Hello, and welcome to my thread! I am currently writing three books in a trilogy called "The Herobrine Trilogy". The one I am workin g on write now is called The Rise of Lord Herobrine. In this thread, I will release different parts of it as I get finished. Right now I am finished with ten pages, and will show you the first nine. For now you can just read it on this post, but you will be able to download the finished product. Please reply to this thread with any feedback or typos that you find.
The second part of book one is out!
The Rise of Lord Herobrine
The chickens noisily flapped their wings in their pens that Steve had made while the other player hid in the fog that covered the distance. He called himself “Herobrine” and had the same looks as Steve with one exception. It was those eyes of his that struck fear into the hearts of everybody that encountered him and to Steve, he was only legend. His eyes had no pupils; they were just white, glowing rectangles. He crept in the fog to stay hidden from Steve, as he didn’t want to be noticed. Herobrine wanted Steve to believe that he didn’t even exist, and so far he had done a good job. That fool Steve had not noticed him at all, and if Herobrine continued to be stealthy, he wouldn’t until the time came, the time for revenge.
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Steve was in his house building an extra floor onto the top of his home. This house was located on top of a mountain behind a large plain. Then behind the mountain was a large forest, perfect for gathering wood. This mountain was strange for a mountain in these lands, for it stood alone, surrounded by flat land on all sides. A desert stood at the foot of one side of the mountain, while more plain dominated the other. Not far beyond the plain stood a forest biome, full of birch trees.
From the top of his mountain he could only see so far, and then fog made it impossible to see farther. This had always made him uneasy, because any monster could just be waiting for him in the fog. He doubted mobs were that smart, except the sentient villagers that called themselves testificates. He heard that they just learned how to trade with Steve, and the smarter they were the less lonely he felt in this large world. He had three cats, Molly, Sam, and Ben, and two dogs, Wendy and Rocky. Even with five pets to take care of Steve still felt lonely.
Up on his third floor Steve was hard at work building a roof out of birch planks. He was making good progress, but he felt like he was being watched as he looked out at the fog on his lunch break. He was enjoying his lunch of cooked chicken, a meal that he was very used to. He was drinking water out of a bottle made of glass, one that he had crafted himself. Water was something he drank everyday. He occasionally got the treat of drinking milk, but he tried to save that for when he journeyed into mine shafts.
He finished his lunch and brushed the crumbs off of his blue shirt. Then he picked up some wooden planks and went to work again. He ignored the barking of his dogs down below and the odd sounds of the enderman that had stuck around after he had warped into Steve’s house when it was raining. He didn’t mind the tall, dark humanoid as long as it remained neutral.
By the time the sun was turning the sky around it orange, Steve had finished his hard work and used gravel to get to the grass below. He stepped back and observed his work, and when he was pleased he pulled the lever that opened his iron door and walked inside. He squinted as light from his redstone lamps filled his eyes. Steve looked out his window and saw that the moon was slowly becoming visible. It was a crescent moon, and he could already see the unmistakable form of a creeper.
He sighed. So much for going to bed to limit creeper spawning, Steve thought. He went over to one of his many chests and took out a cookie. He smiled as he remembered how hard he worked to get the cocoa needed to make the snack. It was such a small amount for only sixteen of them. He had taken his dogs with him down a cave he found and had battled his way to a light.
He was excited, for he knew it could only be lava or an abandoned mine shaft. It turned out to be the more exciting one, the mine shaft. He cut his way through spider webs, his iron sword gleaming in the torch light, and came to an intersection. He took a right and followed it until he came to something even more exciting: a wall of mossy cobblestone. He prepared for fighting and readied his dogs.
He brought out his diamond pick and mined through the wall to see a spider spawner. He attacked a spider and the dogs made short work of it. This process continued until he destroyed the spawner and the spiders stopped pouring in. He smiled and fed his dogs some zombie flesh, which they ate without stopping to think about how gross it was. This allowed them to heal up without Steve using up his own food. He walked over to the chest and-
His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden boom. At first Steve worried it was a creeper at his door but then he looked behind him to see his door still standing. This sound was not close, he realized, but was far away. But with great shock he remembered that creepers only exploded to Steve, and not even to villagers.
There had to be another player out there, and this got Steve excited. If he met someone else, he would no longer be lonely. They could survive together, build together, and explore together. It would be a dream come true.
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Herobrine watched in terror as he saw a creeper running towards him in the dead of night. This was the first time any type of mob had tried to interact with him and he was forced to run like a coward as the monster gained on him. He ran alongside a mountain and entered a valley until he ran into a dead end. His glowing eyes looked back and stared at the creeper with fear. This was how he would spend his last moments, stuck between a mountain and a creeper. Herobrine closed his eyes and braced for sudden death.
Suddenly, he heard the twang of an arrow gliding through midair and a hiss as the creeper was hit. Herobrine opened his eyes to see a spider jockey attacking the creeper. He gasped in surprise and relief as the creeper ran after him. Herobrine took out a sword and ran after them. The creeper turned around and suddenly exploded in the spider’s face.
The skeleton was blown off the back of his mount and Herobrine ran to help him. The skeleton nodded at him and spoke.
“I am fine, almighty one. It is my pleasure to serve the one with glowing eyes,” it said with a scratchy voice.
Herobrine stared at him in question but then understood that the skeleton thought he was a god. I can play at this game, he thought.
“Thank you for saving me, mortal being. May I ask what is your name?”
The skeleton said, “I am Rathomir, the lord of the spiders. When I saw that creeper going after you, I had to teach him a lesson. I think he learned his lesson, alright,” said the skeleton.
Herobrine nodded in agreement and said, “Yes. Now would you care to serve me longer? You will be rewarded, of course.”
Herobrine smiled as he thought of the possibilities that a bunch of skeletons could achieve against Steve. If he could gather an army, he could scare Steve into hiding by slaughtering those annoying animals of his. Then, he could enslave those humanoids that call themselves “testificates” and they would build a city for him! HE was jolted out of his thoughts by Rathomir’s voice.
“My lord?”
Herobrine looked up at him, and remembered what he had to achieve first. “Oh, uh- yes. What were you saying?”
“I said it would be an honor to serve you. What can I do for you?”
Herobrine chuckled and said, “I need you to do an important task for me. Do the other monsters worship me as much as you skeletons do?”
Rathomir flinched at the mention of the word “monsters”, but he answered whether he was offended or not. “Yes my lord. That creeper must’ve thought you were the other player, the one that we are always trying to kill. What do you need from them?”
“I need you to gather every mob you can find,” Herobrine said, this time remembering to use the word mob. “Tell them to gather on the top of this mountain. I want even the endermen.”
“My lord, the endermen will be hard to convince. They are independent creatures you see. Shall I threaten them with your wrath?” the skeleton replied.
Herobrine chuckled again. “Use any means necessary. And from now on, you may call me ‘Lord Herobrine’”.
“It will be done, Lord Herobrine.”
As the skeleton turned around to leave, he located another spider and climbed on its back. Herobrine turned to face the mountain and smiled to himself. With a monster army, he would be invincible!
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Steve went to bed, although he didn’t fall asleep until an hour later because he felt so excited. Steve decided it was best not to search outside until morning. If he went outside now, he would be shot down or blown up.
When Steve woke up in the morning, he couldn’t remember why he was excited. Then as he remembered what had happened the night before, he jumped out of bed and ate half a loaf of bread then ran out of his door. His dogs followed as he ran slowly down the mountain, careful not to fall.
At the bottom, he started to wander around until he found something. After thirty minutes, he found a crater in the ground where a creeper exploded. He looked around excitedly and found footprints in the grass. These matched his own footprints, and proved Steve’s hopes.
Steve followed the tracks, which led up a hill and into a forest. He had brought a map with him so that if he went far, he could find his way back. The wolves following him would offer great protection if he got into a sticky situation, so he didn’t worry about getting hurt. What did he have to worry about anyway?
Steve found the location where the footprints stopped and saw nothing. He frowned in confusion, but then spotted some a couple feet ahead. He walked over and found only two footprints. Another feet or so and he found another two. The only way that this was possible was with eyes of ender. But who could have so many? Whoever this was must have slain many endermen.
He kept following these tracks until they got so far apart that he couldn’t find the next set. He looked around angrily and then gave up all hope. He sighed. Maybe he would find this mystery player some other time soon.
He headed back towards the house using his map. It was almost nighttime, and he wanted to hurry back. He could hear the panting of wolves behind him as he sprinted home. He spotted his home from far away because of the glowstone shining through the window. The stars just started sowing themselves in the sky when he barged into his room. He sat the dogs down, and then put his stuff in a chest.
Steve sighed. He had had a long day that was a waste of time. Well, not a total waste. He did figure out that this player must be intelligent enough to use ender eyes, and to cover his tracks. Steve climbed up to his second floor and turned off his redstone lamp. He climbed into bed and doze off.
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Herobrine laughed as he watched Steve walk away disappointedly when he lost Herobrine’s trail. He had to admit, Steve was determined and wouldn’t give up, but he was weak and whiney. He would be no match for Herobrine’s wrath. When his army struck, he would be forced to stand there and watch as his house was burnt down. That was his plan of course.
They would use tonight to prepare and would strike tomorrow night. The disadvantage to his army is that half of them could only strike at night, and once the creepers were done with their suicidal explosions, they would be gone. The creepers, endermen, and spiders could attack at any time, but it was to Herobrine’s advantage to strike when it was dark and all of his forces attack
Their plan was to gather up a number of skeletons and endermen, the most intelligent members of his army, and throw torches at Steve’s house. They would first kill those horrid beasts that he calls pets. The loss of his house and only friends would send him into a shock that he might never recover from.
By now the sun was fading into the night sky and fleeing under the horizon, and Herobrine hiked back to the mountain that he told Rathomir to meet him at. The skeleton was standing there with his spider next to him, but Herobrine frowned when he saw no army.
“Was your trip successful? Where is my army?” he demanded to Rathomir.
The skeleton smirked and said, “Oh it was successful alright, although we had to kill tens of endermen to get them to cooperate. I suppose you want to see it?”
Herobrine said, “No, I don’t want to see my army that I asked you to retrieve. DUH! Of course I want to see it!”
Rathomir nodded and beckoned for him up the mountain. His spider climbed up behind him and Herobrine followed. When they got to the top, Herobrine gasped in surprise. There at the foot of the mountain stood an army of titanic size. There were at least four million monsters down there, from endermen to creepers.
When the army saw Herobrine, they roared with cheer. Not all of the mobs could speak, but they understood when the bow of a skeleton was pointed at their face. They could also understand a command. Herobrine grinned in surprise and held his hand up. They stopped.
He started off a speech by saying, “Greetings my hairy, bony, and green friends. I am so glad we could meet here today. Thank you for cooperating; it makes my job easier and saves your life. Together we can achieve so much if we work together.”
The crowd applauded once again and stopped when they were told. “Let me start out tonight by telling you what all your special talents and weaknesses. I’ll begin with the skeletons. You are one of four species that can speak, the others being villagers, endermen, and players. Skeletons can shoot arrows from far away and can even shoot flaming arrows. Their weakness is that they burn in daylight.”
“Creepers are good because they are silent and can attack at any time. Their explosions can create considerable damage though they die when this happens. Spiders are fast, make good mounts, and can climb any height. They make good spies, but don’t pose much of a threat to players. Zombies make good soldiers, and have an average attack skill. They too burn up at day, and are pretty slow.”
“Last but not least, we have the endermen. These shy, shadowy creatures are very efficient because they are fast, strong, and can even teleport. Though they can live in daylight, they are damaged when touched with water. Those are all of our army members I believe.”
“Now that I have taken care of that, I can discuss to you why I have summoned you. I have a distaste for a certain player named Steve, and I want him taken down in style. After the target is down, I will form an empire with you guys as its army. Why will enslave the testificates, and we’ll control all. I know that the villagers know of portals to different dimensions, and we will add those to my empire. If anyone has a problem, they will be executed. I have no time for disloyalty.”
Herobrine watched, and it first thought they would disagree, but to his relief they chanted, “LORD HEROBRINE! LORD HEROBRINE!”. He smiled and turned to Rathomir. He told him his plan for tomorrow and gave him the rank of general. The new empire would rise, with Lord Herobrine and General Rathomir at the top!
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As the chickens clucked nosily in their pens, Steve awoke with a chill. He didn’t know why, but he had a feeling something was happening; something very bad. Evil was afoot that night and Steve didn’t want to know what. He got out of bed and turned on a lamp, checked his clock, and saw that it was two hours past midnight. He went to the bottom floor to visit the pets.
As he stroked a cat’s fur, Steve took a glance out the window. There were no monsters in sight. This was a very rare occurrence, something that Steve had never seen before. Usually there was at least a spider or two in sight, but tonight there was nothing. It was quiet, too quiet.
Steve tried to fall asleep, but he just felt too uneasy. He decided to endure the night without sleep. It was a boring night and Steve heard no monster noises. He decided to read books until the sun rose. After long, the darkness of the night faded away and the sun appeared. He heard no death noises of zombies and skeletons burning.
Steve felt like traveling to the nearby village to visit with the testificates. Steve liked to go to the village storyteller and listen to a story. He fed the pets and got his gear out of the chest. He prepared for the small journey by packing food and tools.
He descended the mountain and into the large plain. It would take about an hour to get there, so he left the pets at home. They would tire too quickly and would just drag him back. He wanted to arrive there quickly so that he could return before night. He also wanted to see if tonight would be like last night, quiet and odd.
His feet felt tired after a half hour, so he took a break. He was almost through the plain and a forest loomed in front of him. He looked up at the sun to see that it was about two hours before noon, so it was too early to eat. He took out a snack of bread and gobbled it up. After another ten minutes of rest, he stood up, brushed the bread crumbs off of him, and started into the forest.
He liked forest biomes because they shielded him from the sun and kept him hidden from monsters at night. But they also made it harder for Steve to see monsters that had been alerted of his presence. Steve didn’t care right now though, because it was day and it would be easy to see if a creeper was coming.
It took him awhile to trek through the forest, because of all the trees. He saw no creepers, but this was no surprise as none spawned the night before. He emerged from the forest and into a desert after around forty minutes, longer than Steve had expected. The village stood right at the edge of the desert, and it was larger than most.
Steve ran over to the gravel path that the villagers had made, and the blacksmith that stood near the forge greeted him with much enthusiasm. The villagers loved when Steve visited because there were not many species that could talk with them. Steve was one of the few players in his realm, and he was the only one that had visited this village.
“Greetings Steve, we welcome you to our village of Forestview. I trust that you want to talk with the storyteller?” said the blacksmith, named Heatrender.
Steve nodded but also said, “I also have some emeralds for you, what can you give me for one?”
Heatrender replied by saying, “I’ll give you a diamond chestplate if you give me two emeralds or an iron chestplate for one.”
Steve handed him two green emeralds and the blacksmith ran inside. He came back out with a shiny new piece of blue armor, and Steve took it and they shook hands. Heatrender pointed him in the direction of the storyteller and he thanked him and ran.
As Steve traded bread with the village’s baker, he examined his new chestplate, which was his first diamond one. He took off his iron chestplate and replaced it with the new one. The baker, whose name was Mendi, handed him the five pieces of bread that he traded with his last emerald. They thanked each other, and then Steve walked to the storyteller’s hut.
He stopped in front of the door, and examined they place. It had changed position since the last time he saw it, and it was painted in a shiny new coat of orange paint. It was made mostly out of wooden planks, and the old storyteller made the paint out of mixing up flowers. Steve knocked on the door.
He heard a shout of “One minute!” and the door opened shortly after. There stood Bome, the storyteller. He was about seventy years old, and he was very tall and grasped a wooden cane. Steve knew that the other villagers were younger than him, and that they respected him.
He smiled when he saw Steve and beckoned for him to come in. Steve followed the old man inside.
“Welcome Steve, I am glad that you came! Let me make you a glass of milk and a plate of cookies. Why don’t you take a seat?” said Bome.
Steve sat down in the wooden chair in front of a table. He looked around the room in interest. His hut was only two rooms and a cellar, but he didn’t need much space. He stared at the painting on the wall that showed a creeper gazing forward. He got the chills just thinking about the green creatures.
Steve looked up as Bome walked in with a tray of two glasses of milk and a plate of eight cookies. With a sigh, Bome sat down in the chair in front of him. He handed Steve a glass of milk, and took one for himself. He crunched on a cookie, and when he swallowed it, he said, “I have an interesting story to tell you, my friend.”
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“Sir, all creatures have taken their positions,” Rathomir hissed.
“Excellent, inform them that I am about to make the speech,” Herobrine replied.
As the skeleton moved to tell the army, Herobrine ordered the lights to turn on. He squinted as the lighting changed from dim to bright, and turned to face the crowd. They had struggled to find a cave that would fit them all, and struggled even more to find it before day arrived. But they had succeeded.
“My friends, today we gather in peace. Tonight marks the starting point in my conquest of the many realms and dimensions of the world. I have already informed you that we will first rid the world of Steve, and that we will take over the universe. This cave will be our base during the day, and we will arm it with defenses. But for now, we must stay in hiding.”
The beasts cheered as their master walked off into the darkness.
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“I will tell you the story of the players. Have you ever wondered why there were so few? After today you will know. Let me first tell you that once they were all united, and that there were tens of thousands.”
Steve jumped up in surprise. “How can you know this?”
“We villagers have always been a quiet, observant type. We found the complete history of Minecraftia on an ancient relic. You have probably never heard this term, but that is what we call our realm. Anyway, the players were in enormous numbers. They worked together and built vast cities. They got along, until the war.”
“A war,” Steve asked. “There was a war?”
“Yes, a civil war amongst the players. It all started when they fought over what land people ruled over. As there were more and more bloody battles, an advanced race that we refer to as the ‘Sky Gods’ took over. They created multiple dimensions including our Nether and End. This realm, Minecraftia, remained the same, but the gods banished the players to different realms, where their numbers were fewer and they wouldn’t have to worry about the fighting.”
Steve gazed at Bome with interest. “What are the other realms?”
“There are many others, but some of the most famous are Powercraftia, the realm of war and weapons, and Flipcraftia, the peaceful realm of building. There are most likely thousands more, including the world of the Sky Gods. We call it the Aether, although we don’t know what its true name is.”
“We have recovered the portals to the Aether and Powercraftia, but the Flipcraftia portal still remains a mystery. Furthermore, we have no idea how to activate the portals. The portal frames lye deep underneath this village, in the stronghold in which we found the relic. You are the first outside of this village who we have told this to, so I hope you keep this a secret. I can take you to the site of the portals if you’d like.”
Steve nodded excitedly and jumped out of his chair. He rushed out of the hut, taking a cookie with him. As he gobbled down the food, he heard the clomping of Bome’s cane. The old villager walked slowly out of his home, and shut the door behind him. In addition to being the storyteller of the village, he also wore the lavender garments of the priest. He limped to the church and Steve followed close behind.
Bome had told him that when he had gone on an adventure in a stronghold many years ago, a silverfish had gnawed on his leg, causing him a painful injury. He always had to use a cane after this event, and the injury had never fully healed. Steve wondered if that was the stronghold that the relic had been found in.
Bome threw the door of the church open and went to the far side of it. He then started mumbling words in a language that Steve had never heard. He could not comprehend this exotic speech. He made a mental note to ask Bome about it later.
As soon as he finished speaking, the cobblestone in front of him shook and lowered, then went into a hole, revealing a ladder. These ladders extended at least seventy feet underground, and lead to the stone bricks of the stronghold. It was surrounded in dirt, which would hide the ladders if any villager was digging around it.
Bome told Steve to climb down in front of him, and Steve obeyed. The climb down took a little over a minute, and he touched the ground of the large underground fortress. The ground was cold on his bare feet, because he had decided to leave his iron boots at home as he did not plan on doing any fighting. Steve looked around.
The first thing he saw was the portal that lead to the End realm, where a dragon probably waited. He heard no silverfish, and came to the conclusion that they had all been killed. Iron bars and stone bricks surrounded him, and torches gave light to the room. Bome hit the ground behind him.
The first thing Steve said was, “What was that language you were using?”
Bome turned to face Steve and said, “The Sky Gods created all of the strongholds in this realm, but this one is extra special. Their language is required to unseal the entrance to the place, their former language anyway. They have slowly adapted to our language these past centuries.”
Steve nodded in understanding. “So I see the End portal. Is there anything special about the realm inside?”
“Yes, the dragon is twice the size and has twice the amount of strength, not to mention its crimson color. Nobody has been able to strike it down, although many have tried and were killed.”
Steve said, “I wonder if it is guarding something? Do the obsidian towers that lye inside have anything unique within their walls?”
“We don’t know, but that is a likely conclusion. The sky gods may have put some important information in there,” replied Bome.
Steve nodded and said, “So where is this relic of yours? Is it written in a form of hieroglyphs?”
“No, it is written in word form. I will take you to the relic; it is hidden far on the other side of this stronghold.”
With that, Bome walked off. Steve followed him eager to visit this relic that held the history of Minecraftia.
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In a small cave, a figure cowered against a wall. The cave was only about fifteen feet wide and thirty feet long. The ceiling was low to the ground. The cave extended forward and then turned left to reveal a very small chamber with a wool bed. The figure had an explorer’s hat on and a small beard. His name was Pablo Punchwood, and his dog sat next to him.
“I hear a werewolf, Wilson,” Punchwood told his dog.
Pablo lived in an exotic section of Minecraftia where special mobs spawned such as wraiths, werewolves, sharks, and horses. His cave opened to air and he had no door, so he had to rely on the fact that he was hidden from sight. But if the werewolf smelled him or his dog, Pablo would be in trouble.
He had faced one of these beasts on his first night in this forsaken place. He was a citizen of a small player village, where a bunch of players lived. He knew there were few of his kind in this world so he was glad he was lucky enough to find such a place.
He had thought it would be cool to go out into the wild and survive on his own with nothing in his hand. He had called his little webcast “Man vs. Minecraft”, and he had done a season one before this. His plane that was left for him was low on fuel and it needed repairs, so he had to land here. This place was like nothing he had ever seen, with beasts that he could not live with.
This was only his second night in this land, but he was already shivering with fear from his first werewolf encounter. He had used an iron sword then, but by now he figured out gold would work best. Though he killed the beast, more appeared. During the day they were humans with ripped clothes, but during night they turned into berserk, wild, snarling beasts.
Now Pablo heard one, and his newly-found dog Wilson whimpered next to him. Pablo stroked his fur trying to comfort him, but it didn’t work. He was glad he had a companion, because his first season of surviving was lonely. He had found and tamed a wolf yesterday and named it Wilson.
Pablo wanted to sleep but that would be impossible with the howling that the werewolf made at all hours of the night. It was loud and shrill enough to wake the dead, although there were enough zombies and skeletons out there already. Punchwood tried lying on the wool but couldn’t shut his eyes. Maybe he would get to sleep soon.
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Part II
As they walked through the stronghold, Bome told him more about it.
“We have a secret entrance to this place below our well, although that is only used for emergency purposes. We might install an iron door into a passage below the church. This would secure a room that would hold all of the books we have found in the stronghold and also the entrance to the place. That would make it tons easier to get in.”
Steve nodded and said, “Sounds like a good idea to me.”
It wasn’t a long walk to the site of the relic, and Steve saw that the stronghold opened into a cave. Usually he would see monsters, but he saw no such things. He also sighted the opening of an abandoned mine shaft, and Bome said it was not at all significant. The relic was inside of a chest in a building the villagers made to protect it. Bome spoke in the Sky God language and the traps that were placed around it disarmed.
“We learned how to use this language, called ‘Latin’ to set our own traps. It is quite useful,” said Bome.
He said something else in Latin and the iron door that stood at the center of the building opened automatically. They stepped inside and Steve examined his surroundings. Inside there were bookshelves filled with books and chests full of supplies. Steve couldn’t read any part of the books because they were written in a language that he assumed was Latin. He was about to ask Bome what they said, but he spoke in Latin again and waved his hands towards the chest.
The chest flew open and a book floated out towards Bome. He grabbed it in midair and opened it. He handed it to Steve and said, “Be very careful. This book is very old and fragile and if it is torn or dropped, you might ruin the whole relic.”
Steve nodded and took it out of his hands. He grunted in surprise as the relic fell into his arms. It was much heavier than any book that size ought to have been. He examined the text and sighed when he saw it was in Latin. The book carried the musty scent of mold. Some of the pages were lightly ripped, Steve could see. He carefully flipped to the next page and saw an illustration.
It was a colorful painting of a man, not in cube form like everything else in the world, but had a round head. He had a dark beard and wore a hat. He smiled and held an object in his hand that Steve had never seen before. It was in a square shape, but it glowed and showed an image on it, an image of a player being chased by a Creeper. In the background there were trees that were very unlike the ones in Minecraftia. They had round trunks and very different types of leaves. Under the image there was some text written in Latin.
“What does the caption say?” he asked Bome.
Bome replied, “It says ‘Notch, creator of the Minecraftian universe’. We found that to be a bit peculiar, and we don’t know what it means.”
Steve frowned and flipped to more pages until he found another illustration. He gasped when he saw this one, for it was a picture of players dueling with diamond swords and they wore red capes with creeper faces on the back of them. In the background, there was fire everywhere and half-destroyed buildings. Steve decided that it was the war.
Steve flipped a couple pages over and found another picture. This was a picture of a players floating in the sky with glowing flashes of light behind them. It appeared like they were getting sucked into these objects. At the bottom stood a figure that looked like this Notch figure and he held his hands out towards the glowing portals.
“That is the separation of the players. Notch, we assume, is the king of the Sky Gods, and he is moving all of the players. Okay, kindly hand me back the relic. We can’t keep it out in the open air for too long.”
Steve did so, and watched in horror as Bome threw the book into the air. To his relief it floated back to the chest and sealed itself inside. Bome gestured for him to follow him out of the door and Steve obeyed. After he said some commands in Latin the traps reactivated and the door closed. Then he led Steve close to the entrance and into a small room. Inside stood a Nether portal and a chest. The floor was covered in red netherrack, the main stone of the Nether. The netherrack was hot and smelled weird.
Bome said, “This is where we store our Nether portal. This portal has been running for dozens of centuries at the most. The Nether has a history of its own, but that information is irrelevant ant the moment. I just wanted to show you where this was. Now I’ll take you to the other portals.”
Bome led him out of the room and into the dark cave beyond the mine shaft. Steve grew nervous as a skeleton started shooting at them, but before he could take his sword out Bome waved a hand and it exploded into pieces of bones. Steve looked at him and he said, “That is a subject that I shall not mention right now.”
Steve sighed but nodded, as he respected Bome and his actions. Bome again waved a hand and some redstone lamps turned on. Steve looked around and saw that in the middle of the cave stood a hole with a ladder going down it.
“Let me go down first and deactivate the traps. I will have to do this one by one and I don’t want you getting in the way. Just wait up here and I’ll call you down soon,” Bome told Steve.
As Bome dropped his cane down to the bottom of the hole and started climbing down, Steve took out his diamond sword. If one skeleton came out, whatever thing kept them away last night must have disappeared. Steve wanted to be armed and ready when more monsters came out of the dark spots beyond the light of the lamps. Steve wished he had worn boots.
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Herobrine faced Rathomir. The white-eyed player was giving the general instructions on a special task he would be carrying out. While they were raiding Steve’s house, Rathomir would keep Steve busy at the village so that he wouldn’t come home before they were done.
“Are my orders clear, general? Take a group of your best spider jockeys and confront him. Do not kill, just injure if necessary. Stop him from leaving. I will give you a map containing the precise area of his location. It is night at the moment, so go with haste. I will leave shortly after.”
Rathomir walked away to find his squad of spider jockeys. Herobrine turned around to face his army. “Now is our time to strike. I will give my most trusted soldiers torches but the others will just form a circle around the house. We will leave after General Rathomir departs on his mission.”
The cave boomed with applause as their lord finished his commands. Rathomir ran past Herobrine with many spider jockeys and out of the mouth of the cave. Herobrine followed him in a sprint and thousands of feet followed him out.
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“Alright lad, it is safe to come down,” shouted Bome.
Steve sighed in relief and walked over to the ladder. He had been waiting for several minutes but it had seemed like hours. Now it was finally time for him to check out the portals.
As he was climbing down, a horrid thought occurred to him. It was probably night time already, which would mean he would have to spend the night. His pets were used to being fed twice a day, and once at night. When they noticed he was gone, they would panic and he did not want them to.
Steve shook away his thoughts as he reached the bottom. He looked around and saw that it was a large room but the ceiling was low. It was made of netherrack like the room above. He ran over to Bome and onto one of the only stone parts of the floor. He could not stand being on the netherrack as it burnt his feet.
Bome gestured to the large rectangular object on the floor. As he got closer, he saw that there were two of them. They both laid flat on the ground like an End portal. One was labeled “Powercraftia” and the other was labeled “Aether”. The first portal was made of a mysterious block that Steve was not familiar with and the second was made of glowstone.
As Steve examined the Powercraftia portal, Bome said, “We have not yet been able to define the block of this first portal. We think it is a material from the world of the Sky Gods. We do not know where the Flipcraftia portal is or how to activate any of them. Your guess is as good as mine.”
Steve said, “This first portal is oddly familiar to me. This block is white, black, and grey and is in such a pattern that I couldn’t forget it. But as to activating them I have no idea how.”
Bome went towards the ladder slowly and said, “We’d better get back to the village. You can sleep in my hut if you’d like.”
Steve nodded and took Bome’s cane from him as he started to climb up the ladder. When the old villager was half way to the top, Steve started to climb up. When he heard Bome shout at the top, he doubled his pace.
Steve also gasped when he reached the top. There, surrounding them in a circle, stood two dozen spider jockeys. He quickly handed Bome his cane and turned around to face the ones behind him. They all had their bows drawn and pointed at the two of them. Only one stood without a bow, and this one carried a sword.
The skeleton with the sword stepped forward. The sword was made out of a black substance, a substance Steve had never known swords could be made out of. In addition to his unique sword he also wore an olive-colored hat. On this hat stood four stars, which Steve assumed indicated a rank of importance. There was a solid black line under the stars, one that stretched all around the hat.
Bome turned around to see the skeleton as he hissed, “Greetings weaklings. My name is General Rathomir. I am pleased to see you gazing at me in fear, and if you continue to do so, you may leave unscathed. But if you choose not to cooperate, you will meet my sword. It is made of obsidian, which as you know is stronger than your puny diamond.”
Steve’s mind filled with questions, but he refrained from speaking. Instead he tried to think of an escape route. But as he scanned his surroundings, he found none. He looked at Bome and saw his eyes shut as if he was in pain.
He dared to whisper, “What is it? Are you alright?”
Bome shook his head and whispered back, “This is the start of something terrible. I feel that destruction is about to happen.”
Bome shouted in pain as Rathomir’s blade cut him on the cheek. “Shut up or die!” said the skeleton general. Steve took this moment of distraction to draw his own diamond sword and kill the mount of Rathomir. The skeleton hissed with anger and ordered the others to attack.
Steve pushed past Rathomir and ran towards the entrance, with Bome close behind. Several arrows hit the wall in front of him and he turned around to see the skeletons in full pursuit. Rathomir threw one of the skeletons off its spider and climbed on himself, smacking the spider on its head to make it go faster.
Steve exited the cave and ran into the stronghold, and an arrow hit his armor. It bounced off and hit the ground, and Steve sighed with relief. He allowed Bome to pass in front of him, as he wore no armor. The villager ran slower than him, so Steve had to adjust his speed.
Bome took out a small object and slurped up its contents. He turned around to give Steve one as he was running, and Steve had to sprint up to him as his speed increased. He took the speed potion from Bome’s hand and drank it. It tasted of honey. Steve laughed as he was able to double the spider’s speed in seconds.
As they turned around a corner, Steve spotted the ladder leading to the surface. He slowed his feet as they came up to it, and Bome climbed up as fast as he could. Several more arrows flew towards them, but if the aim of the skeletons didn’t improve they would be okay.
Steve grabbed the first bar on the ladder and then flew up it like a monkey. As he reached the top at the church, he looked down and grinned as the skeletons hissed in anger when they had to abandon their mounts to climb up. Bome gestured up as he ran to the ladder leading to the second floor of the church.
Steve pushed open the door to make it seem like they ran out, and then followed Bome up. They ducked under the window on the second floor and tried to hide their heavy breathing. They heard the skeletons run out of the door and saw them wander around the village. Steve smirked and saw them angrily walk into the woods.
Steve let out a deep breath and looked at Bome. He was lying against the wall and trying to breathe. Steve let him rest, and then asked, “So do you mind telling me what that was all about?”
Bome replied, “Well it seems someone has raised an army. Whether it was a player or mob, I don’t know. Also before you ask, I have no clue why they wanted us unless they were after the portals. Even then they could’ve checked them out as we ran away.”
A scary thought flashed into Steve’s mind. “What if they checked my house? My pets will not be at all safe with those monsters wandering around! I have to go see it!”
Bome grabbed Steve as he got up. “Not until day you aren’t. That general could be using your pets as bait and who knows who his boss is. Just wait for the sun to rise and then you can go see. But it would be safe to wait here for tonight.”
Steve sighed but silently agreed with him. He sat down next to Bome and prayed for day to come fast and his house to be safe. But unbeknownst to him, his house stood in flames several miles away and in front of it stood a cackling Herobrine.
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I will try to have the third release finished by July 2nd, and the book done by the end of Summer. I hoped you enjoyed and I apologize for any typos made. I appreciate your feedback.
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The second part of book one is out!
The Rise of Lord Herobrine
The chickens noisily flapped their wings in their pens that Steve had made while the other player hid in the fog that covered the distance. He called himself “Herobrine” and had the same looks as Steve with one exception. It was those eyes of his that struck fear into the hearts of everybody that encountered him and to Steve, he was only legend. His eyes had no pupils; they were just white, glowing rectangles. He crept in the fog to stay hidden from Steve, as he didn’t want to be noticed. Herobrine wanted Steve to believe that he didn’t even exist, and so far he had done a good job. That fool Steve had not noticed him at all, and if Herobrine continued to be stealthy, he wouldn’t until the time came, the time for revenge.
Steve was in his house building an extra floor onto the top of his home. This house was located on top of a mountain behind a large plain. Then behind the mountain was a large forest, perfect for gathering wood. This mountain was strange for a mountain in these lands, for it stood alone, surrounded by flat land on all sides. A desert stood at the foot of one side of the mountain, while more plain dominated the other. Not far beyond the plain stood a forest biome, full of birch trees.
From the top of his mountain he could only see so far, and then fog made it impossible to see farther. This had always made him uneasy, because any monster could just be waiting for him in the fog. He doubted mobs were that smart, except the sentient villagers that called themselves testificates. He heard that they just learned how to trade with Steve, and the smarter they were the less lonely he felt in this large world. He had three cats, Molly, Sam, and Ben, and two dogs, Wendy and Rocky. Even with five pets to take care of Steve still felt lonely.
Up on his third floor Steve was hard at work building a roof out of birch planks. He was making good progress, but he felt like he was being watched as he looked out at the fog on his lunch break. He was enjoying his lunch of cooked chicken, a meal that he was very used to. He was drinking water out of a bottle made of glass, one that he had crafted himself. Water was something he drank everyday. He occasionally got the treat of drinking milk, but he tried to save that for when he journeyed into mine shafts.
He finished his lunch and brushed the crumbs off of his blue shirt. Then he picked up some wooden planks and went to work again. He ignored the barking of his dogs down below and the odd sounds of the enderman that had stuck around after he had warped into Steve’s house when it was raining. He didn’t mind the tall, dark humanoid as long as it remained neutral.
By the time the sun was turning the sky around it orange, Steve had finished his hard work and used gravel to get to the grass below. He stepped back and observed his work, and when he was pleased he pulled the lever that opened his iron door and walked inside. He squinted as light from his redstone lamps filled his eyes. Steve looked out his window and saw that the moon was slowly becoming visible. It was a crescent moon, and he could already see the unmistakable form of a creeper.
He sighed. So much for going to bed to limit creeper spawning, Steve thought. He went over to one of his many chests and took out a cookie. He smiled as he remembered how hard he worked to get the cocoa needed to make the snack. It was such a small amount for only sixteen of them. He had taken his dogs with him down a cave he found and had battled his way to a light.
He was excited, for he knew it could only be lava or an abandoned mine shaft. It turned out to be the more exciting one, the mine shaft. He cut his way through spider webs, his iron sword gleaming in the torch light, and came to an intersection. He took a right and followed it until he came to something even more exciting: a wall of mossy cobblestone. He prepared for fighting and readied his dogs.
He brought out his diamond pick and mined through the wall to see a spider spawner. He attacked a spider and the dogs made short work of it. This process continued until he destroyed the spawner and the spiders stopped pouring in. He smiled and fed his dogs some zombie flesh, which they ate without stopping to think about how gross it was. This allowed them to heal up without Steve using up his own food. He walked over to the chest and-
His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden boom. At first Steve worried it was a creeper at his door but then he looked behind him to see his door still standing. This sound was not close, he realized, but was far away. But with great shock he remembered that creepers only exploded to Steve, and not even to villagers.
There had to be another player out there, and this got Steve excited. If he met someone else, he would no longer be lonely. They could survive together, build together, and explore together. It would be a dream come true.
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Suddenly, he heard the twang of an arrow gliding through midair and a hiss as the creeper was hit. Herobrine opened his eyes to see a spider jockey attacking the creeper. He gasped in surprise and relief as the creeper ran after him. Herobrine took out a sword and ran after them. The creeper turned around and suddenly exploded in the spider’s face.
The skeleton was blown off the back of his mount and Herobrine ran to help him. The skeleton nodded at him and spoke.
“I am fine, almighty one. It is my pleasure to serve the one with glowing eyes,” it said with a scratchy voice.
Herobrine stared at him in question but then understood that the skeleton thought he was a god. I can play at this game, he thought.
“Thank you for saving me, mortal being. May I ask what is your name?”
The skeleton said, “I am Rathomir, the lord of the spiders. When I saw that creeper going after you, I had to teach him a lesson. I think he learned his lesson, alright,” said the skeleton.
Herobrine nodded in agreement and said, “Yes. Now would you care to serve me longer? You will be rewarded, of course.”
Herobrine smiled as he thought of the possibilities that a bunch of skeletons could achieve against Steve. If he could gather an army, he could scare Steve into hiding by slaughtering those annoying animals of his. Then, he could enslave those humanoids that call themselves “testificates” and they would build a city for him! HE was jolted out of his thoughts by Rathomir’s voice.
“My lord?”
Herobrine looked up at him, and remembered what he had to achieve first. “Oh, uh- yes. What were you saying?”
“I said it would be an honor to serve you. What can I do for you?”
Herobrine chuckled and said, “I need you to do an important task for me. Do the other monsters worship me as much as you skeletons do?”
Rathomir flinched at the mention of the word “monsters”, but he answered whether he was offended or not. “Yes my lord. That creeper must’ve thought you were the other player, the one that we are always trying to kill. What do you need from them?”
“I need you to gather every mob you can find,” Herobrine said, this time remembering to use the word mob. “Tell them to gather on the top of this mountain. I want even the endermen.”
“My lord, the endermen will be hard to convince. They are independent creatures you see. Shall I threaten them with your wrath?” the skeleton replied.
Herobrine chuckled again. “Use any means necessary. And from now on, you may call me ‘Lord Herobrine’”.
“It will be done, Lord Herobrine.”
As the skeleton turned around to leave, he located another spider and climbed on its back. Herobrine turned to face the mountain and smiled to himself. With a monster army, he would be invincible!
When Steve woke up in the morning, he couldn’t remember why he was excited. Then as he remembered what had happened the night before, he jumped out of bed and ate half a loaf of bread then ran out of his door. His dogs followed as he ran slowly down the mountain, careful not to fall.
At the bottom, he started to wander around until he found something. After thirty minutes, he found a crater in the ground where a creeper exploded. He looked around excitedly and found footprints in the grass. These matched his own footprints, and proved Steve’s hopes.
Steve followed the tracks, which led up a hill and into a forest. He had brought a map with him so that if he went far, he could find his way back. The wolves following him would offer great protection if he got into a sticky situation, so he didn’t worry about getting hurt. What did he have to worry about anyway?
Steve found the location where the footprints stopped and saw nothing. He frowned in confusion, but then spotted some a couple feet ahead. He walked over and found only two footprints. Another feet or so and he found another two. The only way that this was possible was with eyes of ender. But who could have so many? Whoever this was must have slain many endermen.
He kept following these tracks until they got so far apart that he couldn’t find the next set. He looked around angrily and then gave up all hope. He sighed. Maybe he would find this mystery player some other time soon.
He headed back towards the house using his map. It was almost nighttime, and he wanted to hurry back. He could hear the panting of wolves behind him as he sprinted home. He spotted his home from far away because of the glowstone shining through the window. The stars just started sowing themselves in the sky when he barged into his room. He sat the dogs down, and then put his stuff in a chest.
Steve sighed. He had had a long day that was a waste of time. Well, not a total waste. He did figure out that this player must be intelligent enough to use ender eyes, and to cover his tracks. Steve climbed up to his second floor and turned off his redstone lamp. He climbed into bed and doze off.
They would use tonight to prepare and would strike tomorrow night. The disadvantage to his army is that half of them could only strike at night, and once the creepers were done with their suicidal explosions, they would be gone. The creepers, endermen, and spiders could attack at any time, but it was to Herobrine’s advantage to strike when it was dark and all of his forces attack
Their plan was to gather up a number of skeletons and endermen, the most intelligent members of his army, and throw torches at Steve’s house. They would first kill those horrid beasts that he calls pets. The loss of his house and only friends would send him into a shock that he might never recover from.
By now the sun was fading into the night sky and fleeing under the horizon, and Herobrine hiked back to the mountain that he told Rathomir to meet him at. The skeleton was standing there with his spider next to him, but Herobrine frowned when he saw no army.
“Was your trip successful? Where is my army?” he demanded to Rathomir.
The skeleton smirked and said, “Oh it was successful alright, although we had to kill tens of endermen to get them to cooperate. I suppose you want to see it?”
Herobrine said, “No, I don’t want to see my army that I asked you to retrieve. DUH! Of course I want to see it!”
Rathomir nodded and beckoned for him up the mountain. His spider climbed up behind him and Herobrine followed. When they got to the top, Herobrine gasped in surprise. There at the foot of the mountain stood an army of titanic size. There were at least four million monsters down there, from endermen to creepers.
When the army saw Herobrine, they roared with cheer. Not all of the mobs could speak, but they understood when the bow of a skeleton was pointed at their face. They could also understand a command. Herobrine grinned in surprise and held his hand up. They stopped.
He started off a speech by saying, “Greetings my hairy, bony, and green friends. I am so glad we could meet here today. Thank you for cooperating; it makes my job easier and saves your life. Together we can achieve so much if we work together.”
The crowd applauded once again and stopped when they were told. “Let me start out tonight by telling you what all your special talents and weaknesses. I’ll begin with the skeletons. You are one of four species that can speak, the others being villagers, endermen, and players. Skeletons can shoot arrows from far away and can even shoot flaming arrows. Their weakness is that they burn in daylight.”
“Creepers are good because they are silent and can attack at any time. Their explosions can create considerable damage though they die when this happens. Spiders are fast, make good mounts, and can climb any height. They make good spies, but don’t pose much of a threat to players. Zombies make good soldiers, and have an average attack skill. They too burn up at day, and are pretty slow.”
“Last but not least, we have the endermen. These shy, shadowy creatures are very efficient because they are fast, strong, and can even teleport. Though they can live in daylight, they are damaged when touched with water. Those are all of our army members I believe.”
“Now that I have taken care of that, I can discuss to you why I have summoned you. I have a distaste for a certain player named Steve, and I want him taken down in style. After the target is down, I will form an empire with you guys as its army. Why will enslave the testificates, and we’ll control all. I know that the villagers know of portals to different dimensions, and we will add those to my empire. If anyone has a problem, they will be executed. I have no time for disloyalty.”
Herobrine watched, and it first thought they would disagree, but to his relief they chanted, “LORD HEROBRINE! LORD HEROBRINE!”. He smiled and turned to Rathomir. He told him his plan for tomorrow and gave him the rank of general. The new empire would rise, with Lord Herobrine and General Rathomir at the top!
As the chickens clucked nosily in their pens, Steve awoke with a chill. He didn’t know why, but he had a feeling something was happening; something very bad. Evil was afoot that night and Steve didn’t want to know what. He got out of bed and turned on a lamp, checked his clock, and saw that it was two hours past midnight. He went to the bottom floor to visit the pets.
As he stroked a cat’s fur, Steve took a glance out the window. There were no monsters in sight. This was a very rare occurrence, something that Steve had never seen before. Usually there was at least a spider or two in sight, but tonight there was nothing. It was quiet, too quiet.
Steve tried to fall asleep, but he just felt too uneasy. He decided to endure the night without sleep. It was a boring night and Steve heard no monster noises. He decided to read books until the sun rose. After long, the darkness of the night faded away and the sun appeared. He heard no death noises of zombies and skeletons burning.
Steve felt like traveling to the nearby village to visit with the testificates. Steve liked to go to the village storyteller and listen to a story. He fed the pets and got his gear out of the chest. He prepared for the small journey by packing food and tools.
He descended the mountain and into the large plain. It would take about an hour to get there, so he left the pets at home. They would tire too quickly and would just drag him back. He wanted to arrive there quickly so that he could return before night. He also wanted to see if tonight would be like last night, quiet and odd.
His feet felt tired after a half hour, so he took a break. He was almost through the plain and a forest loomed in front of him. He looked up at the sun to see that it was about two hours before noon, so it was too early to eat. He took out a snack of bread and gobbled it up. After another ten minutes of rest, he stood up, brushed the bread crumbs off of him, and started into the forest.
He liked forest biomes because they shielded him from the sun and kept him hidden from monsters at night. But they also made it harder for Steve to see monsters that had been alerted of his presence. Steve didn’t care right now though, because it was day and it would be easy to see if a creeper was coming.
It took him awhile to trek through the forest, because of all the trees. He saw no creepers, but this was no surprise as none spawned the night before. He emerged from the forest and into a desert after around forty minutes, longer than Steve had expected. The village stood right at the edge of the desert, and it was larger than most.
Steve ran over to the gravel path that the villagers had made, and the blacksmith that stood near the forge greeted him with much enthusiasm. The villagers loved when Steve visited because there were not many species that could talk with them. Steve was one of the few players in his realm, and he was the only one that had visited this village.
“Greetings Steve, we welcome you to our village of Forestview. I trust that you want to talk with the storyteller?” said the blacksmith, named Heatrender.
Steve nodded but also said, “I also have some emeralds for you, what can you give me for one?”
Heatrender replied by saying, “I’ll give you a diamond chestplate if you give me two emeralds or an iron chestplate for one.”
Steve handed him two green emeralds and the blacksmith ran inside. He came back out with a shiny new piece of blue armor, and Steve took it and they shook hands. Heatrender pointed him in the direction of the storyteller and he thanked him and ran.
As Steve traded bread with the village’s baker, he examined his new chestplate, which was his first diamond one. He took off his iron chestplate and replaced it with the new one. The baker, whose name was Mendi, handed him the five pieces of bread that he traded with his last emerald. They thanked each other, and then Steve walked to the storyteller’s hut.
He stopped in front of the door, and examined they place. It had changed position since the last time he saw it, and it was painted in a shiny new coat of orange paint. It was made mostly out of wooden planks, and the old storyteller made the paint out of mixing up flowers. Steve knocked on the door.
He heard a shout of “One minute!” and the door opened shortly after. There stood Bome, the storyteller. He was about seventy years old, and he was very tall and grasped a wooden cane. Steve knew that the other villagers were younger than him, and that they respected him.
He smiled when he saw Steve and beckoned for him to come in. Steve followed the old man inside.
“Welcome Steve, I am glad that you came! Let me make you a glass of milk and a plate of cookies. Why don’t you take a seat?” said Bome.
Steve sat down in the wooden chair in front of a table. He looked around the room in interest. His hut was only two rooms and a cellar, but he didn’t need much space. He stared at the painting on the wall that showed a creeper gazing forward. He got the chills just thinking about the green creatures.
Steve looked up as Bome walked in with a tray of two glasses of milk and a plate of eight cookies. With a sigh, Bome sat down in the chair in front of him. He handed Steve a glass of milk, and took one for himself. He crunched on a cookie, and when he swallowed it, he said, “I have an interesting story to tell you, my friend.”
“Excellent, inform them that I am about to make the speech,” Herobrine replied.
As the skeleton moved to tell the army, Herobrine ordered the lights to turn on. He squinted as the lighting changed from dim to bright, and turned to face the crowd. They had struggled to find a cave that would fit them all, and struggled even more to find it before day arrived. But they had succeeded.
“My friends, today we gather in peace. Tonight marks the starting point in my conquest of the many realms and dimensions of the world. I have already informed you that we will first rid the world of Steve, and that we will take over the universe. This cave will be our base during the day, and we will arm it with defenses. But for now, we must stay in hiding.”
The beasts cheered as their master walked off into the darkness.
Steve jumped up in surprise. “How can you know this?”
“We villagers have always been a quiet, observant type. We found the complete history of Minecraftia on an ancient relic. You have probably never heard this term, but that is what we call our realm. Anyway, the players were in enormous numbers. They worked together and built vast cities. They got along, until the war.”
“A war,” Steve asked. “There was a war?”
“Yes, a civil war amongst the players. It all started when they fought over what land people ruled over. As there were more and more bloody battles, an advanced race that we refer to as the ‘Sky Gods’ took over. They created multiple dimensions including our Nether and End. This realm, Minecraftia, remained the same, but the gods banished the players to different realms, where their numbers were fewer and they wouldn’t have to worry about the fighting.”
Steve gazed at Bome with interest. “What are the other realms?”
“There are many others, but some of the most famous are Powercraftia, the realm of war and weapons, and Flipcraftia, the peaceful realm of building. There are most likely thousands more, including the world of the Sky Gods. We call it the Aether, although we don’t know what its true name is.”
“We have recovered the portals to the Aether and Powercraftia, but the Flipcraftia portal still remains a mystery. Furthermore, we have no idea how to activate the portals. The portal frames lye deep underneath this village, in the stronghold in which we found the relic. You are the first outside of this village who we have told this to, so I hope you keep this a secret. I can take you to the site of the portals if you’d like.”
Steve nodded excitedly and jumped out of his chair. He rushed out of the hut, taking a cookie with him. As he gobbled down the food, he heard the clomping of Bome’s cane. The old villager walked slowly out of his home, and shut the door behind him. In addition to being the storyteller of the village, he also wore the lavender garments of the priest. He limped to the church and Steve followed close behind.
Bome had told him that when he had gone on an adventure in a stronghold many years ago, a silverfish had gnawed on his leg, causing him a painful injury. He always had to use a cane after this event, and the injury had never fully healed. Steve wondered if that was the stronghold that the relic had been found in.
Bome threw the door of the church open and went to the far side of it. He then started mumbling words in a language that Steve had never heard. He could not comprehend this exotic speech. He made a mental note to ask Bome about it later.
As soon as he finished speaking, the cobblestone in front of him shook and lowered, then went into a hole, revealing a ladder. These ladders extended at least seventy feet underground, and lead to the stone bricks of the stronghold. It was surrounded in dirt, which would hide the ladders if any villager was digging around it.
Bome told Steve to climb down in front of him, and Steve obeyed. The climb down took a little over a minute, and he touched the ground of the large underground fortress. The ground was cold on his bare feet, because he had decided to leave his iron boots at home as he did not plan on doing any fighting. Steve looked around.
The first thing he saw was the portal that lead to the End realm, where a dragon probably waited. He heard no silverfish, and came to the conclusion that they had all been killed. Iron bars and stone bricks surrounded him, and torches gave light to the room. Bome hit the ground behind him.
The first thing Steve said was, “What was that language you were using?”
Bome turned to face Steve and said, “The Sky Gods created all of the strongholds in this realm, but this one is extra special. Their language is required to unseal the entrance to the place, their former language anyway. They have slowly adapted to our language these past centuries.”
Steve nodded in understanding. “So I see the End portal. Is there anything special about the realm inside?”
“Yes, the dragon is twice the size and has twice the amount of strength, not to mention its crimson color. Nobody has been able to strike it down, although many have tried and were killed.”
Steve said, “I wonder if it is guarding something? Do the obsidian towers that lye inside have anything unique within their walls?”
“We don’t know, but that is a likely conclusion. The sky gods may have put some important information in there,” replied Bome.
Steve nodded and said, “So where is this relic of yours? Is it written in a form of hieroglyphs?”
“No, it is written in word form. I will take you to the relic; it is hidden far on the other side of this stronghold.”
With that, Bome walked off. Steve followed him eager to visit this relic that held the history of Minecraftia.
In a small cave, a figure cowered against a wall. The cave was only about fifteen feet wide and thirty feet long. The ceiling was low to the ground. The cave extended forward and then turned left to reveal a very small chamber with a wool bed. The figure had an explorer’s hat on and a small beard. His name was Pablo Punchwood, and his dog sat next to him.
“I hear a werewolf, Wilson,” Punchwood told his dog.
Pablo lived in an exotic section of Minecraftia where special mobs spawned such as wraiths, werewolves, sharks, and horses. His cave opened to air and he had no door, so he had to rely on the fact that he was hidden from sight. But if the werewolf smelled him or his dog, Pablo would be in trouble.
He had faced one of these beasts on his first night in this forsaken place. He was a citizen of a small player village, where a bunch of players lived. He knew there were few of his kind in this world so he was glad he was lucky enough to find such a place.
He had thought it would be cool to go out into the wild and survive on his own with nothing in his hand. He had called his little webcast “Man vs. Minecraft”, and he had done a season one before this. His plane that was left for him was low on fuel and it needed repairs, so he had to land here. This place was like nothing he had ever seen, with beasts that he could not live with.
This was only his second night in this land, but he was already shivering with fear from his first werewolf encounter. He had used an iron sword then, but by now he figured out gold would work best. Though he killed the beast, more appeared. During the day they were humans with ripped clothes, but during night they turned into berserk, wild, snarling beasts.
Now Pablo heard one, and his newly-found dog Wilson whimpered next to him. Pablo stroked his fur trying to comfort him, but it didn’t work. He was glad he had a companion, because his first season of surviving was lonely. He had found and tamed a wolf yesterday and named it Wilson.
Pablo wanted to sleep but that would be impossible with the howling that the werewolf made at all hours of the night. It was loud and shrill enough to wake the dead, although there were enough zombies and skeletons out there already. Punchwood tried lying on the wool but couldn’t shut his eyes. Maybe he would get to sleep soon.
As they walked through the stronghold, Bome told him more about it.
“We have a secret entrance to this place below our well, although that is only used for emergency purposes. We might install an iron door into a passage below the church. This would secure a room that would hold all of the books we have found in the stronghold and also the entrance to the place. That would make it tons easier to get in.”
Steve nodded and said, “Sounds like a good idea to me.”
It wasn’t a long walk to the site of the relic, and Steve saw that the stronghold opened into a cave. Usually he would see monsters, but he saw no such things. He also sighted the opening of an abandoned mine shaft, and Bome said it was not at all significant. The relic was inside of a chest in a building the villagers made to protect it. Bome spoke in the Sky God language and the traps that were placed around it disarmed.
“We learned how to use this language, called ‘Latin’ to set our own traps. It is quite useful,” said Bome.
He said something else in Latin and the iron door that stood at the center of the building opened automatically. They stepped inside and Steve examined his surroundings. Inside there were bookshelves filled with books and chests full of supplies. Steve couldn’t read any part of the books because they were written in a language that he assumed was Latin. He was about to ask Bome what they said, but he spoke in Latin again and waved his hands towards the chest.
The chest flew open and a book floated out towards Bome. He grabbed it in midair and opened it. He handed it to Steve and said, “Be very careful. This book is very old and fragile and if it is torn or dropped, you might ruin the whole relic.”
Steve nodded and took it out of his hands. He grunted in surprise as the relic fell into his arms. It was much heavier than any book that size ought to have been. He examined the text and sighed when he saw it was in Latin. The book carried the musty scent of mold. Some of the pages were lightly ripped, Steve could see. He carefully flipped to the next page and saw an illustration.
It was a colorful painting of a man, not in cube form like everything else in the world, but had a round head. He had a dark beard and wore a hat. He smiled and held an object in his hand that Steve had never seen before. It was in a square shape, but it glowed and showed an image on it, an image of a player being chased by a Creeper. In the background there were trees that were very unlike the ones in Minecraftia. They had round trunks and very different types of leaves. Under the image there was some text written in Latin.
“What does the caption say?” he asked Bome.
Bome replied, “It says ‘Notch, creator of the Minecraftian universe’. We found that to be a bit peculiar, and we don’t know what it means.”
Steve frowned and flipped to more pages until he found another illustration. He gasped when he saw this one, for it was a picture of players dueling with diamond swords and they wore red capes with creeper faces on the back of them. In the background, there was fire everywhere and half-destroyed buildings. Steve decided that it was the war.
Steve flipped a couple pages over and found another picture. This was a picture of a players floating in the sky with glowing flashes of light behind them. It appeared like they were getting sucked into these objects. At the bottom stood a figure that looked like this Notch figure and he held his hands out towards the glowing portals.
“That is the separation of the players. Notch, we assume, is the king of the Sky Gods, and he is moving all of the players. Okay, kindly hand me back the relic. We can’t keep it out in the open air for too long.”
Steve did so, and watched in horror as Bome threw the book into the air. To his relief it floated back to the chest and sealed itself inside. Bome gestured for him to follow him out of the door and Steve obeyed. After he said some commands in Latin the traps reactivated and the door closed. Then he led Steve close to the entrance and into a small room. Inside stood a Nether portal and a chest. The floor was covered in red netherrack, the main stone of the Nether. The netherrack was hot and smelled weird.
Bome said, “This is where we store our Nether portal. This portal has been running for dozens of centuries at the most. The Nether has a history of its own, but that information is irrelevant ant the moment. I just wanted to show you where this was. Now I’ll take you to the other portals.”
Bome led him out of the room and into the dark cave beyond the mine shaft. Steve grew nervous as a skeleton started shooting at them, but before he could take his sword out Bome waved a hand and it exploded into pieces of bones. Steve looked at him and he said, “That is a subject that I shall not mention right now.”
Steve sighed but nodded, as he respected Bome and his actions. Bome again waved a hand and some redstone lamps turned on. Steve looked around and saw that in the middle of the cave stood a hole with a ladder going down it.
“Let me go down first and deactivate the traps. I will have to do this one by one and I don’t want you getting in the way. Just wait up here and I’ll call you down soon,” Bome told Steve.
As Bome dropped his cane down to the bottom of the hole and started climbing down, Steve took out his diamond sword. If one skeleton came out, whatever thing kept them away last night must have disappeared. Steve wanted to be armed and ready when more monsters came out of the dark spots beyond the light of the lamps. Steve wished he had worn boots.
“Are my orders clear, general? Take a group of your best spider jockeys and confront him. Do not kill, just injure if necessary. Stop him from leaving. I will give you a map containing the precise area of his location. It is night at the moment, so go with haste. I will leave shortly after.”
Rathomir walked away to find his squad of spider jockeys. Herobrine turned around to face his army. “Now is our time to strike. I will give my most trusted soldiers torches but the others will just form a circle around the house. We will leave after General Rathomir departs on his mission.”
The cave boomed with applause as their lord finished his commands. Rathomir ran past Herobrine with many spider jockeys and out of the mouth of the cave. Herobrine followed him in a sprint and thousands of feet followed him out.
Steve sighed in relief and walked over to the ladder. He had been waiting for several minutes but it had seemed like hours. Now it was finally time for him to check out the portals.
As he was climbing down, a horrid thought occurred to him. It was probably night time already, which would mean he would have to spend the night. His pets were used to being fed twice a day, and once at night. When they noticed he was gone, they would panic and he did not want them to.
Steve shook away his thoughts as he reached the bottom. He looked around and saw that it was a large room but the ceiling was low. It was made of netherrack like the room above. He ran over to Bome and onto one of the only stone parts of the floor. He could not stand being on the netherrack as it burnt his feet.
Bome gestured to the large rectangular object on the floor. As he got closer, he saw that there were two of them. They both laid flat on the ground like an End portal. One was labeled “Powercraftia” and the other was labeled “Aether”. The first portal was made of a mysterious block that Steve was not familiar with and the second was made of glowstone.
As Steve examined the Powercraftia portal, Bome said, “We have not yet been able to define the block of this first portal. We think it is a material from the world of the Sky Gods. We do not know where the Flipcraftia portal is or how to activate any of them. Your guess is as good as mine.”
Steve said, “This first portal is oddly familiar to me. This block is white, black, and grey and is in such a pattern that I couldn’t forget it. But as to activating them I have no idea how.”
Bome went towards the ladder slowly and said, “We’d better get back to the village. You can sleep in my hut if you’d like.”
Steve nodded and took Bome’s cane from him as he started to climb up the ladder. When the old villager was half way to the top, Steve started to climb up. When he heard Bome shout at the top, he doubled his pace.
Steve also gasped when he reached the top. There, surrounding them in a circle, stood two dozen spider jockeys. He quickly handed Bome his cane and turned around to face the ones behind him. They all had their bows drawn and pointed at the two of them. Only one stood without a bow, and this one carried a sword.
The skeleton with the sword stepped forward. The sword was made out of a black substance, a substance Steve had never known swords could be made out of. In addition to his unique sword he also wore an olive-colored hat. On this hat stood four stars, which Steve assumed indicated a rank of importance. There was a solid black line under the stars, one that stretched all around the hat.
Bome turned around to see the skeleton as he hissed, “Greetings weaklings. My name is General Rathomir. I am pleased to see you gazing at me in fear, and if you continue to do so, you may leave unscathed. But if you choose not to cooperate, you will meet my sword. It is made of obsidian, which as you know is stronger than your puny diamond.”
Steve’s mind filled with questions, but he refrained from speaking. Instead he tried to think of an escape route. But as he scanned his surroundings, he found none. He looked at Bome and saw his eyes shut as if he was in pain.
He dared to whisper, “What is it? Are you alright?”
Bome shook his head and whispered back, “This is the start of something terrible. I feel that destruction is about to happen.”
Bome shouted in pain as Rathomir’s blade cut him on the cheek. “Shut up or die!” said the skeleton general. Steve took this moment of distraction to draw his own diamond sword and kill the mount of Rathomir. The skeleton hissed with anger and ordered the others to attack.
Steve pushed past Rathomir and ran towards the entrance, with Bome close behind. Several arrows hit the wall in front of him and he turned around to see the skeletons in full pursuit. Rathomir threw one of the skeletons off its spider and climbed on himself, smacking the spider on its head to make it go faster.
Steve exited the cave and ran into the stronghold, and an arrow hit his armor. It bounced off and hit the ground, and Steve sighed with relief. He allowed Bome to pass in front of him, as he wore no armor. The villager ran slower than him, so Steve had to adjust his speed.
Bome took out a small object and slurped up its contents. He turned around to give Steve one as he was running, and Steve had to sprint up to him as his speed increased. He took the speed potion from Bome’s hand and drank it. It tasted of honey. Steve laughed as he was able to double the spider’s speed in seconds.
As they turned around a corner, Steve spotted the ladder leading to the surface. He slowed his feet as they came up to it, and Bome climbed up as fast as he could. Several more arrows flew towards them, but if the aim of the skeletons didn’t improve they would be okay.
Steve grabbed the first bar on the ladder and then flew up it like a monkey. As he reached the top at the church, he looked down and grinned as the skeletons hissed in anger when they had to abandon their mounts to climb up. Bome gestured up as he ran to the ladder leading to the second floor of the church.
Steve pushed open the door to make it seem like they ran out, and then followed Bome up. They ducked under the window on the second floor and tried to hide their heavy breathing. They heard the skeletons run out of the door and saw them wander around the village. Steve smirked and saw them angrily walk into the woods.
Steve let out a deep breath and looked at Bome. He was lying against the wall and trying to breathe. Steve let him rest, and then asked, “So do you mind telling me what that was all about?”
Bome replied, “Well it seems someone has raised an army. Whether it was a player or mob, I don’t know. Also before you ask, I have no clue why they wanted us unless they were after the portals. Even then they could’ve checked them out as we ran away.”
A scary thought flashed into Steve’s mind. “What if they checked my house? My pets will not be at all safe with those monsters wandering around! I have to go see it!”
Bome grabbed Steve as he got up. “Not until day you aren’t. That general could be using your pets as bait and who knows who his boss is. Just wait for the sun to rise and then you can go see. But it would be safe to wait here for tonight.”
Steve sighed but silently agreed with him. He sat down next to Bome and prayed for day to come fast and his house to be safe. But unbeknownst to him, his house stood in flames several miles away and in front of it stood a cackling Herobrine.
I will try to have the third release finished by July 2nd, and the book done by the end of Summer. I hoped you enjoyed and I apologize for any typos made. I appreciate your feedback.
Thank you for your kind words.
Again, thanks!
Thanks, but I'm no mod developer.
Thanks, I might try this
Well then, I seem to have a visitor...
Zanza: Shulk, become my disciple, and you shall have all the fish and chips you desire.
Shulk. No! I want... to live in a world where everyone can have fish and chips! A WORLD WITHOUT YOU!
Fiora: That's right! Meyneth wanted everyone to have fish and chips!
Zanza: FISH AND CHIPS BELONG TO GODS!!!
Wow! I strongly encourage you to get this published (like in a book)!!!!!! Try to find a good company though, some can be a bit dodgy
If this does get published I will defiantly buy it!!!! Great job!