The Sapling King Ch1

The sound of birds sang throughout the area, someone joining in with the song. Both bird and boy sang in harmony.
The song awoke the boy's friend, a sixteen year old with an almost black hoodie, blue jeans, grey shoes, scruffy chesnut coloured hair and light brown eyes.
The boy's friend was a man in his early twenties, with scruffy blonde hair which was kept from his eyes with a black bandana, light blue eyes, a green shirt with a dark green symbol on it, blue shorts and sandles. He smiled warmly at the boy, stopping his song.
"How did yah' sleep?" He asked.
"Fine." Toby replied, yawning slightly."I was awoken to the sound of singing, wonder who it was!"
"I wonder." Martyn smiled, the birds flying away.
Toby laughed softly then walked over to the chests and opened one. He shifted a few supplies, looking at what they had. He looked at each chest then looked at Martyn.
"I'll go mining, how about you get wood and check the farm?" He suggested."We are running low on wood and a few more ores shouldnt hurt."
Martyn sighed. He didnt want to hurt the trees but he could just replant the saplings couldnt he?
"Alright..Be careful okay?" He asked which caused Toby to poke his tounge out at him.
"Of course im not a little kid anymore!" He laughed then grabbed his pickaxe and trusty sapphire sword. He went down into mineshaft, leaving Martyn standing in their camp.
The blonde sighed then grabbed an axe and walked into the forest.
The trees swayed in the gentle wind, some leaves often leaving the safety of the branches and crashing onto the forest floor. Martyn looked around the area, looking for a good tree to cut down.
"Excuse me sir." He spoke walking towards one of the many trees."Would you mind if I cut you down?"
Talking to a tree would be rather crazy for anyone, even Martyn had it not been for who he was. Martyn had been born to a very special title known as The Sapling King. It was a huge honor for anyone who got it but Martyn didnt feel any more special than anyone else.
Infact to him his gift was more of a burden than anything else.
You see, the reason he was talking to the tree was it was rather rude to just cut down something you controlled without asking first! One of the Sapling King's powers was that the bearer could speak to all plantlife and control them, this included trees.
"That is fine King.." The tree whistled in reply.
Martyn smiled softly then began to cut the tree down, apoligising every so often. Soon he had cut the tree down, leaving a rather lonely space.
It didnt need to be lonely anymore.
Martyn lifted one of the saplings he had obtained from cutting the tree down and planted it with great care where the tree once stood. He took a few steps back and lifted his free hand that did not hold the axe. His hand began to shine with various green magical particales which caused the sapling tree to do so. He dropped his axe, the other hand beginning to glow.
He moved his hands down then brought them up rather quickly as his eyes shone with the same kind of magic. The sapling shone brighter and as the boy contuined this actions, upon the third the sapling grew into a tall tree.
Martyn smiled in victory and lifted up his axe. He hummed faintly. Noone knew that he possesed these powers, noone not even Toby. He didnt wish to put him in more danger than he already was by knowing him. He had heard a legend that one day a great evil would possess him and force him to attack those he cared with all of his heart.
Sometimes when Toby left to go mining, Martyn found himself walking deeper into the forest seeking coversation with the trees. They had conversations, but his nightmare of killing everyone would always come back.
Martyn sighed then made his way back to the farm. He looked in, deciding to use a little bit of their wheat to breed some of the cows. He walked back to InTheLittleCorp, opening a nearby chest and tossing the wood in.
He leaned against a tree, eyes shut. He listened to the quiet bird song, the sounds calming him down.

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Deep within the Nether, a castle made by the finest materials stood tall in its pride.
Around the center of the castle, a man sat. Ruffled chestnut brown hair that fell over his white glowing eyes, his ocean blue shirt stained ruby by the blood of his enemies. He stared into a crystal ball, watching the boy in the forest.
He looked at an albino Creeper in robes who stood near him.
"What is it Herobrine?" He asked, eyes narrowed.
"I know of whom that hag talked about in the prohecy." He smirked.
"The one of the King?" The Creeper asked, ruby eyes showing suprise.
"Yes." Herobrine replied."If you might, gather up an army. A small group, we are only going after two boys!"
"Alright, where to?" The Creeper asked, not taking kindly to being ordered.
"To IntheLittleCorp." Herobrine replied."You can order a minion to lead it."
"Alright, what shall they be ordered to do?" He asked.
"Israphel, I thought you would understand." Herobrine sighed, looking at Israphel. His smirked widning."Capture the blonde, kill the brunette. Make sure to do it infront of the blonde as well."
Israphel laughed then walked off.
"Get ready for a show!" He called.
Herobrine grinned then looked back at his 'show'. His smirk faded as he watched, if this failed more plans would need to be struck. After all it wasnt long until he found out.
It could be the death of them.