Alone and quiet Quintin was in the Throne Room. The many rows of seats were empty and vacant. The doors leading into the Throne Room were shut. Massive candle-burning chandeliers hung from the arched cobblestone ceiling. What the guards saw was him walking down the center aisle by himself. What they didn't notice was that he was talking to someone or something. But who or what was that something?
The King's Chair was in sight, slowly getting bigger as he got closer to it. The anxiousness inside him was quickly growing. The Crowning Ceremony was scheduled for tomorrow morning. The reason for that was so Quintin could inform his father of his title of being King was being transferred over to him.
The only threat to the Kingdom and his chances of being crowned the new King was the War and the Resistance; mainly his mother Mileena. He and the Guards were on constant high alert. Expecting the unexpected was how thry could stay in the game; the War. Patrols were put outside of the Kingdom, constantly doing their rounds. Life within the borders of the Kingdom was normal. What was going on in the War event-wise, was kept hush from the blockheads. The last thing Quintin or Miraz ever wanted was a rebellion. The family has been in power for over 120 years, with roots dating as far back as 1,000 years ago. Yeah, I know, along time!
"I only want what's best for my people," Quintin said as he briefly looked over to his right at the mysterious blockhead walking next to him. "I want to keep them safe."
"But…," the female blockhead mumbled as she slowly turned her head over to her left, looking over at him. "You want something more. What is it?"
Quintin frowned and lowered his eyebrows. He side-glanced her without turning his head. He was confused on what she meant by that. The safety and future of the Kingdom was all he wanted…or so he thought. Now that she mentioned it, there was something else that he craved. Something more important to him than it was to his people.
"I know there's something," she mumbled to him in a sinister, mumbling tone of voice, "I can sense it. What is it!"
Quintin and the female blockhead stopped walking once they reached the front of the main aisle. They were both now standing only a couple of blocks from the King's Chair. There were two guards standing by the double-doors coming in. If anyone tried to commit a treasonous act, or put harm to the future King, the guards would be there to stop them before they even got a chance.
"I want–I want," he began saying.
"Yes…yes," the blockhead whispered as she a sinister looking smile appeared on her face.
"I want to change–," Quintin said.
"Yes," she whispered back, anxiously awaiting for him to tell her what it was he desired.
"I want to live forever," he told her, "I want to be King forever."
The female blockhead sighed and slapped her forehead with her hand. She shook her head, then looking back up and over at him. To be honest, she was quite disappointed with his answer. She was under the assumption that he wanted something more than just being King forever. But she did have something to say; something he wasn't going to like the sounds of.
"Well that certainly wouldn't be my desire, that's for sure," she told him. Quintin quickly turned his head over to his right and frowned at her. He tilted his head.
"What's wrong with me wanting to live forever? To be King forever?" He asked.
She laughed with her mouth closed, shaking her head again. Just her laugh gave him the chills. But no matter how intimidating or scary she appeared, Quintin wasn't afraid of her. Showing her that he wasn't scared was important to him. Who knows what she could do to him, what she's capable of.
"It's not so much living forever dear," she began explaining to him, "it's a matter of how and where you're going to live the rest of your life."
Quintin was trying his best to not let his looming anger overcome him. Ever since she directed him to drink the potion, he's been somewhat grateful towards her. She knew what the potion was and what it would do to him. Yes he drank it, but he had no idea what it would do to him. All Quintin could do now was wait. Wait for the effects of the potion to kick in. To be frank, he was nervous and excited in ways no one else would ever understand.
"What do you mean?" He asked. She chuckled and shook her head.
"Don't ask questions you don't want the answers to, dear," she said, "just trust me. I wouldn't have told you to drink that potion if I didn't know what I was doing."
"Trust you?" Quintin questioned, "I barely even know you. Your name, what you look like. I know you're a female blockead by the sounds of your voice."
The female blockhead sighed and raised her hands up to grab her black hood. He slowly slid her hood back, revealing her face. Quintin looked over at her and began examining her face. She had long brown hair, a scar on her right cheek, and had all black eyes. Kind of creepy if you ask me. Who was she? Why are her eyes like that?
"Nightmare," she stated in an irritated tone, "but call me Nora."
"It's about time you revealed yourself," Quintin responded.
"I'm from another dimension," she said.
"Another dimension?" Quintin asked, "how–what? Wait a second, I'm confused."
"Where I come from, the sun never shines," Nora explained, "I'm only helping you in exchange for a favor."
"Of course, anything," Quintin said.
"All I ask in return is that you return—," Nora was saying as she was interrupted by repeated whisping sounds. Quintin turned around to see what had made those sounds.
What he saw was his father Miraz. Accompanying him were eight other creatures. They all looked the same. Quintin recognized what those things were. He recalled running into one earlier when he had confronted his father about his secrecy.
"Father!" Quintin said as he rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, "I see you're building quite an army. But, and I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you're still outnumbered."
"So you think," Miraz responded, "I don't need a massive army. If it weren't for your mother, we wouldn't be here talking now."
Quintin rolled his eyes again and sighed heavily. He began patting his forehead with his hand as he briefly looked away from his father.
"Don't you dare bring my mother into this," he said, "she didn't know the medicine she gave you would do this to you. You've changed. You're not the father I knew yesterday."
Miraz took a couple of steps forward, with his Endermen doing the same. Quintin realized how loyal and protective they were over Miraz. Interesting.
"Kill him," Nora said into his left ear.
No one but Quintin could see her. Not Miraz and his Endermen, or even the guards themselves. He didn't think much of it. But that thought was on his mind now that he thought of it. Quintin side-glanced Nora. He didn't say anything. Doing so would make his father curious and skeptical.
He shook his head and then looked back over at Miraz. Miraz squinted his eyes as he began patting his chin.
"Have you gone mad, my son?" Miraz asked Quintin as he took another three steps forward. Quintin reached behind his back. Feeling around in his inventory, he then pulled out a crossbow and an arrow.
"Have I gone mad?" Quintin repeated the question, "The real question is: have you gone mad? I mean…look at you."
Miraz sighed as he unfolded his arms and looked down at his body. His hands and arms particularly. Even he still didn't know what he was. But he could care less about that. The power and strength he now has is unparalleled to what he felt like powerless. Of course he's changed. You can thank Mileena for this.
"Don't get so mad," Miraz said, "word quickly spread that the Kingdom was appointing a new King; another leader figure. My son, backstabbing me? Rejecting me for who I am? I'm disappointed in you son."
"Does it look like I give a damn?" Quintin shouted.
"Now, now dear," Nora said from behind him, setting her hand down on his shoulder, "don't want to make enemies before your big day, now do we?" Nora asked.
"Don't care," Quintin said to Nora. Miraz tilted his head slightly, watching his son talk to nothing but air. He was suspicious. Is someone else here too? Maybe they're invisible?
"And he accused me of going mad," Miraz said as he turned around to look up at his Endermen, "we're wasting our time. We still have an army to build."
Repeated whisping sounds were heard, attracting the attention of Quintin once more. Right as he turned his head, Miraz and his Endermen had disappeared.
"I think you've just created your first enemy," Nora said, "good job."
Quintin turned his head to look over at her, lowering his eyebrows and rolling his eyes. As much as he wanted to deliver revenge to his father, he simply couldn't. Now that he was gone, Quintin and Nora could continue conversing while overlooking the King's Chair.
"Now about that favor," Nora said, "set me free. This is all I ask of you."
Quintin silently and mentally thought to himself for a moment. How was he possibly going to do that? Hmm…
"Well?" Nora questioned, "what are you waiting for? Set me free. Together, the two of us can dominate the OverWorld for all eternity. With our powers combined, we'll be unstoppable."
"I'm not going to do that," Quintin stated, "but I am extremely grateful you've helped me thus far. No need to stick around."
"You're joking, right?" Nora questioned.
"Nope."
"How dare you! We had a deal. I help you, you set me free," Nora reminded, "backstabber!"
"Goodbye," he said as he turned around and began walking up the center aisle to the doors. Nora watched him abandon her like that. As much as she wanted vengeance, she couldn't do much without her physical body being present.
"Better watch your back," Nora said, "It's too bad you won't win the War. But your punishment will be a What a disappointment you are. We could've ruled the OverWorld together. But I guess you had other plans," Nora mumbled quietly to herself.