A large room sits before me. The walls are made of obsidian, a material that I actually recognize, for one of the first times since I set foot in this fortress.

Inside are shelves. Each one holds a different weapon, all made with at least a little gold, and none are enchanted. Doors line the walls, and I can sense redstone channeling them. At the flip of a switch, each one will open.

I'm insane. Definitely insane. The son of a world’s greatest enemy has arrived. He is disguised as normal, and living at the base of the world’s biggest kingdom. About to become a general.

Mother of Brine, I would be so dead if they ever find out. So, I guess they never will. When this training begins, I will not use any magic. I am now a magicless, fatherless, homeless man, with normal everything and some impressive combat skills.

I'm Adam, not Sky. And It's going to stay that way.

“Alright Adam.” A voice echoes around the room. Startled, I whip around and search for the source.

“Woah! It's a speaker, it's okay! It allows you to hear me, even if I'm not in the room.”

“J-Jason?” I ask. Taking a deep breath and calming down.

“The one and only. Now, pick a weapon. Do you know what they all are?” Jason asks, his voice bouncing off the walls.

I glance at the shelves, and nod. I make my way to them, sizing each one up with nothing but my eyes.

A golden axe, a golden sword, a bow with gold-tipped arrows. A few golden throwing knives, as well as a golden shield. Another sword is on a shelf, far away from the others. It pulls me to it, dragging me further away from the other weapons.

“U-Uh…” Jason stammers over the speakers. “That one's kinda hard. It's enchanted with something, and… Well… The last recruits to try it couldn't even lift it!” He exclaims, his voice booming throughout the spacious room.

Shrugging, I approach it and scan it with my eyes. The hilt is made of glass and copper, with a bright purple gem in the center. The same material as the gem on my neck, right now. It glitters, reflecting sparkling lights off of my amulet and casting them onto the sword.

The sword is gold, but not just gold. It's infused with obsidian, so no wonder normal people can't pick it up. The glimmer of purple is not an enchantment, but simply the faint purple shine of obsidian. Chuckling, I run my hand down the golden blade.

I stop, abruptly taking my finger off.

I want to be normal. Picking up this weapon would destroy that illusion, granting me a unique weapon. Something leaders use. And people with powers. I'm not sure I want either.

But it's drawing me. Without even noticing, my finger had drifted back to the blade. I pull it back again, and watch as it drifts back to the sword. This thing, an inanimate sword, is somehow drawing me to it.

But one thing I've learned about pulls like this, is they usually can't be ignored. The same thing happened when I got my amulet, so many years ago, when I was nothing but a toddler with an evil magic inside me.

Giving up, I wrap my hand around the copper grip. Whispers come through the speakers, leaving me with the assumption that Jason forgot the microphone was still on.

“Holy shit he's gonna try it!” Jason's voice mutters. Another voice joins him.

“You should have told him what it is, first!” The other voice scolds.

“How was I supposed to know he'd try it? He probably won't even be able to lift it!” Jason retaliates.

“I guess. But if he does, you know what that means, right?” The other voice prods.

“Yes, of course I do. Notch beat it into my head so much that-” Jason says, before being cut off.

“Idiot! The Mic is on!”

Their voices are cut off, leaving me to stare at the ceiling with a confused look. Uncle Notch told them things about this sword? Now, that's just another powerful person I'll have to hide from.

But, whatever this sword is, I get the feeling it's meant for me. Notch or no, this sword tells me that it won't give me away. It'll keep my secret, and even help.

I take a firm grip on the handle. Building confidence, I pull it upwards with all my might.

I stumble backwards, surprised by its weight. It's light, as light as a ball or a small rock. Pulling with all my might sends me tripping over my own feet, until I gain a stance on the obsidian floor.

It feels natural. Not like an extension of my arm, but like eating or walking. Something I just know how to do, without being told how to do it. Something I've been doing my whole life, with this exact sword.

But obviously that isn't true, so I give it a few experimental swings. It goes exactly where I want it to, sending a smile to my face. I look up to the ceiling with uncertainty.

“Um… enchantment?” I ask. “Cause it's actually pretty light.” I snicker. “I'm surprised you couldn't lift it, Jason.”

The speaker crackles, turning back on and revealing a flurry of action and different voices.

“Holy shit man! How did he-”

“I can't believe it! What-”

“We have to get him to the-”

“Get the rest of-”

“Gather the team, we have a-”

“Everyone SHUT UP!” Jason's voice interjects, so loud that the speaker crackles again. Sighing, Jason quiets down.

“Adam.” He mutters. “Take the sword, and head the the throne room.”

Then the speaker clicks off.

Confused, I walk to the door. Outside is a very startled looking recruit, with a machine at his mouth. He clicks a button, and talks into it. It gives me the impression of some sort of communication device.

“Code Gold, King Arthur.” He mutters into the device. “I repeat. We have a code Gold, we have a king Arthur.”

The device clicks again, this time letting a few other voices talk.

“Dood, seriously!? Mitch, you hearing this!?” Jerome's voice exclaims.

“I'm hearing it, and everyone else? My Notch, I can't believe it!” Mitch replies.

“I can't either! I'm at the throne room, how's everyone else?” comes Ian's voice.

“Almost there!” Quentin calls through the Mic.

“Merome is on the way.” Two voices chant.

“Standing here with Ian and Seto, over.” Comes Ty’s voice.

“I'm here now.” Jason says finally.

The Mic clicks off, and the guard stops before a large set of doors. I see a blur of red and brown dart down another hallway, supposedly to a side entrance. A blue flash comes around the same way, disappearing into another set of doors.

“W-Walk in t-there, sir.” The guard stammers, bowing slightly and speeding away. I watch him leave with confusion.

He's not a mob, so it wasn't that. But why the sudden bowing and respect? I'm not to keen on going back to being called prince. I'm still ticked off at the whither for that.

Sighing, I slowly push open the large golden door. I push it closed behind me, and turn to reveal everyone from breakfast this morning. Quentin, Jerome, Mitch, Ty, Seto, and Ian, all positioned around a tall, golden chair. I recognize it as a throne, as it's similar to Herobrine's except his is Obsidian and netherrack.

On the throne is a crowned Jason, finally revealing to me that he's King Probst. I'm once again sad and grateful for escaping the duty of killing the sorcerer at his side. I'd hate to revoke the friendship of all of these people. Even if it means pretending to be human, I will continue being their friend.

“Um…” Jason stammers. “It's pretty weird, having this happen after generations.” He finally says.

“What's so special about this thing?” I ask, dangling the sword. I can feel it's pull, and how unique it is. But I want to know why.

“It's the royal sword.” Seto states blandly. “Anyone who picks it up is destined.”

“Destined for what?” I ask obviously. What would the son of a monster be destined for?

Jason moves a hand to the top of his crowned head, a sparkle in his eye.

“To rule.”

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I'm so evil. Okay, anyway, about my question. I only have one reply, and it would be great to get more. If you haven't voted or stated your suggestion, then please go to the last chapter and do so!

Hopefully I can make a decision before the weekend ends. And, on another note, I should have a chapter of "Something's Up." Uploaded later tomorrow.

Keep enjoying my content Martians, love ya!

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