…” She gives a sly smile. I quickly draw my blade.

“Do you know each other?” Sentaru asks, shifting his glance between the two of us.

“You can say that,” I warily reply.

“You know Fontain,” Aeio remarks, “anyone pointing a blade at me would usually be lying in a bloody pool at my feet.” I glanced at my sword.

“Ah, sorry, reflex.” I slowly sheath my blade, keeping my hand on the pommel.

“Look,” Sentaru steps between us, “I don’t know the history between you, but you’re both part of Fighter’s Guild.” He lets out a sigh. “Ya know, lets have a meal, I’ll go get some food from the pantry.” He walks off, leaving the two of us alone.

Leaning against a seat next to her, I fold my arms. “So, how are you doing Aeio?”

“Acting all friendly all of a sudden?”

“Look, we’re both here, lets try to get along…” She snickers.

“Ya know, I didn’t think I’d meet the man of my dreams here.”

“What?” She waves her hand reassuringly.

“Don’t read too much into it. For the last couple of nights, I had some strange dreams of getting along with others and you happened to be there…”

“Wait…I had those too…” She raises her eyebrow.

“Really? Do you remember me shooting fireballs into the air as thousands of Ghasts filled the sky?”

“….I do…” She steps back in surprise. 

“If you remember….do the others?” We both ponder for a moment. Sentaru returns with our food.

“Well it seems you two have calmed down.”

“We just reaffirmed our friendship.” Aeio gives me a small wink. After shooting her a glance I look off.

“Well then,” Sentaru announces, “to good company!” We raise our glasses in a toast. Although mixing dreams and reality seemed a bit far-fetched, I welcomed the prospect of new friendships

A dark cloud hung over my head.

While I was happy to unlock a part of my past, the thought of specializing in the death of others still troubled me. I spun the sword in my hand, gazing at its blue glow. Refusing to let such matters impair my judgement, I lay in my bed and drifted off to sleep.

Word spread across Minecraftia about a new “Fighters Guild” based in Lighthaven. Eager to put my sword to noble uses, I ventured to Lighthaven to speak with the Guild Master. To my chagrin, I spent the first couple of days simply trying to catch Master Sentaru. As soon as I would step foot in Lighthaven, he would be off on another journey.

After a night of unrestrained drinking with Anin, I woke up in field of Lighthaven keep with a splitting headache. 

“Ughh…I think I had one too many…”

“Had a nice nap?” The mighty warrior Sentaru stood above me in plates of fine diamond. I leap to my feet, slightly embarrassed. 

“G-Greetings sir!” I stammered. “I’m not usually this drunk! Honest!”

“Well, thats good then.” He looks at me for a moment. “Say…from the festival right?”

“Ah yes, I went. It was quite fun.” I smile cheerfully.

“So I hear you want to join the Fighter’s Guild?”

“Ah, yes sir! Though…” He holds up his hand. 

“Worry not friend, all are welcome to the Fighter’s Guild. Your past is your own, and I shall not pry.” He gives me a reassuring pat on the back. “Step into my office.” We enter the guild headquarters, passing through the foyer and up the stairs into the briefing room. He reads out the codes of honor. “…Do you understand?”

“Yes sir!”

“Then welcome to the Fighter’s Guild!” He gives my a hearty handshake.

“To the tavern!”

“Actually, I have a job for you.”

“Oh,” I reply, slightly disheartened, “we can celebrate later.” He reads me the request.

“Well then! Get going recruit!”

“Yes Commander!” I salute and rush out the door. The following days were spent running around, doing the odd job for the fighter’s guild. Sentaru would go off on his journeys now and again. I never asked where he went.

Though I frequented Lighthaven, I wasn’t able to see Anin as often as I’d like. She seemed quite occupied lately, having frequent talks behind closed doors with prominent Lighthaven figures.

I was reading the Minecraftia post when I noticed an article about Lighthaven. The column announced that Lord Owlet stepped down from his position of power and had given his title to his only daughter. ‘Blimey….wonder what happened.”

A sudden commotion drew my attention elsewhere.

I could see Skeedo, Bloodbear, and Davis at the gate, bickering with two delinquents. It was the vermin Zomi Gold and his lapdog Negi.

“Off with ye, you scruffy nerf herder!” Exclaimed Skeedo.

“You female wolfhound! I’ll extend my foot into your lower thigh! Approach me, brother!” scoffed Zomi Gold. Negi just stood there with a stupid grin on his face. I walk up to the gate. “Ah, Fontain, care to open the gate?” He looks at me mockingly.

“Now why the hell would I do that?” 

“These curs are simple unhappy since I’ve taken their belongings without permission” He gave me a cheeky smile. “Kevin was a great help.” 

“…whatchu talkiin bout?” He laughs maniacally.

“You fool! Kevin! He was a spy all along!”

“Thats it,” declared Bloodbear, “Taste my blade pondscum!” The three rush out the side entrance and engage the two scoundrels, leaving me lost in thought.

“…was he really?” I muttered to myself. I made my way to the study to pour over the archives. I spent hours looking over old news articles for evidence of his character. Sure enough, I found his name connected to a string of robberies, each with the same MO. Kevin would join a town, gain their trust, and later rob them. After confirming these stories with an outside source and the townsfolk, I struck his name from the town register.

I gazed somberly at the contents of my glass. ‘I still couldn’t believe he would do such a thing. Misusing my trust, all of our trust.’ I take another swig. ‘Was I too quick to judge him? Should I trust my enemies, my friends, myself?’ I let out a sigh. I reached a piece of parchment and began writing.

Dearest Anin,

How are you these days? I hear you’ve become Empress of Lighthaven. Guess I should start calling you ‘your Highness’ haha. What has become of your father? Is he well? I was quite shocked at the news. Things at Sanctum are…not well to say the least. We’ve just exposed a spy in our midst, I don’t know quite how to handle myself because of it. My heart weeps for Sanctum. Anyways, hope you are well.

Your friend,

Jay

I tied the note to a carrier pigeon and sent it on its way. The following day, I received a reply.

Dear Jay,

Its strange to think the other day I was merely a doctor in the Hospitum, and now I’m an Empress. I’d much rather spend my days healing the sick than dealing with politics. Please call me simply Anin, for I’m not particularly fond of my title. As for my father, he seems to have found traces of his lineage elsewhere, rumors of his lost mother. I do not know when he’ll return. Hopefully he will reclaim his title when he does. I’m sorry to hear about your troubles in Sanctum, but such a matter is not your fault. Don’t blame yourself for the actions of others. Keep your chin up Jay :)

Best regards,

Anin

Such words gave me comfort. The next day, I set out towards Lighthaven once again, leaving my worrisome heart behind. 

As the fires of Dunnhelm were contained, the torrent of rage subsided, bringing the resemblance of peace back to Minecraftia. The survivors of the second battle of Dunnhelm spread across the world, inflating the number of settlements many times over. Of course, a new wave a backstabbers and ne’er-do-wells flooded the streets, causing trouble for recent immigrants. A number of towns who foolishly placed their borders close to Dunnhelm were constantly raided by the miscreants.

Sanctum, closed off from the world, remained the quiet community it has always been. Many of the residents spent most of their time outside training themselves or simply mining under its foundations.

I spent more time drinking in the tavern alone than with company. After a night of moderate drinking, I began to feel a slight headache coming on. ‘Strange, I can usually handle more than this…Oh well, might as well sleep it off.’ I walk up the stairs and flop lazily onto the bed. Suddenly, a flash of pain shoots through my skull.

I suddenly find myself lying prone on unfamiliar soil in the dark of night. The smell of the earth filled my lungs as I calmly lay there, as if I had a purpose for being there. Although my eyes gazed into the brush ahead, I felt like I was looking into a window, detached from my body. My limbs did not obey me. ‘Ugh whats wrong with me?’ To my surprise, I slowly got up, although not from my own volition. It was as if I was being controlled by an invisible puppet master. Hearing the subtle creaks of the branches above, I began moving swiftly through the wild.

I vaulted over every obstacle before me with great ease. ‘What is this?’ I thought. ‘Could this be….me?’ pace slows as I emerge out of the forest I looked upon a great wall of a unknown town. ‘Why am I here?’ Looking around for a moment, a leapt onto a nearby tree and scaled the wall. 

I peered into the city, not sure of who or what I was looking for. I spotted a man walking in the distance. I silently made my way toward him, jumping across rooftops undetected. ‘I have a bad feeling about this…’ I followed the man through the back roads of the city. He stops in front of a abandoned building. After looking about nervously, he enters the building. I drop down and enter as well.

I watch as he frantically rummages through a chest, tossing aside useless junk. I walk toward him. He stops his search, examining something in the palm of his hand. I draw my blade. ‘Wait!’ I cried. I inched forward raising my blade. ‘Stop!’ I swiftly bring down the blade.

I awoke in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. I sat up to catch my breath. Clutching my head, I wondered, “What in Notch’s name did I just witness?”

Days pass.

The local inn had fallen into disarray due an incompetent foremen abandoning the project. I spent my time there, outfitting the rooms, making sure there was always a warm bed and warm fire for each patron.

I was busy setting the new furniture in the latest annex when I heard a cold blade drawn its sheath. I turned a moment too late, for the blade pierced my stomach. I looked into the sneering eyes of my attacker as he withdrew his blade and walked off. I fell to my knees, feeling my warm blood leave my body as I collapse onto the floor. 

Waking up on the tavern floor, I sit up, clutching my side. The wound sent pulses of pain through my body. I glanced at the door, seeing a trail of blood leading from the inn. ‘I must have dragged myself here from sheer force of will’ I concluded. Managing to stand up, I walked behind the counter and broke the emergency glass. Wrapping my wound in a bandage of healing compress, leaned on the counter deep in thought.

“Who was that?” I asked myself. My vision flashed as the name entered my mind. ‘Strange,’ I thought, ‘I’ve never met that man in my life…how do I know him?’ Thinking for a few moments, I muttered, “Where is he now?” Another flash, this time a stream of images. I saw the man running through the forests of Sanctum. A second later, he was on a boat to Burgundy Bay. The final image showed him entering a small hospice off the shore. My mind returned to the tavern in Sanctum. Blinking, I pressed my hand to my forehead.

“What the hell is happening to me?” Pondering for a moment, I retrieved my gear from the emergency case. A full set of leather armour, a bow, a couple bundles of arrows and a selection of swords. My hand hovered over my trusty stone sword, however, I noticed a glint from the corner of my eye. I reached into the darkness and retrieved a sword of diamond. Normally, I would struggle to handle such a light sword, fearing I would throw it accidentally mid swing. This time, the sword sat quite comfortable in my hand. I brandished the sword, swiftly cutting the air with such ease and precision. Hearing the blade resonate, singing through the air, another thought popped into my head. ‘I’ve never handled a blade like this in my life…or have I?’ As I pointed the sword into the distance, I made my decision. “Time to find some answers.” I locked up the tavern and made my way to Dunnhelm.

Following my visions, I found the lowly cottage. Carefully opening the door, I peered inside, lighting a torch next to me. I entered the dim room, finding no one. On the table lay a scrap of paper and an old book. Grabbing the paper, I read its contents.

My Lord, I have succeeded in my task. The line of those delusional pagans has come to a bloody end. Without their order, no one can stop us.

I set down the note, finding more questions than answers. As my hand touched the book, more visions flashed before my eyes.

In a darkened castle, I walked up the cold stone stairway to meet with the Master. As I entered, he glanced towards me with a grave look, though he smiled warmly at my approach.

“Ah, _____, it brings me great ease to see you’ve made it back safely.” I couldn’t make out what he called me, but I continued watching my own memory.

“Of course, Master…” He shifts his attention to the window, looking over the parapets. 

“It seems our time is coming to an end…”

“Master?”

“There is a traitor in our midst. It is only a matter of time before the foundation of our brotherhood collapses.” He turns to me. “There is one last task I shall give you ____, a matter of great importance.”

“What would you have me do?” I wait patiently as he looks deeply into my eyes.

“You must go to Minecraftia.”

“Sir?”

“Yes…go there and start a new life.”

“Sorry?”

“As long as you live, my heart will be at rest…” I kneel before him and bring my fist to my chest.

“I wish to remain in service to the order.” He clasps my shoulder.

“Rise ____. You have done well.” I stand, seeing him smile fondly.

“I regard you as my son. No matter where you go, you will find your own peace, for your heart is that of a good man.” He moves his hand, showing me out. He pats my back as I somberly walk off. “We move in shadows to serve the light. We are Assassins.” I turn to look at him one last time. “May the light shine in your favor…”

My senses return to the small cottage. I stood, reflecting on the words of my mentor. While the rest of my memories were still lost to me, I was happy to have received some closure. ‘Assassin huh….’ I looked at my feet. ‘Maybe its best to forget about such a life…’ I gazed at the palms of my hands, wondering how much blood I have spilled in my lifetime. 

I left the room, taking with me a piece of my past. Though the road was dark, I carried the light of my master’s words as my beacon. 

I made frequent visits to Lighthaven, sharing a drink with Anin at the tavern every now and then, sharing stories. I quite enjoyed her company. The Lighthaven Inn became my second home.

Many peaceful days pass, yet something was…amiss. Tristan seemed to disappear after that fateful incident. Sometimes I would visit the ruins of his home, finding limited signs of life; traces of footsteps, an occasional trinket lying in his chest, sometimes a scrap of paper on his workbench. Other than that, Tristan became a ghost.

Skeedo had changed as well. He began dabbling in magic, training himself in the arcane arts. At first I saw such work as harmless fun, but at the back of my mind, I knew something was wrong. He would spend countless hours in his basement doing who knows what, rarely coming to the tavern. While I supported limiting his alcohol intake, it seemed like he became a different person after that.

As I walked through the cold woods of Sanctum, a great tremor shook the world, nearly knocking me off my feet. I could feel a strange energy moving through the air, a strange wind shaking the trees. I looked towards Dunnhelm, its skies glowing red. There was something oddly familiar about all this. Arming myself for the worst, I set forth towards the town of crossroads.

It was just as I feared. The cries of battle grew louder as I approached. I climbed onto a nearby roof to gain a better view. The scene was similar to my first memories of this world; people slugging each other without just cause, men with swords cutting the unarmed. As I surveyed the scene, I recognized some of the armed warriors. Alarmed, I jumped down to confront the men.

“What do you think you’re doing!” I yelled.

“Fontain! Come to join in the fun?” Skeedo smiled sadistically.

“We’re stemming the tide of these would be invaders,” Bloodbear casually remarked.

“Invaders?! How are they invaders! They’re unarmed and have nowhere to go!” Pie lets loose a torrent of fireballs into the crowd. 

“Haha I feel so alive!”

“You tarnish the name of Sanctum!”

“Loosen up Fontaine,” Skeedo piped, “A little blood here and there would do you some good!”

I place my hand on the pommel of my sword, quivering with fury. They cackle and continue to indulge in their hyper violence. Forcing myself to turn away, I stride off into the darkness. No matter how twisted their actions were, I couldn’t bring myself to raise my blade against the people I called my friends.

After wandering for some time, I found myself in front of Lighthaven, as if led by instinct. Gazing upon its warm glow, I smiled, knowing there was some sense of sanity in this chaotic world.

The rattling of bones reached my ears.

I quickly turn around, only to be shot in the arm by a skeletal archer. This time, I snapped the arrow and threw it aside.

I wasn’t the same weak vagrant from before.

Ducking under a second arrow, I slice the torso of the abomination, causing it to fall to pieces. I smash its skull under my foot. Two more skeletons emerge from the forest, bows at the ready. I make quick work of them in seconds. Not too shabby. As I faced a fourth skeleton, I hear a soft hiss behind me.

‘Fu-’ The explosion sends me flying forward, causing me to land flat on my face. Dazed for a moment, I got up, feeling a bit haggard. I tore the remnants of my armour off my body. Having lost my sword, I drew my bow and what limited arrows I had on me. I pressed my back against against the gate.

“ANIN!” No response. An arrow flies past my head. I return fire, hitting my mark. “Need a little help here!” I call again. 

“Ah!” I hear her distant voice. I fire a few more arrows, felling a zombie. I hear her run into the gatehouse. “Give me a moment….there!” The gate raises, allowing me to fall back. Ducking into the corner, I cover the door.

“Close it!” The gears spin rapidly as the gate falls with a thud. Breathing a sigh of relief, I walk towards her.

“Are you alright?” She asks, inspecting my body.

“I’ve been better…” I reply, coughing a little.

“Hold still…” She takes out an odd branch. After muttering some spells, she focuses the magic into her palms and releases it into my body. The damage from the attack vanished.

“Thanks again, Anin.”

“You’re welcome, Jay.”

“Whats with the stick?” I ask bluntly.

“Ah, this is a branch from my homeland.” She twirls it between her fingers. “You could say that it amplifies my healing powers.”

“I see…”

“Shall we go to the inn?”

“Lets.” As we enter the the tavern, she turns around and locks the door. “Erhm…”

“Just a precaution. I call you my friend, but others may misunderstand at this time of night.”

“Well this is a fine prison you got here.” She hands me a glass.

“So what brings you here?”

“Escape my sorrow I suppose…” I take a swing. “You hear the news about Dunnhelm?”

“Yes…” She looks down at her glass. “To think this would happen again…”

“Must we repeat our same mistakes? Continue this cycle of hate towards our fellows?” The ground rumbles beneath our feet. “Its as if Minecraftia itself tears apart.”

“Aye….dark times indeed.” We pause, deep in thought.

“…Can you tell me about your first moments in this land?” I ask, looking into her eyes.

“Hmm…tis quite long ago…” After pondering for a moment, she began her tale.

Much like you, I began my journey in the port of Dunnhelm. I had received a recommendation from a close friend to join their town. After speaking to some travelers and gathering a party, we set out for this new town. I’m not sure if we took a wrong turn or received poor directions, but we became quite lost as the sun began to set. We felt eyes watching us in the darkness, so we had no choice but to press on. Suddenly we were under attack by the forces of evil. Everyone began running for their lives. I don’t know what came over me, but I swiftly dug into the earth and took shelter in a hole. I was terrified. I could hear the screams of my companions as they fell. I cried for help, hoping someone would come to my aide. To my relief, the townsfolk arrived at the scene and drove off the monsters. Although we were sidetracked, we had ventured close to our destination. Sadly, I was the only one in our party who had survived. I was lifted out of my dirt prison and carried back to town…

She sighs, recounting the events in her head.

“You sure had it rough…” I commented.

“Indeed, as do most who enter this land. Minecraftia is not a forgiving place…” I sip my drink.

“Well things turned out alright then; you’re here, aren’t you?”

“Yes, those days have long past. I’ve spent many happy moments here that outweigh the sorow.” She smiles brightly. The sun begins to rise over the morning mist.

“Well, I best be off. Don’t want to worry the other townsfolk with my presence.”

“Let me get the gate for you.” We walk outside into the orange glow. As I exit the gate, Anin stands by, watching. “Farewell Jay.”

“Farewell Anin, may the light shine in your favor.”

“For you as well.” She smiles warmly.

I turn to face the rising sun, my heart much lighter than the night before.

I phased in and out of consciousness, catching glimpses of light between periods of darkness. I felt warm hands pressed against my chest, sending waves of magic through my body, repairing damaged tissue. I remember seeing a slender face with locks of burgundy, and eyes of bright green, gazing down at me…

I awoke abruptly with a gasp, quickly sitting up. I promptly fell back into bed, letting the blood that rushed into my skull recirculate into my body. Slowly this time, I sat up and scanned my surroundings. I was in a brightly lit room, rather clean compared to most standards. With walls of white and hard oaken floors, the room was filled with identical beds, lined neatly in rows. I noticed my belongings sitting to one side of the room. Contemplating for a moment, I decided to collect my things and leave.

I suspected I was in a medical facility, with all the crosses of red throughout the building. There was a room of strange contraptions, no doubt medical tools and supplies, as well as foliage scatted around for some natural greenery. Downstairs, a small reception desk led to the emergency room. Puzzled by the lack of personnel, I calmly opened the doors to town. 

I emerged from the building into an large open area. I was able to see the the festival grounds along the main path, so I began walking towards them. I looked back and found myself in awe; I knew why the area was so open. 

“Oh my…” I was looking upon the Keep of Lighthaven, the mighty castle of the ruling lord. The town crest, a shield of blue and gold. was draped over the wall. The tower extended into the sky, causing me to squint due to the light of the sun. After a few more glances, I returned to the main path. 

I noticed Boosh and Merema standing next to the rollercoaster.

“Greetings Boosh!” I exclaimed. “And hello to you Merema.” I tip my brow. She does the same.

“Ah, hello there Fontain!” Boosh shakes my hand vigorously. “Did you enjoy the celebration?”

“Indeed I did. Its a shame though…I was hoping there was going to be an archery tournement.” He shrugs.

“A simple matter of conserving space.”

“Oh and I must thank you for helping me when I was starting out. When I was not accustomed to this land.”

“Oh but of course! You are most welcome.”

“Where is everyone else?”

“Oh they’ve already returned home and had other matters to attend to…Say, how about we get a few drinks? Lighthaven’s tavern is most wonderful!”

“Sounds like fun, will you be joining us Merema?”

“Sure!” She gives a happy smile.

“Follow me, I’ll lead the way!” Boosh proclaimed. We made our way to the front gate and stepped into the tavern. It was rather bright, as all things were in Lighthaven, quite the opposite of the moody feel of Sanctum. Boosh makes his way down the stairs and behind the counter.

“So what will you have?”

“The local brew please.” He rummages around for a moment.

“Ah it seems we’re all out. Let me go fetch some…” He rushes out the door, leaving me and Merema alone. 

“….Nice weather we’re having.” I stated dryly.

“Indeed…” The next couple of minutes were spent in awkward silence. I heard Boosh talking feverishly with another woman. She seemed a bit upset.

“Boosh, I don’t have time to fuel your booze hungry gut.”

“We have a guest! I don’t want to be a poor host!”

“I’m in the middle of looking for…”

“Oh they’ll be fine…” They enter the tavern. My eyes widen. It was her! The burgundy hair, the slender figure. 

“Boosh for all we know, that person…” She stops as our eyes meet.

‘Green’

“You!” She strides up to me. “Why aren’t you in bed!”

“I got better?”

“Honestly, humans are so rash sometimes….” She looks off, a bit irritated.

“Now now,” Boosh patted her shoulder, “No need to be cross. Everything worked out. You’ve found your patient, and now I can treat him to a good time. Can you call Coco?”

“Coco?” I ask. The elf maiden gives a whistle. To my surprise, in walks a dairy cow of brown and gray. The elf scratches its ear playfully then proceeds to milk it. She hands me a glass. “We’re going to drink milk?”

“The best milk this side of Minecraftia.” She smiles. I take a sip and immediately feel a bit warmer.

“Wow…”

“Yep, Coco is a special cow…” She pets the cow fondly.

“Excellent!” Boosh exclaims. “Let us drink!”

Soon enough, Boosh began rambling about utter nonsense while Merema stumbled around the room, saying ‘Woooo’ and ‘I’m sooooo wasted.’ I leaned towards the elf.

“How many have they had?”

“Just one.”

“Haha. Seems like they can’t hold their liquor very well. And how about you? Do elves normally drink?”

“I’ve gotten used to the habits of humans, since I’ve been around them for so long…hic”

“Seems like shumeones a bit tipshe…”

“Looks who’s talkin.” We look at each other and laugh.

A couple hours pass. Boosh wakes up from his nap on the tavern floor.

“Ughh…my head…I should go home…” Merema had finally gotten tired and resorted to leaning against the wall.

“I should go too…” She pushed herself off the wall and nearly fell over.

“Here Merema, I’ll walk you home.” Boosh offered his arm.

“Do you remember where it is?” Merema asked.

“Nope.” The two walk out the door, nearly falling down the stairs.

“Will they be alright?” I asked.

“They’ll be fine…” I notice Boosh lying face down in the dirt outside. I chuckle.

“…Ya know, I never got your name.”

“Oh I’m sorry. My name is Aninochi.” She bows slightly. “What is your name, good sir?”

“Jay Fontain,” I bow, “at your service.” I sit down at a table and invite her to join me. “I haven’t seen very many elves in Minecraftia.”

“Aye, I’ve traveled far from my homeland to come here.”

“What was it like?” A pained expression crosses her face.

“I’m afraid my departure isn’t the happiest of tales. I’d rather not think about it…”

“I’m sorry.”

“Its alright, this happened a long time ago.” Her expression softened. “I’ve gotten used to living here among the human. I have many happy memories here.” She smiles warmly. “Its all thanks to my father.”

“Your father?”

“Yes…Lord Owlet.”

“What?” I was taken aback.

“He’s not my biological father, but he’s treated me like his own since I’ve arrived.” I swirl the remaining milk in my glass.

“Memory huh….makes me a bit jealous.” 

“Why would you say that?” I look away for a moment, then recount the tale of my first night in this land. “You were at the first battle of Dunnhelm?”

“Yes…utter chaos that was.”

“Dark times indeed, I felt the tremors from here in Lighthaven. But I’m surprised, you don’t seem like the rest of those barbarians.”

“Aye, most people back then were more likely to stab you in the back than shake your hand…”

“And losing your memory like that…I don’t know what I would do if I forgot my past, I don’t know if I’d be the same.” She holds her arm anxiously.

“Well, I just have to make some new memories then.” I smile. She returns my smile.

“Thats quite a positive outlook on life.” 

“You need one in my line of work.”

“What do you do?”

“I run a tavern. Nothing fancy like this. This tavern makes mine look like a hole in the ground.”

“Oh its probably not that bad.” I drink the last of the milk from my cup and look out the window.

“Crumbs! Its already dark out!”

“Oh my! We must have been talking for hours!”

“How time flies and whatnot…” I stand up. “Is there a place I can rest for the night?”

“Certainly, just upstairs. Right this way, sir.”

“No need to be so formal.”

“Ah, I’m sorry, its just in my nature.”

“Its quite alright.” She makes her way to the second floor as I follow.

“Choose any room you like.”

“Alright…” I make my way toward the room at the top of the stairs.

“Oh wait!”

“What is it?”

“Thats the hot tub.”

“Oh…” After thinking for a moment, I decided not to press my luck. I stroll to the end of the corridor. “Its this room alright?”

“Yes it is.” I step inside but hold the door open. “I’ll be in this room over here if you need me. Goodnight Sir.”

“Please, call me Jay.”

“Alright…Jay. You can call me Anin.”

“Goodnight then, Anin.”

I crawled into bed and closed my eyes, happy to have made a new friend.

I was drinking in Dunnhelm, talking to the bartender about buying some barrels of liquor for my own tavern, when I heard a sudden FWOOSH from outside. I looked out the window and lo and behold, the wizard Boosh appeared, choking on the fumes of his own teleport spell.

”..ack…I usually land in cleaner places…” he rasped, batting away the dust around him. After doing a quick shakeout, he held his fist to his mouth and muttered some incantations. 

“Hello? Hello? This thing on?” Scratching his he, muttered a few more incantations. “Hello?”

This time, I was taken by surprise. It was as if Boosh was talking right next to me, even though he was a couple feet away outside the tavern. I turned to the bartender and noticed him looking up at the ceiling, puzzled by the voice coming from nowhere. 

“There we are. People of Minecraftia,” Boosh voiced enthusiastically, ”I’m here in Dunnhelm to announce the first ever festival in the city of Lighthaven! Those of you who wish to join in our festivities, please meet me at…” He looks around for a moment, looking for some significant landmark. His eyes fall onto the tavern. “…the Dunnhelm brewery! I’ll be happy to teleport you to the festival grounds upon payment of five yoggles. See you there!” He lowered his hand and my mind was my own once more.

After finishing my drink. I walked up to Boosh, who was nervously pacing back and forth.

“Hail Boosh!”

“Ah a customer! You sure came running when I made the announcement!” He smiled happily.

“I was in the tavern.”

“Ah…well would you like to go Lighthaven then?”

“Yes please.” I hand him 5 yogs. 

“Alright, stay right there. This may feel…a little weird.” He holds up his hand and mutters under his breath. After feeling a strange tingling sensation, the world vanished in a great flash. 

Next thing I knew, I was standing in the middle of Lighthaven.

The festival was in full swing. There were multiple booths with carnival games, food stands, and stages for special shows. Sadly, the kissing booth was empty. I walked over to a group of fellows chatting away.

Many famous faces were gathered. There was Phatima, summoning drinks out of thin air. Lady Fajra, an elf with eyes of fire, seemed quite happy with a drink in her hand. There was also Sentaru, the mightiest Norse warrior of all Minecraftia. I even saw Merema, happily chatting away with some other females. I feel a light tap on the shoulder. I turn around and see a familiar face.

“Skeedo!”

“Hey Fontain! Glad to see you here!”

“Likewise. Enjoying the festival?”

“Of course man…hold up its Owlet.” We both turn to see a man dressed in fine clothing standing on a platform. His hair was silver and his face was quite pale. He seemed rather cold, his expression empty and uncaring. When he spoke, however, his voice radiated power and authority.

“For those of you visiting from distant lands, I welcome you to Lighthaven. I now declare this festival….underway!” He raised his hand and received a excited round of applause and cries of joy from the crowd. Boosh returns in a puff of smoke and a hacking cough. Skeedo turns to me and slaps me on the arm.

“You ride the rollercoaster yet?”

“The what?”

“Its over here.” We walked across town and made our way to the massive wooden structure. It was a massive track of minecart rails running up and down hills and curving around bends. I’ve never seen anything like it before.

“How does it work?”

“Oh, let me get that for you.” A woman trots over and pushes a button. The minecart positioned on the track zooms along the course.

“Wow! So we just watch its run around the track?”

“….No.”

“Oi! Carlotta!” A voice rang out from the distance. “Why did you send another empty cart on the rollercoaster?”

“I’m sorry! It was an accident!” She turns to me. “Well, this time please sit in the minecart before I press this button.”

“Alright!” I sit comfortably in the minecart.

“Ready?” Her hand inches toward the button.

“Try not to throw up.” Skeedo patted me on the shoulder.

“Why would I do thAAAAA-” I raced off down the track and ludicrous speed. Climbing up the steep slope, I was able to see the entirety of Lighthaven. It was exhilarating. Before I knew it, the ride was over.

“How was that?” 5keedo asked.

“That was great!” I nearly fall on my face as I stumble out of the cart. Just then, a booming voice echoed from the center of town.

“COME ONE COME ALL! TEST YOUR MIGHT AGAINST STRONGMAN SENTARU!”

“Oh I got this,” Skeedo said as he rolled his shoulder.

We made our way to the event platform. A crowd had already gathered, excited to see the spectacle. Sentaru was onstage, flexing his muscles.

“Which one of you think that you can take on me, Strongman Sentaru!”

“Me!” piped Skeedo. He climbs on stage and stands next to Sentaru.

“Hah, you look weak! Like little babby!”

“We’ll see about that,” Skeedo retorted.

“The blocks!” Carlotta steps onstage with two blocks of cobble in hand.

“WOOO Go Carlotta! Place those blocks!” I was surprised to hear that coming from Lady Fajra. Boosh walks on stage and stands between them. 

“On the count of three! One…two….THREE!” Both men being furiously punching the stones with their bare hands. It seemed like they were neck and neck until…

“And we have a Winner!” announced Boosh. “Sentaru!” People cheered and Skeedo received a friendly pat on the back. “And for our next attraction….to the Wookie Cage!!!” Boosh runs off with the crowd following behind.

‘What the hell is a Wookie?’ I thought. We reached the cage of an animal covered entirely in fur that stood as tall as a human. Many of the onlookers we taunting it, making faces and rattling the bars. The Wookie growled ferociously.

“Why are there mushrooms in the cage?” Someone asked.

“Those aren’t mushrooms….” another replied.

“Ah.” I hear the clicking of a lever being switch and watch the cage open. The Wookie leaps forward and bursts through the crowd.”

“Its loose!”

“Catch him quick!”

“Don’t mention milk!” The Wookie begin running through town as the crowd frantically chases after it. We made our way to an open field near the local grove.

“Alright everyone! Corner it!” The Wookie growls while backing slowly towards a wall. Eventually, the crowd was able to recapture the Wookie.

“Huzzah!” Boosh exclaimed. Phatima summoned more alchohol.

“Cheers!” I cried. 

“Greetings everyone! It is I, Professor TINKER! I have reTURNed, from a great expeDItion!” Everyone greeted the professor with warm words and handshakes. “Would you like for me to read some passages from this book I’ve discovered?” There was a resounding cry of agreement from the crowd. “ALLright folk, here goes! Oh from the darkened realms, with the powers of beast and man, I beseech thee…”

‘Wait a minute, that sounds like….’ Reality tore, and a number of beasts emerged from the dark realm. “GET BACK!” I drew my bow and began firing.

The ghastly monstrosity resembled pigs but walked on two legs and carried golden swords. The crowd began to fight the beasts, but they were not subdued very easily. The mages began shooting the beast with their magic. Still, the pigmen army continued to press forward. As a pigman drew closer to my position, I was forced to toss aside my bow and drew my sword. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck the pigmen with great force, causing me to be thrown against a wall.

Soon the world faded to black as I fell unconscious.