Welcome back everybody to the Minecraft Short Stories Podcast.
This episode today, as you saw by the title, obviously this is
the third part of The Curse of the Wither, which is a story by
Cam Master 6. To listen to this story, I would
recommend listening to the first episode.
The second one also is related the Part 2 that is, but it is
not completely necessary, but it's still a help, so go listen
to those before you listen to this one.
Anyways, this story was submitted through my website
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Anyway, you guys came for this story so let's get right into
it. The Curse of the Wither Part
three story by Cat Master 6. The first thing Steve knows was
the warm red Moss like substance that he was lying on.
The next was the almost unbearable heat and the smell of
brimstone. He pushed himself to his feet
and gasped at the site before him.
Steve was standing on a Cliff covered in red Moss overlooking
a huge lake of rolling lava. Far in the distance.
On the other side of the lake he could see an expanse of dark red
structure. The structure, which Steve
assumed to be another fortress from the Book of Secrets of the
Fortresses, was built on an ash colored Biome with a very jagged
landscape. Examining the area surrounding
the portal he had just come through, Steve realized that he
was in a Crimson forest Biome. The first was full of vegetation
of all sorts of shades of red and most notable of which were
the giant trees or mushrooms. Steve couldn't tell.
As Steve looked again at the fortress, he noticed something
he had before. The bind between it and the
current location was a Soul sand valley.
Yes, Steve said out loud, as he confirmed that the soul sand was
indeed the same block that made-up the statue in the
painting. With that in the fortress, he
was making progress. Without hesitation, Steve starts
to make his way into the valley of dark brown blocks.
As he came over, a rise in the forest encountered a problem.
To reach the valley, Steve needs to wank his way down the Cliff
dotted with lava flows. A sudden sharp wailing broke the
silence, the sound of someone in pure anguish.
Without a second thought, Steve reached for his golden sword,
the one he had acquired at the portal.
The cry came again and Steve cringed at the awful noise.
A thought came to him. Why am I in the forbidden
Nether? He'd remember the painting in
the entire journey here, but the actual reason eluded him.
I need to go back to the no. Steve interrupted himself.
You need to get the Soul sand and wither skulls and just like
that, he remembered. He took a deep breath.
The soul sand is just down the Cliff.
Steve assessed the slope. If he took it 1 short hop at a
time, he would make it to the bottom safely.
Provides he avoid the streams of glowing lava.
After a few dozen seconds of careful climbing, Steve came to
a particularly steep part of the Cliff.
The safest way down that Steve could find was dangerously close
to lava, but he knew he had to risk it.
Just as he resumed his descent, Steve heard again the cry, but
much closer, this time Looking up.
He nearly fell back as he spun an enormous tentacled white cube
floating in the air, had a sad, drooping face and seemed to cry,
tears sizzling and drying up before falling far.
Before Steve could react, it opened its mouth and blasted A
blazing fireball at him with the jolts of fear.
Steve flipped out the way the fire projectile and felt immense
heat on his back as a fireball exploded upon the Cliff that was
behind him. For a moment Steve felt
weightless as he sailed through the air and time seemed to slow
down as he began to fall right a hot agony course through Steve's
body as he landed in the lava flow, his health going down at
alarming rates. Steve crawled out the lava and
onto the Redstone of the Cliff. His health wasn't decreasing as
fast now, but it's still creeping dangerously lower from
the fire that he caught his clothing.
Steve thought widely for a way to save himself, frantically
searching his inventory. Seconds passed and he came up
with nothing. Then, with less than 1/4 of his
health remaining, Steve's hand came across a golden apple from
the root portal. He had as fast as he could
facing, just as itself decreased to nothing more than a sliver.
The fruits region combated the damage from the fire, which went
out a second later. Letting out a shaky sigh of
relief, Steve glanced up. The floating white cube had lost
interest in him and was flying away, still wailing mournfully.
Hello, human. The theory of voice startled
Steve as he was mining the blocks of soul sand.
He looked around and saying nothing, went back to work,
assuming he had imagined it. You might want to talk to me.
Steve looked around still, but saw nothing.
Who's there? Me.
The shadow rose from the dark sand seems to be made out of
smoke, swirling faintly, and its eyes are orbs of piercing blue
light. Steve stepped back, startled.
There's a presence inside your human, the shadow said.
What do you mean? Steve asked, shaken.
The spirit has fogged your mind and bent you to its will.
How do you know? We spirits can sense each other.
However, it is very faint, so I'm assuming he's possessing you
from a location of the Overworld where it cannot reach you as
well. In the Nether, understanding
suddenly came to Steve. It's evil, isn't it?
Yes. The spirit began to pace in a
slow circle around him. He wants to destroy every living
thing in the Overworld, the Nether and the End.
It is an ancient being known as the Wither.
What's the end? Never mind that you're currently
able to think for yourself, correct?
Don't listen to him, said a voice.
And Steve said he's the Evil 1, not me.
I can offer you great power and riches for the time being, Steve
answered through grit of teeth, trying to ignore the voice ever
along a throbbing headache. Then for as long as you can
control yourself, don't do anything it says the spirit.
Stop pacing and fix his gaze on him.
Let's not let destroy everything.
You won't like this human. I need to possess you and fight
the Wither from the inside. And is this dangerous?
Very just. One spirit possessing you would
tear you apart from the inside in a matter of days.
Two spirits at once. That would be more than half the
time, especially if the spirits are combating each other.
Thought of such a death sent chill through Steve's body, but
then he thought of a barren overworld devoid of life, and
with sun determination he made-up his mind, possessed me.
Spirit advanced towards him and Steve closed his eyes, holding
his breath and anticipation of the awful sensation he had felt
when he touched the painting. When Steve, pure agony Steve
fell on immense cold throughout his body.
He gasped out the feeling and opened his eyes.
The spirit was gone. Hello, Steve.
The Spirit's voice inside Steve's head made him jump once
his racing heartbeat slowed. He asked.
So you possessed me? Yes.
And you don't need to speak out loud now.
I can hear your thoughts. After a brief pause, the spirit
asked. Is there anything you want to
ask before I fight the wither? Yeah, Steve thought.
What's your name? How rude of me.
I never introduced myself. My name is Herobrine.
Bum Bum Bum. Thanks to Cadmaster 6 for
submitting that story and also submitting a lot of other
stories. I believe Cadmaster 6 is the
main well, not main, but it's the most prominent submitter of
Ulfurb. By prominent I mean like has
submitted the most. So even more thanks Guy Raster 6
for all these great stories that I can read on the podcast and
also to every other listener who's missed a story that has
been read on the podcast or not on the podcast because I enjoy
reading them. If you made this far, thank you
for listening and I will see you in the next week.
I have tests so maybe two weeks. I'll see you guys in the next
episode.