§°℘υℜÎ°§ Remnant Soul Of Payne Drayk- Boss Battle Contest Minecraft Skin

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There was once a legend, now lost in the depths of time, carried on only by hushed whispers over candle light. This is because the emotions in this story flicker delicately just as the small standing flame.

It began with a maiden playing her flute by a small creek in a lush green forest. Its sound was so gentle, but at the same time it had a sort of strength to it. The sound carried power and emotion. If the maiden was sad, her music would cause even the surrounding willows to weep. If she was joyous, the birds would sing happy melodies to try and compliment her tune. The Maiden always celebrated her feelings through song of her flute, whether it be happy or sad, loved or lost. However, the maiden never played her magical flute when she was angry. Never would such an emotion be introduced to her beloved forest! That was a vow she made to herself long ago.

One day, the maiden was playing her flute again by the little creek. She was feeling lonely and it flowed effortlessly through her flute and carried far through the dense forest.

A man called Payne Drayk was riding along an old dusty path when he heard this melody. He stopped and listened for a moment, completely entranced by the sound. It was beautiful, yet so sad. It made him feel lonely as well, but even more curious. He dismounted his horse and wandered off the trail into the deep forest in search for the source of this music. When Payne found himself by a small creek, he was surprised to also find a young lady equally as beautiful has her music.

The maiden looked up, startled at the sudden appearance of the man. No longer would she be lonely! Payne sat next to her on a smooth boulder and admired her and her flute. The talked about its music and the feelings it carried effortlessly through it. The maiden was delighted to have someone to share its magic with, and even more so to have someone to talk to. How many days upon days had it been of her sitting there playing away on her flute? Indeed, the melodies where magnificent and enticing, but still it could only portray her emotions… she couldn’t share them herself with someone else…

The Maiden eventually explained how her flute impacted the forest in wondrous ways. How it could bring the animals and birds to tears, or dancing around with happiness. Payne didn’t believe her, however and insisted for her to show him. She, of course, obliged. She played her flute, portraying her emotion of excitement. Almost immediately little animals came out of their little holes and dens and began jumping around the maiden. The plants and tress swayed and fluttered about without a breeze through their leaves. Even Payne felt excited. To think such a small instrument could have such influence. Or rather, perhaps it was the maiden who was magical.

Payne wanted to find this out for himself. He held out his hand and asked politely to see the maiden’s flute. She stopped playing immediately but looked at Payne in shock. This flute was her greatest treasure, she wouldn’t so readily give it up to someone else… besides, they did not know her most important rule for the flute. Thou shalt not play in anger.

Payne grew slightly agitated, assuring her he only wanted to look at it and play a few notes. He would not harm it. Still, the maiden hesitated and denied his request. Now Payne was certainly aggravated. Didn’t she know he only wanted to try it? He wanted to make the trees dance and the birds sing, and if he could not, then that proved it was the maiden herself who was gifted. He asked once more, trying his best to be polite despite his steadily rising temper. The maiden however was now frightened. She could see that Payne was getting angry, there was certainly no way she’d give it to him now. She denied his request again, this time hiding the flute behind her back.

Payne shouted out at her in anger. All he wanted to do was play the infernal instrument! He lunged forward at the maiden for the flute. She shrieked in fear and tried to run away, although she was fragile and was no match for the brawny man. Payne grabbed the maiden and wrenched the flute from her tiny hands. She cried out a warning and even begged him not to play the flute but he wasn’t listening.

Still blinded by irrational rage, he laughed and brought the flute to his lips. The maiden covered her ears and fled away into the woods. Payne played the flute, causing all his anger to rush out through the vessel and fill the air of the once tranquil forest with the dreadful noise. The animals began fighting and attacking each other, the trees bashed branches into one another and the plants and grass began to blacken and die. Payne, completely unaware of the chaos around him continued to play, but rather than relieving his anger as the flute was supposed to do with other emotions, it built more and more. Anger became rage and rage became fury. Payne Drayk, once a man, began to transform into something completely inhuman. A tainted soul shadow of a man consumed with anger and hate. The forest died around him, and when he stopped playing the flute he couldn’t care about anything or feel sad or regret. He wandered through the charred and black remains of the forest, never feeling anything ever again but bottled up anger.

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And that is the story behind the Remnant Soul of Payne Drayk! I hope you guys liked it! xD I'm sorry it was really lengthy... I think that if Steve ever met this Boss of the Charred Forest he'd have his work cut out for him.

I hope you all enjoy the skin! (A Diamond would be much appreciated if you like it /)w(\ )