Board Thread:Story Board/@comment-32764586-20180418220527

I'm gonna be honest, I had the series all written and planned out. But I'm making edits for future parts now because I'm unsatisfied with them. I'm basically redoing the later parts. Here's a preview for the next part of the Hero Series

The hero rushed through the shrubbery and foliage and towards the blazing inferno. The black fire was of such intensity that it reminded him of the heat he felt in the nether, the place where his journey had begun. Those events felt like distant memories to him as he clutched the spear and ran deeper into the woods. Sheep and cow ran in the opposite direction, desperate to escape their crumbling home. Trees and their bark were burnt to a crisp, withering and falling to the ground. He ran until he reached the clearing in the woods. A ring of fire surrounded the perimeter of the clearing, so he jumped through the layer and looked upon the cause.

A large, gaping hole in the ground sat before him. It was as if a giant hand had ripped into the ground and tore the earth and cobblestone right up. From that hole spread the fire, it's black flames producing a white wisp of smoke. As the hero peered over the edge of the gargantuan abyss he heard the screaming. He heard the screaming and cries that were all too familiar to those in the nether. The hero dug the emerald spear into the wall of the hole and jumped, allowing the spear to drag him down. And it was as he descended that he felt something very peculiar that made his heart stop and his breath go cold.

He felt muddy fingertips brushing against him. They smoothly ran across his arms, legs, and face. He shivered as he felt their stone cold palms against his flesh. As he continued down the hole the hands became more plentiful. They protruded from the wall... dozens of them. The eternal darkness the hero had entered didn't allow him to see, but he knew they were there. Sometimes the spear would slice through a hand on its descent, and when it did so, the hero swore he could hear muffled screams from beyond the walls. After several minutes the hands ceased their assault, and not far after the hero felt his feet plop down onto the ground below.

"Damn, it's dark in here. I wish I had some light," The hero said.

Almost on cue the spear responded to his request and produced a green fluorescent glow.

"Oh... I didn't know this thing could do that."

The light revealed a room made of run-down wood and stone. Moss aligned the entire room, and in all directions, he looked he saw no exits. Even as he turned back to leave from the way he entered he saw that the previous entrance was sealed off. But he watched as the walls shifted. Yes... they shifted and wiggled and squirmed. Soon enough the walls opened up to reveal eyes. The walls had eyes, and they completely surrounded the hero.

Hundreds of eyes peered into his very soul, sending shivers down his spine. He readied the spear and aimed it ahead of him. He ran to one of the walls and thrusted the spear into it. A crack ran p the wall. A crack ran up and around the wall and glowed green. A shriek was heard from beyond the wall as the wall opened and revealed a pit far below. The hero hopped down and observed his surroundings. A dark, muddy area surrounded the hero. And as he moved forward he felt bones crack under his feet.

Beyond the veil of darkness in the gigantic pit was a door, perhaps only two blocks tall and one block wide. Cautiously, the hero pushed it open and made his way through the tiny entrance. 