Glitch awoke to the sound of the chickens clucking impatiently. He brushed the grass of his jacket and stood up. The bucket of seeds he had been holding had spilled across the ground, and there was a burning smell coming from the farmhouse. There was smoke rising from the roof. "My bread!", exclaimed Glitch, as he ran into the house. He grabbed a bucket of water and spashed at the flames, desperately trying to control the blaze.
As the moon rose into the sky, he picked through the ashen remains of his home. The chests were unharmed, but his vault where he kept his prized possesions was destroyed. All he had left to his name was a leather cap, a stone sword and the cremated bread he had managed to pull from the furnace. He set out into the forest, with one mission: To start again...
The pathway through the forest was overgrown and broken. Glitch brushed the leaves aside. The sun had begun to rise, and in front of him a valley lay before him. The glistening quartz spires of a city stretched out before him, grasping at the first rays to cross the horizon. There was smoke rising from the chimney stacks of the smaller houses, and in the centre of the sprawl was Parleon Tower, a single spear rising above all the other buildings.
Parleon city was huge, three tiers of cramped city surrounding the central tower. Glitch pushed his way through the crowd, as people dashed about to the various market stalls around the streets. The lower areas were filthy, but as glitch climbed the white mountain, the roads grew cleaner, the air fresher, and the sky became more and more visible. Finally, he burst out of the third tier. The light of the midday sun burnt his eyes after being in the dark for so long. He stood on a wide avenue, where tall buildings swayed in the strong wind. He looked at the signs in front of them; Sips Co., Bedrock Mineral Research Facility, Honeydew Inc., Starlight Industries, Valeria Shipping Co. He eventually stopped outside a large obsidian building: The Ender Embassy.
Inside the building was cool, and shady. Glass let light pass through the centre of the building. The front desk was carved from obsidian, as if it was part of the building. There were doors positioned around the room, and a staircase going up. He went instincively to the third door and opened it. The room was lined with chests, each labeled with a name. He found his chest: Glitch Altaria, and pulled it open. Inside was a new pair of armour, a diamond sword and pickaxe, 5 fresh loaves of bread and a bottle filled with fine sand. He took them, and pulled a concealed lever behind the lid, it revealed a compartment in the base. There was an obsidian box, which he covered under his jacket, and a large silver coin. He took the coin and put it in his pocket.
As he left the building, he saw the building across the road, Bedrock Mineral Research Facility. It had a mysterious feeling around it, and it made Glitch uncomforable just looking at it.
Chapter 2: The Temple of Altaria
Running across the road, Glitch made his way to the Temple of Altaria. A statue of the sky god was stood over the door. He held a stone dagger in one hand, and a pickaxe in the other. Glitch knelt at the marble altar, and bowed his head. In his head he explored the world of his mind. There were vast fields of grass, immense fountains of water and beautiful lanterns lighting the dark night. He opened his eyes, enlightened and re-energised. Outside the temple, there was a small crowd of people. They had gathered around an elderly man who had fallen. The man stumbled to his feet, holding his head. He wore a brown cape and a hood; Glitch couldn't see his face. And then he disappeared. People in the crowd gasped in surprise, but Glitch was gone; already travelling home.
~
He had lived in the farmhouse with his parents for his whole life. Born and raised, he had learned to tend the crops and breed the animals. But, since they passed away, it had been left to him to look after. It was a tough job, and Glitch barely scraped a living selling the produce at the local market, but it was enough. He made his way through the forest, and up to what was left of the farmhouse. The fire had long since burned out, leaving a few wooden posts, charred black by smoke. It was quiet, the rays of the setting sun shone through the leaves, dyeing the scene a beautiful vermillion. Night was falling, and Glitch was without shelter. He went to the stables, took his old mule, Asterisk, and rode across the fields to the sheep pen. He sheared them quickly, and made a bed. He crawled into it as the night closed in around him, and fell asleep.
Glitch woke to the sound of a chest opening. He sat up and looked around. There was a dark, hooded figure hunched over the chest, rummaging around in his belongings. He pulled out a diamond, held it up into the rising sun, then stowed it in his bag. At his waist, he had a sword, so Glitch stayed quiet. Once the thief had finally left, Glitch got up to look at the damage. Most of his savings were gone; a handful of diamonds and his dad's golden helmet. Glitch was angry, but without the proper tools, there was nothing he could do. He found a cave in the woods, took his pick, and descended into darkness...
Chapter 3: The Ancients
The throne room of Eldrin was dark. The deep purple walls were lit perfectly by lava and flame. Eldrin, the Wither Lord, sat on his great throne, looking over the council. There were representatives from every kingdom; men from the Overworld, Sky Knights of the Aether, Goblins from Heim, Merfolk from the Aqua, and his twin generals, Vulcan and Magnus, representing the Nether. As usual the Ender representatives were absent. But first, he had a minion to deal with.
"Is it ready?", Eldrin asked.
"Not yet, Master Eldrin. It needs more time.", replied the minion, shaking with fear.
"We are all out of time."
"But Sir, if we send it out now th-"
"Do it! Or I'll put you on feeding duty."
"Y-Yes Master...",
His minion, Scorn, scurried away in fear. Eldrin stood up from his throne. Addressing his audience in a rasping voice, Eldrin spoke:
"You see! The power of the ancients has come to us! With the ultimate weapon, we can take control of anything we desire".
Magnus, a half-ling blaze, blew a fireball across the room and said, "We cannot use this weapon. It is far from under our control."
"And I suppose you have a solution, do you?" asked Eldrin.
"Magnus is right, Eldrin", Vulcan said, "We can't control it. If we release it now, there will be nothing that can stop it."
"That's exactly the point! It is unstoppable, undefeatable, and completely under MY control. ALL BEINGS BOW BEFORE THE WITHER LORD", Eldrin's voice boomed through the fortress. Blue energy crackled across his bones as he spoke. The entire room cowered in fear.
A voice, quiet but powerful, rose from the back of the room, "Do you think that your power can help you against this beast! You must be mad! The Ancient's power is beyond our comprehension!"
"The Ancients were weak! Their power is now mine!"
"Then it is true; the Wither Lord has lost his mind."
"You dare challenge my strength?"
"I dare to challenge you because although you have power, you are weaker than you can imagine".
The owner of the voice stepped into the light. The crowd parted, then fell back in fear. From under a green cloak, a smile could be made out.
"So it is you, Arcus, leader of the race of men. You of all people know not to challenge me!"
Arcus dropped his hood, revealing his dashing features. His long blond hair flowed behind him, and he exuded an aura of power. His green robes, a symbol of his leadership of the Overworld, were trimmed in gold. He spoke louder now, in an imposing tone.
"The race of men has fought valiantly against tyranny since the dawn of time. And as we have conquered our enemies in the past, so to shall we defeat you." He threw his gauntlet down. "You may take up the challenge, my champion against yours, or you can submit yourself to the leadership of the King."
Eldrin dropped down from his stage, and picked up the gauntlet. "I accept your challenge. You will have until the first snow in your kingdom to select a champion."
"Excellent. But a word of caution. Do not underestimate the power of men. For it was us that vanquished the Ancients in the old times, and it is us who shall do the same to you."
At that, Arcus strode from the throne room, and through the portal.
"This meeting is adjourned. The next council shall be held in the Aether on the Winter Solstice. The council is dismissed" said the Administrator.
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That is a good beginning you have there.
However I would like to see more details about the persons in the story, not saying how somebody looks and later telling it often interferes with the picture readers have in their heads about the person, just an advice.
I am curious how this story develops.
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Glitch awoke to the sound of the chickens clucking impatiently. He brushed the grass of his jacket and stood up. The bucket of seeds he had been holding had spilled across the ground, and there was a burning smell coming from the farmhouse. There was smoke rising from the roof. "My bread!", exclaimed Glitch, as he ran into the house. He grabbed a bucket of water and spashed at the flames, desperately trying to control the blaze.
As the moon rose into the sky, he picked through the ashen remains of his home. The chests were unharmed, but his vault where he kept his prized possesions was destroyed. All he had left to his name was a leather cap, a stone sword and the cremated bread he had managed to pull from the furnace. He set out into the forest, with one mission: To start again...
The pathway through the forest was overgrown and broken. Glitch brushed the leaves aside. The sun had begun to rise, and in front of him a valley lay before him. The glistening quartz spires of a city stretched out before him, grasping at the first rays to cross the horizon. There was smoke rising from the chimney stacks of the smaller houses, and in the centre of the sprawl was Parleon Tower, a single spear rising above all the other buildings.
Parleon city was huge, three tiers of cramped city surrounding the central tower. Glitch pushed his way through the crowd, as people dashed about to the various market stalls around the streets. The lower areas were filthy, but as glitch climbed the white mountain, the roads grew cleaner, the air fresher, and the sky became more and more visible. Finally, he burst out of the third tier. The light of the midday sun burnt his eyes after being in the dark for so long. He stood on a wide avenue, where tall buildings swayed in the strong wind. He looked at the signs in front of them; Sips Co., Bedrock Mineral Research Facility, Honeydew Inc., Starlight Industries, Valeria Shipping Co. He eventually stopped outside a large obsidian building: The Ender Embassy.
Inside the building was cool, and shady. Glass let light pass through the centre of the building. The front desk was carved from obsidian, as if it was part of the building. There were doors positioned around the room, and a staircase going up. He went instincively to the third door and opened it. The room was lined with chests, each labeled with a name. He found his chest: Glitch Altaria, and pulled it open. Inside was a new pair of armour, a diamond sword and pickaxe, 5 fresh loaves of bread and a bottle filled with fine sand. He took them, and pulled a concealed lever behind the lid, it revealed a compartment in the base. There was an obsidian box, which he covered under his jacket, and a large silver coin. He took the coin and put it in his pocket.
As he left the building, he saw the building across the road, Bedrock Mineral Research Facility. It had a mysterious feeling around it, and it made Glitch uncomforable just looking at it.
Chapter 2: The Temple of Altaria
Running across the road, Glitch made his way to the Temple of Altaria. A statue of the sky god was stood over the door. He held a stone dagger in one hand, and a pickaxe in the other. Glitch knelt at the marble altar, and bowed his head. In his head he explored the world of his mind. There were vast fields of grass, immense fountains of water and beautiful lanterns lighting the dark night. He opened his eyes, enlightened and re-energised. Outside the temple, there was a small crowd of people. They had gathered around an elderly man who had fallen. The man stumbled to his feet, holding his head. He wore a brown cape and a hood; Glitch couldn't see his face. And then he disappeared. People in the crowd gasped in surprise, but Glitch was gone; already travelling home.
~
He had lived in the farmhouse with his parents for his whole life. Born and raised, he had learned to tend the crops and breed the animals. But, since they passed away, it had been left to him to look after. It was a tough job, and Glitch barely scraped a living selling the produce at the local market, but it was enough. He made his way through the forest, and up to what was left of the farmhouse. The fire had long since burned out, leaving a few wooden posts, charred black by smoke. It was quiet, the rays of the setting sun shone through the leaves, dyeing the scene a beautiful vermillion. Night was falling, and Glitch was without shelter. He went to the stables, took his old mule, Asterisk, and rode across the fields to the sheep pen. He sheared them quickly, and made a bed. He crawled into it as the night closed in around him, and fell asleep.
Glitch woke to the sound of a chest opening. He sat up and looked around. There was a dark, hooded figure hunched over the chest, rummaging around in his belongings. He pulled out a diamond, held it up into the rising sun, then stowed it in his bag. At his waist, he had a sword, so Glitch stayed quiet. Once the thief had finally left, Glitch got up to look at the damage. Most of his savings were gone; a handful of diamonds and his dad's golden helmet. Glitch was angry, but without the proper tools, there was nothing he could do. He found a cave in the woods, took his pick, and descended into darkness...
Chapter 3: The Ancients
The throne room of Eldrin was dark. The deep purple walls were lit perfectly by lava and flame. Eldrin, the Wither Lord, sat on his great throne, looking over the council. There were representatives from every kingdom; men from the Overworld, Sky Knights of the Aether, Goblins from Heim, Merfolk from the Aqua, and his twin generals, Vulcan and Magnus, representing the Nether. As usual the Ender representatives were absent. But first, he had a minion to deal with.
"Is it ready?", Eldrin asked.
"Not yet, Master Eldrin. It needs more time.", replied the minion, shaking with fear.
"We are all out of time."
"But Sir, if we send it out now th-"
"Do it! Or I'll put you on feeding duty."
"Y-Yes Master...",
His minion, Scorn, scurried away in fear. Eldrin stood up from his throne. Addressing his audience in a rasping voice, Eldrin spoke:
"You see! The power of the ancients has come to us! With the ultimate weapon, we can take control of anything we desire".
Magnus, a half-ling blaze, blew a fireball across the room and said, "We cannot use this weapon. It is far from under our control."
"And I suppose you have a solution, do you?" asked Eldrin.
"Magnus is right, Eldrin", Vulcan said, "We can't control it. If we release it now, there will be nothing that can stop it."
"That's exactly the point! It is unstoppable, undefeatable, and completely under MY control. ALL BEINGS BOW BEFORE THE WITHER LORD", Eldrin's voice boomed through the fortress. Blue energy crackled across his bones as he spoke. The entire room cowered in fear.
A voice, quiet but powerful, rose from the back of the room, "Do you think that your power can help you against this beast! You must be mad! The Ancient's power is beyond our comprehension!"
"The Ancients were weak! Their power is now mine!"
"Then it is true; the Wither Lord has lost his mind."
"You dare challenge my strength?"
"I dare to challenge you because although you have power, you are weaker than you can imagine".
The owner of the voice stepped into the light. The crowd parted, then fell back in fear. From under a green cloak, a smile could be made out.
"So it is you, Arcus, leader of the race of men. You of all people know not to challenge me!"
Arcus dropped his hood, revealing his dashing features. His long blond hair flowed behind him, and he exuded an aura of power. His green robes, a symbol of his leadership of the Overworld, were trimmed in gold. He spoke louder now, in an imposing tone.
"The race of men has fought valiantly against tyranny since the dawn of time. And as we have conquered our enemies in the past, so to shall we defeat you." He threw his gauntlet down. "You may take up the challenge, my champion against yours, or you can submit yourself to the leadership of the King."
Eldrin dropped down from his stage, and picked up the gauntlet. "I accept your challenge. You will have until the first snow in your kingdom to select a champion."
"Excellent. But a word of caution. Do not underestimate the power of men. For it was us that vanquished the Ancients in the old times, and it is us who shall do the same to you."
At that, Arcus strode from the throne room, and through the portal.
"This meeting is adjourned. The next council shall be held in the Aether on the Winter Solstice. The council is dismissed" said the Administrator.
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Feel free to give feedback on the story. More coming soon...
My CTM Maps
http://www.minecraftforum.net/forums/mapping-and-modding/maps/2406326-ctm-collection-thelegominers-ctm-maps
(I'm a miner, deal with it.)
I'm kinda lacking motivation... But suddenly! An update
Np. This is awesome!
My CTM Maps
http://www.minecraftforum.net/forums/mapping-and-modding/maps/2406326-ctm-collection-thelegominers-ctm-maps
(I'm a miner, deal with it.)
However I would like to see more details about the persons in the story, not saying how somebody looks and later telling it often interferes with the picture readers have in their heads about the person, just an advice.
I am curious how this story develops.