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If you guys enjoyed the last ending more, then think of that as the official ending! If you enjoy this one more, think of this one as the continuation to an alternative side of it I guess. Enjoy!~
Exza~ x

"You understand what you have to do?"
"I'll have it done by nightfall." and with that, the spaceman stood, and walked back through the big wooden doors. A want for bloodlust coursed through his veins, the only thing that kept him moving towards Honeydew's room. If that lust wasn't there, he probably would have crumpled up outside the throne room, his legs feeling weak. But no, the want for blood was always there, it's what kept him fighting... It's what made him enjoy killing. He stalked to Honeydew's room slowly, for there was no rush.
He continued to the room, unheeding his trusted diamond sword from its sheaf on his back. As he went to open the door, his dwarven friends' voice came from behind.
"Xeph? What are you doing?"
The spaceman slowly turned, looking at his friend and raising his sword slightly, tears as bright as his eyes forming and trailing down his face, splashing onto the floor as everything fell silent.
"Forgive me friend..." Was all he could manage to whisper.

A few seocnds later, the diamond of the sword rickashade around the silent corridor as it fell, hard, onto the floor. Xephos stood, gripping at the handle still, crying. Honeydew stood with his arms held up in front of his face, hoping to protect himself. He slowly looked up at the loud clank, seeing his friend.
"I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry..." Xephos kept repeating, his body still bent down, gripping at his sword handle, it still implanted in the carpet. "I'm... I'm..." He choked out before breaking down into tears even more. "I didn't want to... I don't want to..." He sobbed.
The dwarf stood for a moment, attempting to figure out what had happened. His friend hadn't cried in years, since they first started killing people. Since then the guilt had almost completely disappeared. After a few more seconds, he slowly brought his hand forward, and gently took the sword away from his friend.
Placing it to one side, he then walked back to the spaceman, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Xeph... Why...?" Was all he could ask.
The spaceman sniffled a few times and then looked up, somewhat more composed than before. Honeydew didn't know what to expect at the moment, but stood, waiting for an answer. The spaceman slowly gripped his sword once again round the hilt, slowly pulling it back over to him.
"Run..."
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"So you did it then?" Lysander asked, looking up at the figure that had walked into the room, his hands and head bound in stocks in the dreary, dark cellar. The room was only accessible down a thin, spiralling staircase, wet from mildew. This was the dungeon. One of the dungeons. Where their greatest foes, the ones who fought back more violently than others, were kept.
"How do you know about that..." The brunette asked, darkly, stepping into the one beam of light that protruded the room through a grate in the ceiling. The light from one of the fog lamps outside, daytime was yet to come.
"You master came down here, talking to himself like usual, figured I was asleep..." Lysander answered.
"Do not call him my 'master'. We are equal. 'Master' sounds like I'm his pet or something. I have done more fighting than he has, I have risked more and I have lost more... I am no dog." Xephos answered, walking over.
"You've been crying..." Lysander pointed out, noticing the tear stains down his pale cheeks, the redness around his eyes, the slight quiver in his voice. Xephos hissed and stood back again.
"So? Because I kill doesn't mean I don't feel remorse for those I love...?" He asked. For the first time, the Skylord was beginning to see the morality in the assassin.
"You did not enjoy killing your friend...?"
"What do you think?!" He walked forward, gripping the Skylord by the hair. "How would you feel, having to look into your best friends eyes as your sword struck him?" He asked, tears threatening to cascade once more from his sore eyes. He closed them for a moment, gritting his teeth. He let go and stood back, turning away from the Skylord.
"Why come here? You seem unwilling to actually hurt me. What do you want from me if not to torture me?" Lysander asked, acid in his voice.
"The carny woman... the smoker... potion maker, voodoo lady. Whoever she was..." He started, pacing back and forth slowly in front of the Skylord, knowing her name in his head.
"Madam Nubescu..." He said sadly, looking down.
"Her tent... when we were raiding it, Honeydew... stayed above. I... went down... into her chamber. Full of tacky things, trinkets and such... however..." Xephos said, his thoughts sorting themselves into words.
"Yes... I am listening..." Lysander stated, interested in what the spaceman was saying.
"...The walls..."
"The... walls?" The Skylord was confused. But then remembered. The prophecy...
"Pictures... she had ancient looking pictures. An enderdragon... Israphel... his army... But not me and Honeydew. We were not by his side..." He continued, turning and walking slowly over. Seeming less menacing than usual. "Instead... We were over the other side of the room, the other side of the drawings... with an older man... a Skylord... we were not on his side. I was... confused..."
"I can imagine..." The Skylord said, realising what the spaceman had found. His true course.
"I didn't know what to think... but then, I began looking through her files. Her notes, parchments, anything I could find, while Honeydew raided the rest of the tents and cleared to sand..."
"And what you found...?"
"An... alternate... side of the story I suppose." The spaceman stated. "I took what I could when I heard Honeydew shouting me... and... I took the pages and parchment and books back to my room. There... I got them into the best order I could... And..." He looked down.
"Continue." Lysander encouraged, wanting to know.
"Skylord... who am I..." Xephos asked. "This... this.. 'Prophecy'... cannot be correct. I am Xephos, the conqueror, the killer... the assassin." He looked down, confused as to who he was. "I lost my memory... when I came to Minecraftia... I wasn't born here. These are proof of that." He pointed to his eyes and ears. "I thought I'd finally figured out who I was... but then!" He turned and flipped over the old table that sat next to the Skylord. "I FIND THIS OUT!" he stormed over, leaning down and gripping the Skylord round the neck. "WHO AM I?!... who am I... Tell me... I... I need to know." He backed up a little, letting go of him.
"You... are Xephos... the hero..." Lysander breathed. "As old lore goes... two hero's, one of darkness, space... and one of light, cast from his home, ventured the world. They fought against foes, all to find the girl that Israphel had captured. Israphel was a monster! He wanted to take over his village, the world! He managed to find a way to corrupt the sand! The village he came from... cast him out. Chased him through a nether portal. He wasn't able to return. The hero's, unleashed him unknowingly back onto the world."
Xephos thought back to when they had built the nether portal, and a few days later Israphel had turned up. What the Skylord was saying fit the lore and prophecy on the parchment as well.
"They ventured around, after being attacked by the pale skinned man."
Not exactly. Israphel had attacked them at first, but Honeydew had bargained with him. Israphel became their... 'Friend'. Had he actually deceived them...?
"They found the village he had come from, and a man named... Peculier."
"The old man in the tavern." Xephos spoke up. "I remember all of their names... all of them." He said sorrowfully.
"Israphel, stole Daisy, the girl-"
"The blacksmith..." Xephos said, placing a hand to his head. "This cannot be true!" He started to get angry.
"It is! The hero's ventured to Mistral City! They met a Skylord... me! They helped care for Peculiar when he got sick! They met Fumblemore the wizard, they fought countless people, pirates, zombie dwarves, they befriended most of the carnies! They stopped the wall from falling, they ventured Skyhold! They saved the dwarves, the Skylords, they save everyone from the darkness!"
"YOU'RE LYING!" Xephos exploded in rage, but didn't raise a hand to the Skylord, thought tears rolled from his eyes.
"I remember it both ways spaceman! I have both realities in my head! I met you, I met both of you! I met Honeydew! You didn't kill him! You rescued him! You didn't kill your best friend because of what some evil mad man brainwashed you into doing!" Lysander shouted.
He braced himself, expecting a beating, but none came. Instead, the spaceman, who had stood strong before, broke down, curling up on the floor, pressing his hands to his eyes, sobbing into them.
"Spaceman... You can remember it too... I know you can! You are not a villain! You're not the assassin! You're the hero! You can stop all of this madness! You can't bring back the people you've killed but you can bring back the light!"
Xephos seemed to be still for a moment. A silent moment, lasting what felt like a lifetime. But, once that moment was up, he picked himself up off the floor, heavy with guilt, and walked over to the Skylord, a small silver key in his gloved hand. He undid his chains, freeing him. He stood tall once again. "We must go." He stated, composed once again. "Honeydew... will be waiting for us."
"Spaceman..."
"Xephos."
"Xephos... Honeydew... he is... dead, you... killed him..." Lysander stated.
"...No..." Xephos said, turning and walking over to the stairs. "Israphel will be having his dinner right now. We can get to the walkway without having to go near him." He stated, walking up the stairs, the Skylord struggling to keep up.
"Xephos!" He whispered. "What do you mean you didn't kill Honeydew?!"
Xephos turned back to him. "I almost did..."
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"Run..."
Honeydew stood for a moment, not knowing what to do, as the spaceman gripped his sword again.
"JUST RUN!" he shouted at him, gripping it harder, raising it slightly. The dwarf took a second before taking a few steps back, looked at his friend.
"Xeph..."
"To the old portal... the one in the desert... near the metal man... Go... run... wait for me there... When the moon is at the highest point... I will be there..." The spaceman said.
The dwarf nodded, and took another few steps back before turning and running as fast as he could away, down the corridor and outside.
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"You spared him...?" Lysander asked. "I have to say Xephos... I misjudged you... I am sorry."
"There is no time for that. I apologise for killing your friends and torturing you. Now come. It will be high moon shortly. I do not want to leave Honeydew waiting. The patrol comes round not long afterwards."
And with that, they slowly emerged from the door, checking the coast, and made their way through the castle under Xephos' instructions.
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Honeydew shook in the cold. The castle was a lot snugger than the outside. Sand whipped around his feet as he stood next to the broken portal, waiting for the spaceman and whatever plan he had. He sighed, holding himself in his arms to try and protect his bare top half from the cold winds. Looking up, the sky was dark, but a few stars remained, that could be seen from the darkness of the world. They had ruined the world. He sat down on the obsidian that made the half broken portal, sighing and waiting for the spaceman. The moon half way through the sky.
"Thank you friend..." The spaceman's' voice came from behind. The dwarf turned and ran over, jumping up to the spaceman and capturing him in a bear hug. "Woah! Honeydew... I am sorry for what I did."
Honeydew looked up from his friend to Lysander, and back to his friend, a smile on his face. "It's alright friend, you didn't know... neither of us did."
"I found a prophecy... in the tent of that woman... Lysander has filled me in on everything... I can... remember... the other world. What it would have been like if we hadn't let Israphel trick us." Xephos stated. "We must find a way to make it right... To make everything how it should be again. We must fix the world, and bring back everyone we wronged. Well... I wronged."
"Xeph-"
"And then... when I die, I will atone for my sins on this world and it's inhabitants... I'll pay for what I did and for what I made you do..."
"No, Xeph, you didn't know..."
"But first." He unsheathed his sword. "We must make Israphel pay. For all he's done. Banishing him to the nether will not work. This time." He ran his hand across the pristine blade, looking at his own reflection. "I'm going to kill him."
Honeydew stood for a moment, before hugging his friend again. "And I'll be with you every step of the way." He smiled again. "We'll get that bugga!" He giggled.
"I do not know how much help I will be to the both of you, but with my sword back, I will do the best i can to make things how they should be." Lysander stated, holding his iron sword.
Xephos nodded to him. "Well. I bought the obsidian." He stated, pulling some obsidian from the small pack on his leg. "And, from what I've noticed... This timeline... is a wormhole... a paradox... In the other world..."
"Xephos. I am sorry to interrupt, but you mustn't say it. Otherwise, if we do manage to get back to the other world. It may actually happen. The prophecy doesn't have to be completely true." Lysander interrupted.
"This world already has one paradox in it. I didn't kill you Honeydew. I was not supposed to defy Israphel. I was supposed to kill you in this timeline and rule alongside Israphel. I have defied that. If we can kill Israphel... the paradox... should... take us back to where we belong. I remember. I'm from space, I remember some things now and again, and this is one of them. The idea of paradoxes and how they work... this should work."
"I trust you Xeph." Honeydew stated.
"Now, enough talk, we must hurry before the patrol comes around." Lysander stated.
"I'm on it." Xephos said, pulling up the obsidian and building up the rest of the portal. "Just enough..." He said once he was done, and pulled his trusty flint and steal, unclipping it from his belt, and lit the centre. The corners and edges glowed purple, which fizzled and cracked, and spread across the centre, a large, airy 'WHIZP'ing sound came from it. "Here we go..." He breathed. "Changing time... Changing history..." He stared into the portal.
Suddenly, he felt something touch his arm, and looked down to see the dwarf next to him. They both smiled.
"STOP THEM!" they heard someone shout from behind. Israphel...
"Quick, go!" Xephos said, pulling his bow from his back and resting it on his arm-pad. Honeydew let the Skylord go first, and then turned to look at Xephos once again, before turning and jumping through the portal.
"Hurry Xeph!" His voice faded away as he was sent to the other dimension.
Xephos pulled an arrow from his quiver, Placing it into his bow as Israphel and his minions slowly approached. "I was taken from my home by you... Tormented by killing... but you forget to see one thing..." He held his bow in his hand, looking at his once friend approaching. "Time... can be changed..." He gripped the bow tighter, resting his other hand across the string. "And you made yourself a perfect weapon..."
Israphel was right in front of him now. "Xephos... what do you think you are doing...?" Israphel asked, smiling sinisterly. "Come back Xeph... we can rule together... me and you."
"I'm not your dog... I'm your experiment... but guess what Israphel."
The pale skinned man raised an angry eyebrow at the spaceman.
"Your killing machine... your experiment... went wrong." And with that, the spaceman jumped back through the portal, raising his bow as he landed on his back on the hot floor, and fired at the TNT that he had left on the other side the last time he had been here, just in case. It exploded, the portal taken out. He sighed, lowering his bow again and rubbing his eyes with his hands. Honeydew hugged him.
"It's ok friend... We're ok... for now..."

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If you guys enjoyed the last ending more, then think of that as the official ending! If you enjoy this one more, think of this one as the continuation to an alternative side of it I guess. Enjoy!~
Exza~ x

"You understand what you have to do?"
"I'll have it done by nightfall." and with that, the spaceman stood, and walked back through the big wooden doors. A want for bloodlust coursed through his veins, the only thing that kept him moving towards Honeydew's room. If that lust wasn't there, he probably would have crumpled up outside the throne room, his legs feeling weak. But no, the want for blood was always there, it's what kept him fighting... It's what made him enjoy killing. He stalked to Honeydew's room slowly, for there was no rush.
He continued to the room, unheeding his trusted diamond sword from its sheaf on his back. As he went to open the door, his dwarven friends' voice came from behind.
"Xeph? What are you doing?"
The spaceman slowly turned, looking at his friend and raising his sword slightly, tears as bright as his eyes forming and trailing down his face, splashing onto the floor as everything fell silent.
"Forgive me friend..." Was all he could manage to whisper.

A few seocnds later, the diamond of the sword rickashade around the silent corridor as it fell, hard, onto the floor. Xephos stood, gripping at the handle still, crying. Honeydew stood with his arms held up in front of his face, hoping to protect himself. He slowly looked up at the loud clank, seeing his friend.
"I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry..." Xephos kept repeating, his body still bent down, gripping at his sword handle, it still implanted in the carpet. "I'm... I'm..." He choked out before breaking down into tears even more. "I didn't want to... I don't want to..." He sobbed.
The dwarf stood for a moment, attempting to figure out what had happened. His friend hadn't cried in years, since they first started killing people. Since then the guilt had almost completely disappeared. After a few more seconds, he slowly brought his hand forward, and gently took the sword away from his friend.
Placing it to one side, he then walked back to the spaceman, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Xeph... Why...?" Was all he could ask.
The spaceman sniffled a few times and then looked up, somewhat more composed than before. Honeydew didn't know what to expect at the moment, but stood, waiting for an answer. The spaceman slowly gripped his sword once again round the hilt, slowly pulling it back over to him.
"Run..."
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"So you did it then?" Lysander asked, looking up at the figure that had walked into the room, his hands and head bound in stocks in the dreary, dark cellar. The room was only accessible down a thin, spiralling staircase, wet from mildew. This was the dungeon. One of the dungeons. Where their greatest foes, the ones who fought back more violently than others, were kept.
"How do you know about that..." The brunette asked, darkly, stepping into the one beam of light that protruded the room through a grate in the ceiling. The light from one of the fog lamps outside, daytime was yet to come.
"You master came down here, talking to himself like usual, figured I was asleep..." Lysander answered.
"Do not call him my 'master'. We are equal. 'Master' sounds like I'm his pet or something. I have done more fighting than he has, I have risked more and I have lost more... I am no dog." Xephos answered, walking over.
"You've been crying..." Lysander pointed out, noticing the tear stains down his pale cheeks, the redness around his eyes, the slight quiver in his voice. Xephos hissed and stood back again.
"So? Because I kill doesn't mean I don't feel remorse for those I love...?" He asked. For the first time, the Skylord was beginning to see the morality in the assassin.
"You did not enjoy killing your friend...?"
"What do you think?!" He walked forward, gripping the Skylord by the hair. "How would you feel, having to look into your best friends eyes as your sword struck him?" He asked, tears threatening to cascade once more from his sore eyes. He closed them for a moment, gritting his teeth. He let go and stood back, turning away from the Skylord.
"Why come here? You seem unwilling to actually hurt me. What do you want from me if not to torture me?" Lysander asked, acid in his voice.
"The carny woman... the smoker... potion maker, voodoo lady. Whoever she was..." He started, pacing back and forth slowly in front of the Skylord, knowing her name in his head.
"Madam Nubescu..." He said sadly, looking down.
"Her tent... when we were raiding it, Honeydew... stayed above. I... went down... into her chamber. Full of tacky things, trinkets and such... however..." Xephos said, his thoughts sorting themselves into words.
"Yes... I am listening..." Lysander stated, interested in what the spaceman was saying.
"...The walls..."
"The... walls?" The Skylord was confused. But then remembered. The prophecy...
"Pictures... she had ancient looking pictures. An enderdragon... Israphel... his army... But not me and Honeydew. We were not by his side..." He continued, turning and walking slowly over. Seeming less menacing than usual. "Instead... We were over the other side of the room, the other side of the drawings... with an older man... a Skylord... we were not on his side. I was... confused..."
"I can imagine..." The Skylord said, realising what the spaceman had found. His true course.
"I didn't know what to think... but then, I began looking through her files. Her notes, parchments, anything I could find, while Honeydew raided the rest of the tents and cleared to sand..."
"And what you found...?"
"An... alternate... side of the story I suppose." The spaceman stated. "I took what I could when I heard Honeydew shouting me... and... I took the pages and parchment and books back to my room. There... I got them into the best order I could... And..." He looked down.
"Continue." Lysander encouraged, wanting to know.
"Skylord... who am I..." Xephos asked. "This... this.. 'Prophecy'... cannot be correct. I am Xephos, the conqueror, the killer... the assassin." He looked down, confused as to who he was. "I lost my memory... when I came to Minecraftia... I wasn't born here. These are proof of that." He pointed to his eyes and ears. "I thought I'd finally figured out who I was... but then!" He turned and flipped over the old table that sat next to the Skylord. "I FIND THIS OUT!" he stormed over, leaning down and gripping the Skylord round the neck. "WHO AM I?!... who am I... Tell me... I... I need to know." He backed up a little, letting go of him.
"You... are Xephos... the hero..." Lysander breathed. "As old lore goes... two hero's, one of darkness, space... and one of light, cast from his home, ventured the world. They fought against foes, all to find the girl that Israphel had captured. Israphel was a monster! He wanted to take over his village, the world! He managed to find a way to corrupt the sand! The village he came from... cast him out. Chased him through a nether portal. He wasn't able to return. The hero's, unleashed him unknowingly back onto the world."
Xephos thought back to when they had built the nether portal, and a few days later Israphel had turned up. What the Skylord was saying fit the lore and prophecy on the parchment as well.
"They ventured around, after being attacked by the pale skinned man."
Not exactly. Israphel had attacked them at first, but Honeydew had bargained with him. Israphel became their... 'Friend'. Had he actually deceived them...?
"They found the village he had come from, and a man named... Peculier."
"The old man in the tavern." Xephos spoke up. "I remember all of their names... all of them." He said sorrowfully.
"Israphel, stole Daisy, the girl-"
"The blacksmith..." Xephos said, placing a hand to his head. "This cannot be true!" He started to get angry.
"It is! The hero's ventured to Mistral City! They met a Skylord... me! They helped care for Peculiar when he got sick! They met Fumblemore the wizard, they fought countless people, pirates, zombie dwarves, they befriended most of the carnies! They stopped the wall from falling, they ventured Skyhold! They saved the dwarves, the Skylords, they save everyone from the darkness!"
"YOU'RE LYING!" Xephos exploded in rage, but didn't raise a hand to the Skylord, thought tears rolled from his eyes.
"I remember it both ways spaceman! I have both realities in my head! I met you, I met both of you! I met Honeydew! You didn't kill him! You rescued him! You didn't kill your best friend because of what some evil mad man brainwashed you into doing!" Lysander shouted.
He braced himself, expecting a beating, but none came. Instead, the spaceman, who had stood strong before, broke down, curling up on the floor, pressing his hands to his eyes, sobbing into them.
"Spaceman... You can remember it too... I know you can! You are not a villain! You're not the assassin! You're the hero! You can stop all of this madness! You can't bring back the people you've killed but you can bring back the light!"
Xephos seemed to be still for a moment. A silent moment, lasting what felt like a lifetime. But, once that moment was up, he picked himself up off the floor, heavy with guilt, and walked over to the Skylord, a small silver key in his gloved hand. He undid his chains, freeing him. He stood tall once again. "We must go." He stated, composed once again. "Honeydew... will be waiting for us."
"Spaceman..."
"Xephos."
"Xephos... Honeydew... he is... dead, you... killed him..." Lysander stated.
"...No..." Xephos said, turning and walking over to the stairs. "Israphel will be having his dinner right now. We can get to the walkway without having to go near him." He stated, walking up the stairs, the Skylord struggling to keep up.
"Xephos!" He whispered. "What do you mean you didn't kill Honeydew?!"
Xephos turned back to him. "I almost did..."
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"Run..."
Honeydew stood for a moment, not knowing what to do, as the spaceman gripped his sword again.
"JUST RUN!" he shouted at him, gripping it harder, raising it slightly. The dwarf took a second before taking a few steps back, looked at his friend.
"Xeph..."
"To the old portal... the one in the desert... near the metal man... Go... run... wait for me there... When the moon is at the highest point... I will be there..." The spaceman said.
The dwarf nodded, and took another few steps back before turning and running as fast as he could away, down the corridor and outside.
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"You spared him...?" Lysander asked. "I have to say Xephos... I misjudged you... I am sorry."
"There is no time for that. I apologise for killing your friends and torturing you. Now come. It will be high moon shortly. I do not want to leave Honeydew waiting. The patrol comes round not long afterwards."
And with that, they slowly emerged from the door, checking the coast, and made their way through the castle under Xephos' instructions.
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Honeydew shook in the cold. The castle was a lot snugger than the outside. Sand whipped around his feet as he stood next to the broken portal, waiting for the spaceman and whatever plan he had. He sighed, holding himself in his arms to try and protect his bare top half from the cold winds. Looking up, the sky was dark, but a few stars remained, that could be seen from the darkness of the world. They had ruined the world. He sat down on the obsidian that made the half broken portal, sighing and waiting for the spaceman. The moon half way through the sky.
"Thank you friend..." The spaceman's' voice came from behind. The dwarf turned and ran over, jumping up to the spaceman and capturing him in a bear hug. "Woah! Honeydew... I am sorry for what I did."
Honeydew looked up from his friend to Lysander, and back to his friend, a smile on his face. "It's alright friend, you didn't know... neither of us did."
"I found a prophecy... in the tent of that woman... Lysander has filled me in on everything... I can... remember... the other world. What it would have been like if we hadn't let Israphel trick us." Xephos stated. "We must find a way to make it right... To make everything how it should be again. We must fix the world, and bring back everyone we wronged. Well... I wronged."
"Xeph-"
"And then... when I die, I will atone for my sins on this world and it's inhabitants... I'll pay for what I did and for what I made you do..."
"No, Xeph, you didn't know..."
"But first." He unsheathed his sword. "We must make Israphel pay. For all he's done. Banishing him to the nether will not work. This time." He ran his hand across the pristine blade, looking at his own reflection. "I'm going to kill him."
Honeydew stood for a moment, before hugging his friend again. "And I'll be with you every step of the way." He smiled again. "We'll get that bugga!" He giggled.
"I do not know how much help I will be to the both of you, but with my sword back, I will do the best i can to make things how they should be." Lysander stated, holding his iron sword.
Xephos nodded to him. "Well. I bought the obsidian." He stated, pulling some obsidian from the small pack on his leg. "And, from what I've noticed... This timeline... is a wormhole... a paradox... In the other world..."
"Xephos. I am sorry to interrupt, but you mustn't say it. Otherwise, if we do manage to get back to the other world. It may actually happen. The prophecy doesn't have to be completely true." Lysander interrupted.
"This world already has one paradox in it. I didn't kill you Honeydew. I was not supposed to defy Israphel. I was supposed to kill you in this timeline and rule alongside Israphel. I have defied that. If we can kill Israphel... the paradox... should... take us back to where we belong. I remember. I'm from space, I remember some things now and again, and this is one of them. The idea of paradoxes and how they work... this should work."
"I trust you Xeph." Honeydew stated.
"Now, enough talk, we must hurry before the patrol comes around." Lysander stated.
"I'm on it." Xephos said, pulling up the obsidian and building up the rest of the portal. "Just enough..." He said once he was done, and pulled his trusty flint and steal, unclipping it from his belt, and lit the centre. The corners and edges glowed purple, which fizzled and cracked, and spread across the centre, a large, airy 'WHIZP'ing sound came from it. "Here we go..." He breathed. "Changing time... Changing history..." He stared into the portal.
Suddenly, he felt something touch his arm, and looked down to see the dwarf next to him. They both smiled.
"STOP THEM!" they heard someone shout from behind. Israphel...
"Quick, go!" Xephos said, pulling his bow from his back and resting it on his arm-pad. Honeydew let the Skylord go first, and then turned to look at Xephos once again, before turning and jumping through the portal.
"Hurry Xeph!" His voice faded away as he was sent to the other dimension.
Xephos pulled an arrow from his quiver, Placing it into his bow as Israphel and his minions slowly approached. "I was taken from my home by you... Tormented by killing... but you forget to see one thing..." He held his bow in his hand, looking at his once friend approaching. "Time... can be changed..." He gripped the bow tighter, resting his other hand across the string. "And you made yourself a perfect weapon..."
Israphel was right in front of him now. "Xephos... what do you think you are doing...?" Israphel asked, smiling sinisterly. "Come back Xeph... we can rule together... me and you."
"I'm not your dog... I'm your experiment... but guess what Israphel."
The pale skinned man raised an angry eyebrow at the spaceman.
"Your killing machine... your experiment... went wrong." And with that, the spaceman jumped back through the portal, raising his bow as he landed on his back on the hot floor, and fired at the TNT that he had left on the other side the last time he had been here, just in case. It exploded, the portal taken out. He sighed, lowering his bow again and rubbing his eyes with his hands. Honeydew hugged him.
"It's ok friend... We're ok... for now..."