Zane's Second Chance- Chapter 7

Zane’s POV:

    I definitely screwed up everything this time.

    Deciding that I would only be wasted space if I stayed, I decided to escape to my room to give everyone some privacy when I notice something quite familiar in Xandra’s screen.

    That’s impossible…

    Cautiously, I walk closer to the weird contraption that Xandra said was a “laptop” and nearly gasp out in shock. In the “screen” is a frozen portrait of me, in my…. evil form, facing off with my dear old brother, Garroth in Lady Irene’s dimension, our swords and dark facial expressions frozen in time. The portrait seems so accurate, and yet, our body figures are…. blocked shaped. Strange.

    “I hate to break it ya, but you’re a character in a game called Minecraft, an NPC player who is part of a role-play series called ‘Minecraft Diaries’....”

    Heh, so it’s true.

    As I continue examining the “portrait”, I barely notice Xandra sneaking from behind, watching me in interest.

    “See, told you I was right.”

    I whirl around to give her a wary look, not really in the mood right now to glare at her- or make her more annoyed and pissed out at me than she already is.

    “Your words were true. But it seems nearly impossible…” I shake my head at that foolish statement. “This entire world filled with so much advanced… technology, as you call, seems nearly impossible.”

    Instead of rolling her eyes as what Kirsty might have done, Xandra just shrugs her shoulders. “You’ll get used to it. Being born in this time frame is helps me out a lot.”

    I decide to ask her a question that has been nagging me for awhile. “Why do you keep saying ‘in this time frame’? Your world and my world are in totally different dimensions.”

    She stops and thinks. This is what I actually like about her. She never jumps to quickly answer a question as all girls I’ve met before have done, she simply ponders about it until she decides she has the right response.

    “If you count game codes and numbers as different dimensions, then yes, our worlds are in totally different dimensions. However, I’m questioning the fact that Minecraft is maybe not just a game, but rather, an alternated world of ours. Ya, that’s probably not possible, but still, just a thought.

    “Now, about the time frame thing... You see, the creator of the role-playing series that you came from is named Aphmau, or rather Jess. She based the setting, or time frame, of the whole series to be in medieval times, as in the ADs and stuff like that. I’m pretty sure at that time you guys were educated long enough to know dates and time.”

    I nod. My father was pretty serious about me and Garroth’s education, two princes that were possible heirs to the throne. Just the thought of the throne right under my grasp sends sinister thoughts running through my head. A smirk nearly escapes from my lips, but I keep it together in order to continue listening to Xandra’s small lecture.

    “Well, in this world, there is such a time when there was no technology such as this, there was such thing as lords and villages and kings and arranged marriages.” Suddenly, Xandra shudders at the mere thought of such marriages. A snarky remark nearly reaches my mouth, but I resist myself. I already wreaked enough havoc in this place.

    “It was a long time ago, maybe a thousand years or something. History has been made and kids now are learning about it at school and archaeologists are studying the medieval time frame today to learn more about it. Of course, you’re not in this history in this world because ya know-”

    “I’m in a totally different world,” I finish her sentence, staring deep into her emerald green eyes. For some reason, I can’t look away…

Xandra’s POV:

    What the heck are you doing, Zane?

    I stand petrified as Zane stares at me in a strange way, his icy blue eyes having new emotions in them. Interest. Relief. Serenity. Happiness. And…

    Admiration?

    I shake my head quickly. Impossible, Zane never, ever feels admiration to anyone, but himself. I shouldn’t be warming up to him, I can’t warm up to him right now. Not after what he had done to poor Kirsty like that, who has been through more dark moments than Zane could ever have…

    Is it bad to be able to warm up to him this quickly?

    Why don’t you just shut up, brain? I seriously just want to punch myself, but not when Zane would think I was the insane one, not him. I stare at him now, his face free of that annoying scarf that I forced him to remove and throw in the trash. Besides, it makes him a bit cuter when he's exposed like that.

    “Um… I’m not really used to saying this, b-but….” He bites his lip as if he’s reluctant to continue his sentence. “T-thanks… for everything. I know you probably hate me now, but I just wanted to say…. that I-I um... you know....”

    I try not to laugh. He slammers, a lot. “Sometimes, you act just like Garroth.”

    Immediately, old Zane is back, scowling at me darkly. “I do not act like Garroth. At all.”

    Normally, I would scowl back and kick him or something, but now, I just laugh it off. What’s the use of fighting back when all you’re doing is promoting the evil to continue its little game of cats and dogs? What’s the use of hatred and anger when all you’re doing is fueling the fire? What’s the use of war anyway in history?

    “You may think that, but you’re wrong actually. Especially when you talk about… personal stuff.”

    When Zane realizes what I have meant by “personal stuff”, I was already running down the hallway, expecting him to yell out “Get back here, girl!” and chasing me around the house. He would catch up to me and he would probably kill me.

    All of my assumptions about his motives were all true, except for the last one. When he finally catches up to me and shoves me onto the couch in a playful manner, he stares at me for the longest time and suddenly laughs.