Finally! I know some of you have been waiting for this time. The first two chapters have been released! You can post your comments about what you think. Do you LIKE IT, LOVE IT, DISLIKE IT, DESPISE IT? Please comment! ~~DreadMage
The Creator stood in the command room, surveying the screens, taking notes. It was a normal day, watching for signs of trouble in Minecraftia. The Creator moved on Screen 1876 and looked at the application next to it.
OFFICIAL REGISTRATION FOR WORLD PLAYING
Date of Registration: 8/12/2031
Title of User: Tobias869
Title of World: Untitled
World Seed: 78163587390
Notes: Newly created world, purposes unknown, nothing under construction
The Creator finished looking over the notes and moved on to the next screen. He was not expecting anyone, so when he heard the rattle of the transportation beam, he was surprised. Out of the beam appeared a strange man. He wore a gray cap and leather jacket. The man also wore jeans and shoes with a buckle on it. Looks like another strange player, The Creator thought. The stranger approached him, and bowed slightly.
"Hello there," he said with a grin. "I'm here to...um...play one of your...worlds." The hesitation made The Creator curious. Why was he acting so strangely.
"You are Notch, correct?" the stranger questioned.
The Creator said nothing for a moment, but finally nodded. "Fill out a registration form," Notch told him plainly.
But the man did not move. Instead, he continued to stare at the creator. "Can I have a look at your...um...seed?" asked the man.
Notch hesitated. What was up with this guy? "Uh...I guess so," he hesitated.
Slowly, he led the newcomer across the room to a code-locked door. Quickly, Notch punched in the code, and the door slid open. The two of them entered a small room. Large pots stood on shelves lining the shelves. Some sprouts were growing out of the seeds. The man scouted out the room, looking for the right plant. Notch watched with intent. Should I be concerned about this man?
The Creator dismissed the thought. Stuff like this usually happens...but I still have a strange feeling... The man stopped in front a short shelf, where only four pots stood. He checked them over, and then chose the right one. "I want this one," the man said sternly. Notch walked over to him and surveyed the seed. It read: 1CH_9A60_O7_S_.
Notch looked surprised. How did he know about this seed? "I'm sorry," The Creator told the man. "You cannot use that seed."
Notch expected the man to be disappointed, but he wasn't. Instead, the man did not react badly at all. "Can I offer you a drink?" the man asked sweetly.
What is up with this man? But I have to admit...I am parched.
"I guess one drink wouldn't hurt," Notch decided.
The man smiled as he reached inside a coat pocket. He pulled out a small bottle with pinkish liquid inside. The man pulled out two small bowls. He poured the drink into the bowls and waited for Notch to take his. The man only pretended to drink, and watched The Creator gulp his down. Notch's expression changed. He seemed confused, dazed even. The man grinned savagely. Notch stumbled forward, and almost fell.
"Now, Notch," the man said. "I believe I'd like my seed now."
He watched deviously as The Creator grabbed the seed he had previously denied the man of. The man chuckled devilishly. Notch handed the man the seed. "Thank you," said the man, and exited the vault.
He went back to the transporter beam and vanished from the room. The man appeared in a large room, inside a manor. The door opened, and a small, hunchbacked man appeared. "Master wishes to see you, McDelvin." McDelvin nodded, and followed the hunchback out of the room. They crossed the hall to a large dining chamber. In a large, leather sofa chair sat a tall man with a bald head and large fists.
"McDelvin!" he praised. "I believe your mission went well?" McDelvin grinned as he nodded. He held out the potted plant.
"You were right, Master. The Potion of Influence worked. The Seed of Chaos is ours."
The sun rose gently over the horizon, bringing light to Minecraftia. The pleasant hills teemed with wildlife. Animals grazed peacefully on the warm day in late summer. On top of one of the hills sat a large, cobblestone house. The lights were all turned on, and small noises could be heard from inside.
Grant rose from bed graciously, awaking from a spirit lifting dream of gushing waterfalls and growing plant life. He yawned and stretched. On the floor, his dog, Frost, let out a small whimper as she too awoke. Grant jumped out of bed and gazed out the open window. It was another fine morning. Lance's house always has the best views, Grant thought. And then he remembered something. His friend Lance was no longer with him. He had been killed in the End by Grant's former friend, Cole. Lance...if only he was still here. I miss him a lot. Why does life has to be filled with devastation?
Grant sighed and walked away from the window. He opened the oak door and stepped into the second floor corridor. The door across the hall opened, and Kial stepped out of his room.
"'Morning," he said with a yawn.
Frost trotted over to Grant's leg and began rubbing against Kial's leg. "Did you sleep well?" Grant asked.
"Hardly," Kial told him, stretching his arms.
They headed down the hall to Jay's room. Her door was already open. "She must be downstairs," Grant commented. The two of them thumped down the stairs to the kitchen. The enticing aroma of meat sizzling in the furnace awaited them. Jay was rushing to cut fruit equally onto three plates.
"Take it easy," Kial joked, turning around the counter to help her.
Kali, Jay's cat, was curled up on a chair, purring softly. Grant gently stroked the cat. Then, he went over to finish the fruit cutting because Jay was immediately taken away by the buzzing from the furnace. The apples were easy enough. Grant divided them up onto the plates. Jay came back holding a platter of cooked pork chops and steak.
"I didn't know you could cook," Grant marveled.
Jay chuckled. "I hope I did it correctly," she replied.
Grant took the apple slices and a piece of steak. He sat down at the kitchen counter and dug in. Grant never could've enjoyed Jay's meals better. The savory meat was cooked to perfection, and the apples were neatly cut.
"It's amazing," Grant told her.
Jay smiled, and turned back to cut the pork chops into pieces. Grant noticed that Frost was sitting next to his chair, her tail wagging. Grant complied, and gave Frost a slice of steak. She gobbled it down thankfully, and trotted off down the hall. Grant finished off the apple slices and went to help Jay clean up. "Do we have anything planned for today?" Kial questioned.
"I don't know," Grant said, scooping some left-over beef into a chest.
Jay responded, "Well, I was thinking we could take a look at that book, like I said yesterday."
"Oh yeah," Kial mumbled.
"Have you discovered anything new?" Grant asked.
Jay shook her head. "There's no way to find out," she said plainly.
Grant thought. How could there be a way? There has to be something I remember... Grant finally remembered something. But he didn't know how to bring it up. "Do you remember what Cole said?" he commented. Jay and Kial gave him nervous glances. After all, Cole used to be their friend. "You have to need the Redstone Sword for it to work. He said the book works the same way. We can use that to find out any news."
No one responded for what seemed like a minute. "It's worth a shot," Jay said softly. Once cleaning was finished, the group met in the parlor. Grant and Jay sat on the sofa, Kial on a chair close by. The Ancient Craft was closed on Grant's lap.
Grant took a deep breath. He closed his eyes and spoke out loud. "I need information."
But he felt nothing. The book did not stir. "How is it not working?" Grant asked.
"Check inside the book yourself," Kial suggested.
Grant turned the pages. The first page was about the Potion of Influence. The page looked normal, except for a line of blue ink sprawled on the bottom. Grant looked closer.
Do not underestimate the power of influence, for even the mightiest and most noble can become its prey.
"What does it say?" Jay questioned. Grant read the line out loud.
"What does that mean?" Kial asked, confusion on his face. Grant had no explanation himself. Jay did not have one either.
"Let's check out some other pages," Grant said. He turned to the next page. They did not need to look at the Ender Gem. It had been destroyed in the End. Grant turned the page. It was entitled: The Flare Bow. The page was normal. "We still need that one, but there is no extra information on it."
"Maybe there's no new information on it," Jay guessed.
Grant decided to go with that solution. The next page was about the Redstone Sword. Grant was about to flip the page when he saw a line scrawled on the bottom, just like on the Potion of Influence page.
Power can lead to glory, yet it is how you use that glory that can lead to power.
Grant frowned. That line made no sense at all. Jay and Kial had no solution as to what it meant as well. The page on the Obsidian Armor was empty as well. There was only one page left. Grant turned it. The title read: The Seed of Chaos.
Grant looked at the page. "It's blank!" he exclaimed. Kial switched over to sit next to Grant. He glared at the page.
"Why would it be blank?" he questioned.
"How would I know?" Grant commented. He continued to stare at the empty page. Why would it be blank? There had to be a reason. Grant just didn't know what.
"How are we supposed to find out what this means?" Jay asked in frustration. "Something must be up if the page is blank."
"You're right," Grant agreed. "There has to be a way." Grant looked up at the ceiling, trying to think of something.
"Should we try it again?" Kial interrogated. Grant decided it was worth a shot. He closed the book and spoke to the cover.
"We need information regarding the Seed of Chaos."
Just like the last time, the book did not move. Grant turned to the correct page. Once again, it remained blank. Grant slammed the book closed in frustration. "Maybe we shouldn't be worrying about that right now," Jay thought. "There is something regarding the Potion of Influence. Remember?" Grant nodded. He began reciting the sentence in his mind. Do not underestimate the power of influence, for even the mightiest and most noble can become its prey. But what does it mean?
"There's something about the Redstone Sword, too," Kial added. "But, we already have it. Why would it give us information on it?"
"Maybe it's telling us how to use it," Jay suggested.
Grant summarized the sentence about the sword in his head as well. And suddenly, it all made sense. "I got it!" he exclaimed. "Power can lead to glory, yet it is how you use that glory that leads to power. It means: if we use the sword for good, it can exchange its full power with us."
"Yes," Jay mumbled in agreement.
"But in what way can we use it for good?" Kial questioned.
That part was left undecided, for the moment. "We need to take action," Grant proclaimed. "I think the first thing we should do is find out more about the Potion of Influence. We need someone that is good with that kind of stuff...I don't know anyone. Do you?"
Jay did not seem to. But Kial answered quickly. "How about a witch?"
A witch... "Yes!" Grant said enthusiastically. "Kial, that's a great idea! And there's a swamp nearby too!" Their first step had been finalized.
"Aren't witches dangerous?" Jay asked, her eyebrows raised.
Grant confessed, "They can be. But it's our best shot." Jay gave in and went off to make preparations.
Grant hurried the stairs. He strolled down the hallway to his room. Grant rummaged through the large chest for supplies. He tossed aside some extra wood and examined more important things. His old stone sword sat there, neatly kept at the bottom of the chest. Grant wouldn't need it. After all, he had the most powerful sword ever built. He pushed the stone blade away, and picked up the Redstone Sword.
It felt like magic in his hands. Grant felt a tingling sensation in his fingertips. The sword felt alive. Grant held in his grip and took a pretend swing at an enemy. The Redstone Sword felt incredible. Grant felt a presence behind him. He turned to see Jay standing in the doorway. "Are you sure you need that?" she asked seriously. "Really, we're just going to a witch's house and coming right back. What could happen? Plus, what if the witch is evil and steals it from you. That wouldn't be too good, wouldn't it?"
Grant had to agree, she had a point. "Yeah, all right," he grumbled. He placed the Redstone Sword back in the chest, and took out the stone one. Grant did not feel the same electricity like he did with the Redstone Sword. The stone one felt dull, out of place. Grant sighed, and followed Jay out the doorway.
But she was right. There would be in no danger. It would be perfectly safe. But still, Grant could not dismiss the feeling that something bad was about to happen.
Grant could feel the soothing feeling of the wind as he closed the door behind him. The sun bore down on him with a relaxing sensation. Frost was sitting at Grant's side, her tongue protruding from her mouth joyously. The Ancient Craft was tucked neatly inside a coat pocket. Grant also had his stone sword sheathed onto his belt.
He joined Kial and Jay on the grass. Jay had her bow and arrows attached to her side. Kial had his iron sword hidden somewhere on him. Kali, Jay's cat, was rubbing against Jay's legs, purring softly. Grant smiled. Just like old times... They were off on another adventure. Grant felt like it was a part of his life now, his calling. Grant nodded at his friends. "Ready," he declared.
"It might take a while to find the witch," Jay explained. "It could take hours. So, I packed up some food and water to keep us in good condition." Grant nodded again and grinned. Jay, always prepared... Grant tightened the strap of his survival pack. He never felt better.
"I still wish Lance was with us," Jay said glumly. "He was always good at these things." No one responded. Jay was right, Lance was most likely the best adventurer Minecraftia had ever known. Now....he was dead. Grant felt a hole in his heart. Lance was more than an adventurer...he was a friend. Grant missed him. He wished Lance was still there.
But Grant knew that they had to go on without him. "Lance would've liked us to go on," Grant pronounced softly. Jay and Kial gave him approving looks. Grant could see that Jay was on the verge of tears. He must've really meant a lot to her. There was awkward silence for a few moments. Grant felt a lump in his throat, and tried to bring it back down.
Finally, Kial broke the silence. "I guess we should get going, then." There was no reaction on Jay's face. Instead, she turned and began treading down the hill. Grant, Kial, and Frost followed closely behind. The steep slopes surprisingly caused little trouble for the group. They travelled through the plains with ease. The group soon stumbled upon a pool of glimmering water. Grant felt a memory coming to him. Only a few days before, this was where Grant and Cole had a confrontation. Cole had stormed off, and was never to be seen again until his triumph over the Dragon and his death in the End. Cole had been a good friend...until the power got to him.
Grant took in a deep breath. "Are you coming, Grant?" he heard Jay call. Grant turned to see that Jay and Kial had gotten nearly twenty blocks away without noticing Grant was still by the water. He came to his senses and hurried over to his friends.
"Sorry," he grumbled. They were now at the edge of the swamp. The tainted water reminded Grant of the time when they had to sleep in that unsanitary place. Grant looked at the trees, which were drooling with vines. Grant couldn't come up for an explanation as to why a witch would choose a swamp to live in. To Grant, it was like an oversized garbage pile. He followed his friends inside the dripping marsh. They twisted around trees, and jumped over streams of dark water. The humidity seemed to pick up the farther they trekked into the swamp. Grant could feel his face burning. he wiped a sweaty hand across it, and tried to get his breathing back to normal. Grant's knees were also getting weak from the long travelling.
"We should take a break here," Jay suggested, plopping down onto the ground. Grant was relieved to finally relax. He lied right on his back. Jay passed out some water and bread. Grant was so weak, he ate two slices of bread, and chugged down nearly a quarter of the water. When he done, Grant passed the bottle back to Jay, who put it in her leather pack. Grant closed his eyes and rested for a few minutes. When he was satisfied, he got to his feet.
"The witch's hut should be around here," Kial declared. "It's almost as if I can sense it. Can't you feel it?" Grant gazed around the swamp. It was quiet. No thought crossed Grant's mind. That's when he felt it...a soft sensation of small particles, swarming around him. It felt....incredible.
"Yeah," Grant marveled. "It's almost as if there's a touch of magic in the air." Grant could not describe how amazed he was.
"I feel as if it's coming from there," Jay pointed out. She was pointing west. Grant could sense it too. They were close. Grant quickly followed Jay through the swamp. They splashed through mucky water that went up to their knees. Grant's legs were soaked by the time they reached land. But the water didn't stop them. They continued on, guided by an unseen anomaly. Grant felt peace swelling inside of him. He could feel magic working itself inside his veins. Grant never felt such an amazing sensation.
The group turned around another bend. And there it was. A small structure made of spruce wood stood in front of them. There was a window pane hanging on the side of the hut. An open doorway greeted them only four blocks away. Grant could see smoke bellowing from inside the hut. At first, Grant felt joy. But all that changed. Suddenly, everything turned dark. The sky turned to a deathly gray.
Grant looked around, perplexed. What was going on? Shadows danced through the trees, mocking them. Grant felt his heart thudding in his chest. He unsheathed his sword, and gazed towards the hut. A figure was standing in the doorway. It was a small person, a cane guiding the figure. The person stuck out a finger, pointing it directly at Grant. Sharp pain suddenly struck him, almost as if he had been punched. Grant flew backwards, the wind knocked out of him. He struggled to breathe, but only raspy wheezes escaped Grant's lips. Grant turned to see Jay and Kial on the ground beside him, them too struggling to breathe. Jay's eyes met Grant's, and then everything went black.
The sky was filled with a violet hue. A man with jeans and a leather jacket looked up at the it. He smiled nervously, and stepped forward into the desert. The heat did not seem to affect the man. He strolled through the canyons confidently. The man came to a small stream, but did not stop to drink. Instead, he continued on over a desert hill. The man's eyes met a group of structures in the distance. He headed towards the village. It must've been too hot to be outside, for there were no villagers in sight. The man passed several buildings before stopping in front of a large, spruce wood house. He did not knock. Instead, the man pushed open the door forcefully. The door slammed against the wall, emitting a large thud. The man stormed into the room. A villager, who was examining a bookshelf, wheeled around in surprise. In an instant, the man grabbed the villager by the tunic and threw him onto the floor. The villager wheezed in pain. The man with the leather jacket did not show any sign of remorse. "What do you want?" the villager asked in terror. The man grimaced. He stepped towards the villager. "I have come for information, Mister Dulin," he remarked. Mister Dulin looked up, wide-eyed. The man continued. "After all, you are the renowned writer of The Ancient Craft." Mister Dulin did not respond. Panic filled his face. "Y-Yes," he finally managed. The stranger snickered. "Where is the book?" he questioned sternly. Mister Dulin shivered in fright. "I....do not know," he choked out. Rage filled the man's eyes. He kicked his leg into the villager's shins. Mister Dulin squealed, tears of agony coming from his eyes. "Tell me!" the stranger roared. Mister Dulin shook his head. "The last known owner was my friend, Kaleel. But he's dead. He was killed during a siege. Someone else must have it now." The man looked unsatisfied. Mister Dulin waited for him to strike again. But the blow didn't come. Through clenched teeth, the stranger spoke. "I will let you live, Mister Dulin....for now. If you happen to find the user of the book, you must not let him go, or else you'll be sorry." Mister Dulin nodded quickly, hoping to get out of the situation. "Good day, Mister Dulin. Do not forget, Sergei McDelvin will be waiting." And with that, the man named McDelvin led himself out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Grant snapped his eyes open. That was not just an ordinary dream. It was a vision. Grant had had several visions before. But there was something about this dream that Grant could not stop thinking about. After all, you are the renowned writer of The Ancient Craft. Grant thought, That means that the writer is still alive. Maybe he can tell us about the blank page!
But what about this McDelvin guy? He seemed odd. Why would he want the book in the first place? Grant could not stop worrying. Something must be up. I just have to figure out what. Suddenly, Grant's mind snapped back into reality.
He was lying on a soft bed in a miniature room. The only other furniture in the room was a chest and a painting of a valley with sheep grazing within. Where am I? Grant got to his feet. The wood plank floors creaked. Grant heard shuffling from outside the door. Someone was coming. He gazed at the door, his heart thumping. With a squeal, the door swung open. The small figure with the cane came into the room. She has come back to kill me.
Grant reached for his sword, but realized it was not there. The person in the doorway chuckled in a high-pitched voice. "Trust me, child," she declared. "I will not hurt you. All of your things can be found in that chest over there."
The woman hobbled over towards Grant. Grant still did not feel safe. He took a step back. "If you're not going to hurt us, then how come you attacked us outside your hut?"
The woman halted and eased on her cane. "There are many things within the swamp, terrible things," the witch responded. "The darkness can corrupt you. You were already allowing it to enter your mind. I had to quickly perform a cleansing to conjure the evil out of your body."
Grant felt a chill run down his spine. So that magic in the air....it was evil. Grant immediately thought of Jay and Kial. "Are my friends okay?" Grant asked.
The witch nodded. "They are still resting, I believe," she replied. Grant let out a breath. At least everyone was safe. "Your animals are also being taken care of," the woman assured. Grant tried to let out a smile.
"Now, let us get to more important matters," pronounced the witch. "Why have you come to visit me?"
Grant sat back down on the bed. "Do you know anything about The Ancient Craft?" Grant questioned, eyeing the witch.
The frail elder smiled. "I am indeed well aware of it," she answered.
"Well," Grant continued. "Um....can you tell me anything about the Potion of Influence?"
"Of course I can tell you, child," the witch said. "You have come to the right place, for I am the creator of that very potion."
Grant's jaw dropped. "You?" he asked in amazement. The witch nodded. "I thought Notch and the others made them."
"The Creator came to me for assistance," the witch explained. "I was one of the best potion makers around. At that time, I was known for my elixirs of Healing and Fire Resistance." Grant stared at the witch, wide-eyed. He could not believe it.
Grant told the witch, "We need to obtain it before it falls into the wrong hands." The witch nodded in understanding.
"You do seem like one of those 'hero' folk," she interrupted. "I am afraid I cannot help you much in finding it. But I know someone who can. Do you know who that is?"
Grant immediately answered, "Mr. Dulin?"
"Precisely," said the witch. "He lives in a village a ways away. I can give you a strengthening potion to assist you on the journey."
"That won't be necessary," Grant thanked. "Thanks for all the help." The witch said a quiet 'you're welcome'. Grant rummaged through the chest and grabbed his sword, food, and water. Then, he followed the witch out of the room. They entered a large parlor with a few chairs. Jay and Kial were standing by one of them, chatting nervously.
"There you are!" Jay exclaimed. Grant nodded a greeting. Frost trotted over and wagged her tail. Kali was slinking over towards Jay.
"Where do we go next?" Kial questioned, holding his iron sword.
"We have to see Mr. Dulin," Grant replied. "He's the author of The Ancient Craft. He can tell us where to find the Potion of Influence."
"That's great!" declared Jay. "Well, we better get going." The three of them grabbed their things and left the hut. Grant made sure to give the witch a final farewell before stepping into the blazing sun.
As the group moved on, the dark magic of the swamp continued to press on them severely. But for some reason, Grant felt safe....protected. The witch's magic must be protecting me.
"What's the immediate plan?" Kial questioned. "Do we head straight to this guy's house?"
Grant told him, "We need to get back to the house first. Mister Dulin's house is supposed to be on the other side of the world. I want my Redstone Sword in case we run into any trouble." The group passed over a narrow stream as they talked.
The overgrown vegetation seemed to lessen as they went on. The vines grew less often. Grant felt that that was strange. Frost at his side, Grant ushered the group down the twisting pathway. The heat sweltered on. Grant felt the intense rays of the sun reign down on him. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Grant finally called for a rest stop.
"I never thought this would be so exhausting," he sighed, reaching for the water bottle that Jay was handing to him. Grant took a swig, and then reclosed the cap.
"Why are we in such a rush?" Kial questioned.
Grant responded, "He might be in trouble. This guy, I think his name's McDelvin, is after the book. He's going to kill Mister Dulin if he doesn't find it."
"That's horrible," Jay muttered, shuddering. Grant handed her his water bottle, deciding it was time to get a move on.
Suddenly, there came an enormous groan, and a large object fell from the sky. Grant dove to the side, the thing nearly crushing him. There was a colossal explosion of dust, and Grant choked on the particles. Once his throat was fine, he unsheathed his stone sword, and approached the cloud.
"Grant, be careful!" Jay called from somewhere nearby. His hands clenched on the hilt of the sword, he arrived at the base of the dust.
In an instant, it cleared, and Grant was facing a hole that was three blocks deep. Inside lied a bloody cow, its face twisted in an odd direction, and a hole in its chest. Grant almost gagged, looking at the creature.
"What is it?" asked Kial, as he and Jay headed towards him. Grant waved them off. He didn't want them to see the gruesome sight. But it was too late. Jay covered her mouth, while Kial's hung wide open.
Grant examined the cow some more. It was the most horrible thing he had ever seen. What could've done this indeed?
That's when they heard a sudden crunching noise from the brush, a twig breaking. Grant wheeled around, his sword ready. A bush began to shake like a rattle, and a figure emerged from it. It was a boy, maybe seventeen years old. He had a pale face, and a short nose. His eyes were as green as emeralds. He did not look dangerous, but yet....
Grant suddenly realized that the boy was holding something in an outstretched hand. The Redstone Sword. "Where'd you get that?" Grant asked boldly, stepping towards the boy. How did he find it, and how did he find out how to use it? Grant felt nervous. Would the boy kill him.
"Found it." That was the boy's response. He had a cold, untrusting voice. Grant felt like he was hostile, like he was going to strike at any moment.
"That's my sword," Grant said plainly. Building up some courage, he finished: "Give it back."
"Finders keepers," replied the boy. Grant felt rage boiling up inside him.
"I don't want to have to hurt you," the boy said sternly. Grant clenched his teeth. "But I will if I have to." Despite himself, Kial laughed heartily.
"What are you talking about? It'll be three against one!" Kial challenged. "You wouldn't stand a chance!" Grant gave Kial that 'shut up' look.
"You've got a lot of nerve talking to me like that," the boy sneered. "Cut it out."
"Kial, just listen to him," Grant breathed. Kial hesitated, but silently agreed.
"That's better," said the boy. "Now, it looks like you guys could use some help." What is with this guy? First he threatens to kill us....then he offers his service. "I'm Rytrien, by the way."
Rytrien....what an odd name. "I'm Grant," Grant pronounced, stepping forward. He gestured to his partners. "These are Jay and Kial." Rytrien nodded.
"Here, just take it," said Rytrien, handing Grant the Redstone Sword.
"Thanks!" Grant commented, taking the weapon.
"You'll need it," said Rytrien. "After all, you are heading to the other end of the world."
Grant's mouth gaped open. "How do you know that?"
Rytrien chuckled. "I'm a hunter, I know how to keep quiet."
"So, you've been stalking us?!" Kial piped up, looking Rytrien in the eye.
"There's no time for explanation," declared Rytrien. "We've got work to do." And with that, he began heading in the other direction. Grant looked back at Jay and Kial. Jay shrugged, and hustled off after him. After a moment's hesitation, Grant and Kial followed as well.
I am now accepting character applications! If you want to apply, please follow the guidelines in the next spoiler. IF YOU POST ONE, YOU WILL BECOME AN HONORARY MEMBER OF THE AWESOMENESS CLUB.
Name: Age: Gender: Species: Good or Evil: Personality: Bio: Other:
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All of you viewers....for taking time to read this.
Basically, in my Minecraft world, seeds can be found in plants, just like in the real world. Thanks for the feedback.
By the way, how do you know my name???
Basically, in my Minecraft world, seeds can be found in plants, just like in the real world. Thanks for the feedback.
By the way, how do you know my name???
Why are they plants?
And if notch is all powerful, (He typically is)
then why was he duped with a drink?
Yes.
Why are they plants?
And if notch is all powerful, (He typically is)
then why was he duped with a drink?
Honestly, I don't know why I put them as plants....I just thought it would make the story more....interesting...somehow
The Potion of Influence is one of the Ancient Craft. It has the power to take control over anyone...even Notch. Thanks for the feedback.
Chapter 1 has been finished, but I will keep my promise and won't release it until Saturday. I might try to get Chapter 2 done before the release as well.
It's Saturday! That means the first two chapters of A World of Chaos has been released! I have a busy weekend, so I may not be able to get a lot done. Anyway, I hope you like it!
Did the beginning of this story suit you better than EndWar? COMMENT YOUR THOUGHTS!!
The Creator stood in the command room, surveying the screens, taking notes. It was a normal day, watching for signs of trouble in Minecraftia. The Creator moved on Screen 1876 and looked at the application next to it.
OFFICIAL REGISTRATION FOR WORLD PLAYING
Date of Registration: 8/12/2031
Title of User: Tobias869
Title of World: Untitled
World Seed: 78163587390
Notes: Newly created world, purposes unknown, nothing under construction
The Creator finished looking over the notes and moved on to the next screen. He was not expecting anyone, so when he heard the rattle of the transportation beam, he was surprised. Out of the beam appeared a strange man. He wore a gray cap and leather jacket. The man also wore jeans and shoes with a buckle on it. Looks like another strange player, The Creator thought. The stranger approached him, and bowed slightly.
"Hello there," he said with a grin. "I'm here to...um...play one of your...worlds." The hesitation made The Creator curious. Why was he acting so strangely.
"You are Notch, correct?" the stranger questioned.
The Creator said nothing for a moment, but finally nodded. "Fill out a registration form," Notch told him plainly.
But the man did not move. Instead, he continued to stare at the creator. "Can I have a look at your...um...seed?" asked the man.
Notch hesitated. What was up with this guy? "Uh...I guess so," he hesitated.
Slowly, he led the newcomer across the room to a code-locked door. Quickly, Notch punched in the code, and the door slid open. The two of them entered a small room. Large pots stood on shelves lining the shelves. Some sprouts were growing out of the seeds. The man scouted out the room, looking for the right plant. Notch watched with intent. Should I be concerned about this man?
The Creator dismissed the thought. Stuff like this usually happens...but I still have a strange feeling... The man stopped in front a short shelf, where only four pots stood. He checked them over, and then chose the right one. "I want this one," the man said sternly. Notch walked over to him and surveyed the seed. It read: 1CH_9A60_O7_S_.
Notch looked surprised. How did he know about this seed? "I'm sorry," The Creator told the man. "You cannot use that seed."
Notch expected the man to be disappointed, but he wasn't. Instead, the man did not react badly at all. "Can I offer you a drink?" the man asked sweetly.
What is up with this man? But I have to admit...I am parched.
"I guess one drink wouldn't hurt," Notch decided.
The man smiled as he reached inside a coat pocket. He pulled out a small bottle with pinkish liquid inside. The man pulled out two small bowls. He poured the drink into the bowls and waited for Notch to take his. The man only pretended to drink, and watched The Creator gulp his down. Notch's expression changed. He seemed confused, dazed even. The man grinned savagely. Notch stumbled forward, and almost fell.
"Now, Notch," the man said. "I believe I'd like my seed now."
He watched deviously as The Creator grabbed the seed he had previously denied the man of. The man chuckled devilishly. Notch handed the man the seed. "Thank you," said the man, and exited the vault.
He went back to the transporter beam and vanished from the room. The man appeared in a large room, inside a manor. The door opened, and a small, hunchbacked man appeared. "Master wishes to see you, McDelvin." McDelvin nodded, and followed the hunchback out of the room. They crossed the hall to a large dining chamber. In a large, leather sofa chair sat a tall man with a bald head and large fists.
"McDelvin!" he praised. "I believe your mission went well?" McDelvin grinned as he nodded. He held out the potted plant.
"You were right, Master. The Potion of Influence worked. The Seed of Chaos is ours."
The sun rose gently over the horizon, bringing light to Minecraftia. The pleasant hills teemed with wildlife. Animals grazed peacefully on the warm day in late summer. On top of one of the hills sat a large, cobblestone house. The lights were all turned on, and small noises could be heard from inside.
Grant rose from bed graciously, awaking from a spirit lifting dream of gushing waterfalls and growing plant life. He yawned and stretched. On the floor, his dog, Frost, let out a small whimper as she too awoke. Grant jumped out of bed and gazed out the open window. It was another fine morning. Lance's house always has the best views, Grant thought. And then he remembered something. His friend Lance was no longer with him. He had been killed in the End by Grant's former friend, Cole. Lance...if only he was still here. I miss him a lot. Why does life has to be filled with devastation?
Grant sighed and walked away from the window. He opened the oak door and stepped into the second floor corridor. The door across the hall opened, and Kial stepped out of his room.
"'Morning," he said with a yawn.
Frost trotted over to Grant's leg and began rubbing against Kial's leg. "Did you sleep well?" Grant asked.
"Hardly," Kial told him, stretching his arms.
They headed down the hall to Jay's room. Her door was already open. "She must be downstairs," Grant commented. The two of them thumped down the stairs to the kitchen. The enticing aroma of meat sizzling in the furnace awaited them. Jay was rushing to cut fruit equally onto three plates.
"Take it easy," Kial joked, turning around the counter to help her.
Kali, Jay's cat, was curled up on a chair, purring softly. Grant gently stroked the cat. Then, he went over to finish the fruit cutting because Jay was immediately taken away by the buzzing from the furnace. The apples were easy enough. Grant divided them up onto the plates. Jay came back holding a platter of cooked pork chops and steak.
"I didn't know you could cook," Grant marveled.
Jay chuckled. "I hope I did it correctly," she replied.
Grant took the apple slices and a piece of steak. He sat down at the kitchen counter and dug in. Grant never could've enjoyed Jay's meals better. The savory meat was cooked to perfection, and the apples were neatly cut.
"It's amazing," Grant told her.
Jay smiled, and turned back to cut the pork chops into pieces. Grant noticed that Frost was sitting next to his chair, her tail wagging. Grant complied, and gave Frost a slice of steak. She gobbled it down thankfully, and trotted off down the hall. Grant finished off the apple slices and went to help Jay clean up. "Do we have anything planned for today?" Kial questioned.
"I don't know," Grant said, scooping some left-over beef into a chest.
Jay responded, "Well, I was thinking we could take a look at that book, like I said yesterday."
"Oh yeah," Kial mumbled.
"Have you discovered anything new?" Grant asked.
Jay shook her head. "There's no way to find out," she said plainly.
Grant thought. How could there be a way? There has to be something I remember... Grant finally remembered something. But he didn't know how to bring it up. "Do you remember what Cole said?" he commented. Jay and Kial gave him nervous glances. After all, Cole used to be their friend. "You have to need the Redstone Sword for it to work. He said the book works the same way. We can use that to find out any news."
No one responded for what seemed like a minute. "It's worth a shot," Jay said softly. Once cleaning was finished, the group met in the parlor. Grant and Jay sat on the sofa, Kial on a chair close by. The Ancient Craft was closed on Grant's lap.
Grant took a deep breath. He closed his eyes and spoke out loud. "I need information."
But he felt nothing. The book did not stir. "How is it not working?" Grant asked.
"Check inside the book yourself," Kial suggested.
Grant turned the pages. The first page was about the Potion of Influence. The page looked normal, except for a line of blue ink sprawled on the bottom. Grant looked closer.
Do not underestimate the power of influence, for even the mightiest and most noble can become its prey.
"What does it say?" Jay questioned. Grant read the line out loud.
"What does that mean?" Kial asked, confusion on his face. Grant had no explanation himself. Jay did not have one either.
"Let's check out some other pages," Grant said. He turned to the next page. They did not need to look at the Ender Gem. It had been destroyed in the End. Grant turned the page. It was entitled: The Flare Bow. The page was normal. "We still need that one, but there is no extra information on it."
"Maybe there's no new information on it," Jay guessed.
Grant decided to go with that solution. The next page was about the Redstone Sword. Grant was about to flip the page when he saw a line scrawled on the bottom, just like on the Potion of Influence page.
Power can lead to glory, yet it is how you use that glory that can lead to power.
Grant frowned. That line made no sense at all. Jay and Kial had no solution as to what it meant as well. The page on the Obsidian Armor was empty as well. There was only one page left. Grant turned it. The title read: The Seed of Chaos.
Grant looked at the page. "It's blank!" he exclaimed. Kial switched over to sit next to Grant. He glared at the page.
"Why would it be blank?" he questioned.
"How would I know?" Grant commented. He continued to stare at the empty page. Why would it be blank? There had to be a reason. Grant just didn't know what.
"How are we supposed to find out what this means?" Jay asked in frustration. "Something must be up if the page is blank."
"You're right," Grant agreed. "There has to be a way." Grant looked up at the ceiling, trying to think of something.
"Should we try it again?" Kial interrogated. Grant decided it was worth a shot. He closed the book and spoke to the cover.
"We need information regarding the Seed of Chaos."
Just like the last time, the book did not move. Grant turned to the correct page. Once again, it remained blank. Grant slammed the book closed in frustration. "Maybe we shouldn't be worrying about that right now," Jay thought. "There is something regarding the Potion of Influence. Remember?" Grant nodded. He began reciting the sentence in his mind. Do not underestimate the power of influence, for even the mightiest and most noble can become its prey. But what does it mean?
"There's something about the Redstone Sword, too," Kial added. "But, we already have it. Why would it give us information on it?"
"Maybe it's telling us how to use it," Jay suggested.
Grant summarized the sentence about the sword in his head as well. And suddenly, it all made sense. "I got it!" he exclaimed. "Power can lead to glory, yet it is how you use that glory that leads to power. It means: if we use the sword for good, it can exchange its full power with us."
"Yes," Jay mumbled in agreement.
"But in what way can we use it for good?" Kial questioned.
That part was left undecided, for the moment. "We need to take action," Grant proclaimed. "I think the first thing we should do is find out more about the Potion of Influence. We need someone that is good with that kind of stuff...I don't know anyone. Do you?"
Jay did not seem to. But Kial answered quickly. "How about a witch?"
A witch... "Yes!" Grant said enthusiastically. "Kial, that's a great idea! And there's a swamp nearby too!" Their first step had been finalized.
"Aren't witches dangerous?" Jay asked, her eyebrows raised.
Grant confessed, "They can be. But it's our best shot." Jay gave in and went off to make preparations.
Grant hurried the stairs. He strolled down the hallway to his room. Grant rummaged through the large chest for supplies. He tossed aside some extra wood and examined more important things. His old stone sword sat there, neatly kept at the bottom of the chest. Grant wouldn't need it. After all, he had the most powerful sword ever built. He pushed the stone blade away, and picked up the Redstone Sword.
It felt like magic in his hands. Grant felt a tingling sensation in his fingertips. The sword felt alive. Grant held in his grip and took a pretend swing at an enemy. The Redstone Sword felt incredible. Grant felt a presence behind him. He turned to see Jay standing in the doorway. "Are you sure you need that?" she asked seriously. "Really, we're just going to a witch's house and coming right back. What could happen? Plus, what if the witch is evil and steals it from you. That wouldn't be too good, wouldn't it?"
Grant had to agree, she had a point. "Yeah, all right," he grumbled. He placed the Redstone Sword back in the chest, and took out the stone one. Grant did not feel the same electricity like he did with the Redstone Sword. The stone one felt dull, out of place. Grant sighed, and followed Jay out the doorway.
But she was right. There would be in no danger. It would be perfectly safe. But still, Grant could not dismiss the feeling that something bad was about to happen.
Grant could feel the soothing feeling of the wind as he closed the door behind him. The sun bore down on him with a relaxing sensation. Frost was sitting at Grant's side, her tongue protruding from her mouth joyously. The Ancient Craft was tucked neatly inside a coat pocket. Grant also had his stone sword sheathed onto his belt.
He joined Kial and Jay on the grass. Jay had her bow and arrows attached to her side. Kial had his iron sword hidden somewhere on him. Kali, Jay's cat, was rubbing against Jay's legs, purring softly. Grant smiled. Just like old times... They were off on another adventure. Grant felt like it was a part of his life now, his calling. Grant nodded at his friends. "Ready," he declared.
"It might take a while to find the witch," Jay explained. "It could take hours. So, I packed up some food and water to keep us in good condition." Grant nodded again and grinned. Jay, always prepared... Grant tightened the strap of his survival pack. He never felt better.
"I still wish Lance was with us," Jay said glumly. "He was always good at these things." No one responded. Jay was right, Lance was most likely the best adventurer Minecraftia had ever known. Now....he was dead. Grant felt a hole in his heart. Lance was more than an adventurer...he was a friend. Grant missed him. He wished Lance was still there.
But Grant knew that they had to go on without him. "Lance would've liked us to go on," Grant pronounced softly. Jay and Kial gave him approving looks. Grant could see that Jay was on the verge of tears. He must've really meant a lot to her. There was awkward silence for a few moments. Grant felt a lump in his throat, and tried to bring it back down.
Finally, Kial broke the silence. "I guess we should get going, then." There was no reaction on Jay's face. Instead, she turned and began treading down the hill. Grant, Kial, and Frost followed closely behind. The steep slopes surprisingly caused little trouble for the group. They travelled through the plains with ease. The group soon stumbled upon a pool of glimmering water. Grant felt a memory coming to him. Only a few days before, this was where Grant and Cole had a confrontation. Cole had stormed off, and was never to be seen again until his triumph over the Dragon and his death in the End. Cole had been a good friend...until the power got to him.
Grant took in a deep breath. "Are you coming, Grant?" he heard Jay call. Grant turned to see that Jay and Kial had gotten nearly twenty blocks away without noticing Grant was still by the water. He came to his senses and hurried over to his friends.
"Sorry," he grumbled. They were now at the edge of the swamp. The tainted water reminded Grant of the time when they had to sleep in that unsanitary place. Grant looked at the trees, which were drooling with vines. Grant couldn't come up for an explanation as to why a witch would choose a swamp to live in. To Grant, it was like an oversized garbage pile. He followed his friends inside the dripping marsh. They twisted around trees, and jumped over streams of dark water. The humidity seemed to pick up the farther they trekked into the swamp. Grant could feel his face burning. he wiped a sweaty hand across it, and tried to get his breathing back to normal. Grant's knees were also getting weak from the long travelling.
"We should take a break here," Jay suggested, plopping down onto the ground. Grant was relieved to finally relax. He lied right on his back. Jay passed out some water and bread. Grant was so weak, he ate two slices of bread, and chugged down nearly a quarter of the water. When he done, Grant passed the bottle back to Jay, who put it in her leather pack. Grant closed his eyes and rested for a few minutes. When he was satisfied, he got to his feet.
"The witch's hut should be around here," Kial declared. "It's almost as if I can sense it. Can't you feel it?" Grant gazed around the swamp. It was quiet. No thought crossed Grant's mind. That's when he felt it...a soft sensation of small particles, swarming around him. It felt....incredible.
"Yeah," Grant marveled. "It's almost as if there's a touch of magic in the air." Grant could not describe how amazed he was.
"I feel as if it's coming from there," Jay pointed out. She was pointing west. Grant could sense it too. They were close. Grant quickly followed Jay through the swamp. They splashed through mucky water that went up to their knees. Grant's legs were soaked by the time they reached land. But the water didn't stop them. They continued on, guided by an unseen anomaly. Grant felt peace swelling inside of him. He could feel magic working itself inside his veins. Grant never felt such an amazing sensation.
The group turned around another bend. And there it was. A small structure made of spruce wood stood in front of them. There was a window pane hanging on the side of the hut. An open doorway greeted them only four blocks away. Grant could see smoke bellowing from inside the hut. At first, Grant felt joy. But all that changed. Suddenly, everything turned dark. The sky turned to a deathly gray.
Grant looked around, perplexed. What was going on? Shadows danced through the trees, mocking them. Grant felt his heart thudding in his chest. He unsheathed his sword, and gazed towards the hut. A figure was standing in the doorway. It was a small person, a cane guiding the figure. The person stuck out a finger, pointing it directly at Grant. Sharp pain suddenly struck him, almost as if he had been punched. Grant flew backwards, the wind knocked out of him. He struggled to breathe, but only raspy wheezes escaped Grant's lips. Grant turned to see Jay and Kial on the ground beside him, them too struggling to breathe. Jay's eyes met Grant's, and then everything went black.
The sky was filled with a violet hue. A man with jeans and a leather jacket looked up at the it. He smiled nervously, and stepped forward into the desert. The heat did not seem to affect the man. He strolled through the canyons confidently. The man came to a small stream, but did not stop to drink. Instead, he continued on over a desert hill. The man's eyes met a group of structures in the distance. He headed towards the village. It must've been too hot to be outside, for there were no villagers in sight. The man passed several buildings before stopping in front of a large, spruce wood house. He did not knock. Instead, the man pushed open the door forcefully. The door slammed against the wall, emitting a large thud. The man stormed into the room. A villager, who was examining a bookshelf, wheeled around in surprise. In an instant, the man grabbed the villager by the tunic and threw him onto the floor. The villager wheezed in pain. The man with the leather jacket did not show any sign of remorse.
"What do you want?" the villager asked in terror.
The man grimaced. He stepped towards the villager. "I have come for information, Mister Dulin," he remarked. Mister Dulin looked up, wide-eyed. The man continued. "After all, you are the renowned writer of The Ancient Craft."
Mister Dulin did not respond. Panic filled his face. "Y-Yes," he finally managed.
The stranger snickered. "Where is the book?" he questioned sternly.
Mister Dulin shivered in fright. "I....do not know," he choked out.
Rage filled the man's eyes. He kicked his leg into the villager's shins. Mister Dulin squealed, tears of agony coming from his eyes. "Tell me!" the stranger roared.
Mister Dulin shook his head. "The last known owner was my friend, Kaleel. But he's dead. He was killed during a siege. Someone else must have it now."
The man looked unsatisfied. Mister Dulin waited for him to strike again. But the blow didn't come. Through clenched teeth, the stranger spoke.
"I will let you live, Mister Dulin....for now. If you happen to find the user of the book, you must not let him go, or else you'll be sorry." Mister Dulin nodded quickly, hoping to get out of the situation. "Good day, Mister Dulin. Do not forget, Sergei McDelvin will be waiting."
And with that, the man named McDelvin led himself out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Grant snapped his eyes open. That was not just an ordinary dream. It was a vision. Grant had had several visions before. But there was something about this dream that Grant could not stop thinking about. After all, you are the renowned writer of The Ancient Craft. Grant thought, That means that the writer is still alive. Maybe he can tell us about the blank page!
But what about this McDelvin guy? He seemed odd. Why would he want the book in the first place? Grant could not stop worrying. Something must be up. I just have to figure out what. Suddenly, Grant's mind snapped back into reality.
He was lying on a soft bed in a miniature room. The only other furniture in the room was a chest and a painting of a valley with sheep grazing within. Where am I? Grant got to his feet. The wood plank floors creaked. Grant heard shuffling from outside the door. Someone was coming. He gazed at the door, his heart thumping. With a squeal, the door swung open. The small figure with the cane came into the room. She has come back to kill me.
Grant reached for his sword, but realized it was not there. The person in the doorway chuckled in a high-pitched voice. "Trust me, child," she declared. "I will not hurt you. All of your things can be found in that chest over there."
The woman hobbled over towards Grant. Grant still did not feel safe. He took a step back. "If you're not going to hurt us, then how come you attacked us outside your hut?"
The woman halted and eased on her cane. "There are many things within the swamp, terrible things," the witch responded. "The darkness can corrupt you. You were already allowing it to enter your mind. I had to quickly perform a cleansing to conjure the evil out of your body."
Grant felt a chill run down his spine. So that magic in the air....it was evil. Grant immediately thought of Jay and Kial. "Are my friends okay?" Grant asked.
The witch nodded. "They are still resting, I believe," she replied. Grant let out a breath. At least everyone was safe. "Your animals are also being taken care of," the woman assured. Grant tried to let out a smile.
"Now, let us get to more important matters," pronounced the witch. "Why have you come to visit me?"
Grant sat back down on the bed. "Do you know anything about The Ancient Craft?" Grant questioned, eyeing the witch.
The frail elder smiled. "I am indeed well aware of it," she answered.
"Well," Grant continued. "Um....can you tell me anything about the Potion of Influence?"
"Of course I can tell you, child," the witch said. "You have come to the right place, for I am the creator of that very potion."
Grant's jaw dropped. "You?" he asked in amazement. The witch nodded. "I thought Notch and the others made them."
"The Creator came to me for assistance," the witch explained. "I was one of the best potion makers around. At that time, I was known for my elixirs of Healing and Fire Resistance." Grant stared at the witch, wide-eyed. He could not believe it.
Grant told the witch, "We need to obtain it before it falls into the wrong hands." The witch nodded in understanding.
"You do seem like one of those 'hero' folk," she interrupted. "I am afraid I cannot help you much in finding it. But I know someone who can. Do you know who that is?"
Grant immediately answered, "Mr. Dulin?"
"Precisely," said the witch. "He lives in a village a ways away. I can give you a strengthening potion to assist you on the journey."
"That won't be necessary," Grant thanked. "Thanks for all the help." The witch said a quiet 'you're welcome'. Grant rummaged through the chest and grabbed his sword, food, and water. Then, he followed the witch out of the room. They entered a large parlor with a few chairs. Jay and Kial were standing by one of them, chatting nervously.
"There you are!" Jay exclaimed. Grant nodded a greeting. Frost trotted over and wagged her tail. Kali was slinking over towards Jay.
"Where do we go next?" Kial questioned, holding his iron sword.
"We have to see Mr. Dulin," Grant replied. "He's the author of The Ancient Craft. He can tell us where to find the Potion of Influence."
"That's great!" declared Jay. "Well, we better get going." The three of them grabbed their things and left the hut. Grant made sure to give the witch a final farewell before stepping into the blazing sun.
As the group moved on, the dark magic of the swamp continued to press on them severely. But for some reason, Grant felt safe....protected. The witch's magic must be protecting me.
"What's the immediate plan?" Kial questioned. "Do we head straight to this guy's house?"
Grant told him, "We need to get back to the house first. Mister Dulin's house is supposed to be on the other side of the world. I want my Redstone Sword in case we run into any trouble." The group passed over a narrow stream as they talked.
The overgrown vegetation seemed to lessen as they went on. The vines grew less often. Grant felt that that was strange. Frost at his side, Grant ushered the group down the twisting pathway. The heat sweltered on. Grant felt the intense rays of the sun reign down on him. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Grant finally called for a rest stop.
"I never thought this would be so exhausting," he sighed, reaching for the water bottle that Jay was handing to him. Grant took a swig, and then reclosed the cap.
"Why are we in such a rush?" Kial questioned.
Grant responded, "He might be in trouble. This guy, I think his name's McDelvin, is after the book. He's going to kill Mister Dulin if he doesn't find it."
"That's horrible," Jay muttered, shuddering. Grant handed her his water bottle, deciding it was time to get a move on.
Suddenly, there came an enormous groan, and a large object fell from the sky. Grant dove to the side, the thing nearly crushing him. There was a colossal explosion of dust, and Grant choked on the particles. Once his throat was fine, he unsheathed his stone sword, and approached the cloud.
"Grant, be careful!" Jay called from somewhere nearby. His hands clenched on the hilt of the sword, he arrived at the base of the dust.
In an instant, it cleared, and Grant was facing a hole that was three blocks deep. Inside lied a bloody cow, its face twisted in an odd direction, and a hole in its chest. Grant almost gagged, looking at the creature.
"What is it?" asked Kial, as he and Jay headed towards him. Grant waved them off. He didn't want them to see the gruesome sight. But it was too late. Jay covered her mouth, while Kial's hung wide open.
"What could've done this?" Kial asked, horror struck.
Grant examined the cow some more. It was the most horrible thing he had ever seen. What could've done this indeed?
That's when they heard a sudden crunching noise from the brush, a twig breaking. Grant wheeled around, his sword ready. A bush began to shake like a rattle, and a figure emerged from it. It was a boy, maybe seventeen years old. He had a pale face, and a short nose. His eyes were as green as emeralds. He did not look dangerous, but yet....
Grant suddenly realized that the boy was holding something in an outstretched hand. The Redstone Sword. "Where'd you get that?" Grant asked boldly, stepping towards the boy. How did he find it, and how did he find out how to use it? Grant felt nervous. Would the boy kill him.
"Found it." That was the boy's response. He had a cold, untrusting voice. Grant felt like he was hostile, like he was going to strike at any moment.
"That's my sword," Grant said plainly. Building up some courage, he finished: "Give it back."
"Finders keepers," replied the boy. Grant felt rage boiling up inside him.
"I don't want to have to hurt you," the boy said sternly. Grant clenched his teeth. "But I will if I have to." Despite himself, Kial laughed heartily.
"What are you talking about? It'll be three against one!" Kial challenged. "You wouldn't stand a chance!" Grant gave Kial that 'shut up' look.
"You've got a lot of nerve talking to me like that," the boy sneered. "Cut it out."
"Kial, just listen to him," Grant breathed. Kial hesitated, but silently agreed.
"That's better," said the boy. "Now, it looks like you guys could use some help." What is with this guy? First he threatens to kill us....then he offers his service. "I'm Rytrien, by the way."
Rytrien....what an odd name. "I'm Grant," Grant pronounced, stepping forward. He gestured to his partners. "These are Jay and Kial." Rytrien nodded.
"Here, just take it," said Rytrien, handing Grant the Redstone Sword.
"Thanks!" Grant commented, taking the weapon.
"You'll need it," said Rytrien. "After all, you are heading to the other end of the world."
Grant's mouth gaped open. "How do you know that?"
Rytrien chuckled. "I'm a hunter, I know how to keep quiet."
"So, you've been stalking us?!" Kial piped up, looking Rytrien in the eye.
"There's no time for explanation," declared Rytrien. "We've got work to do." And with that, he began heading in the other direction. Grant looked back at Jay and Kial. Jay shrugged, and hustled off after him. After a moment's hesitation, Grant and Kial followed as well.
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Alright. I'll work on the prologue. I guess I'll give you guys a sneak peek
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Basically, in my Minecraft world, seeds can be found in plants, just like in the real world. Thanks for the feedback.
By the way, how do you know my name???
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Why are they plants?
And if notch is all powerful, (He typically is)
then why was he duped with a drink?
The Potion of Influence is one of the Ancient Craft. It has the power to take control over anyone...even Notch. Thanks for the feedback.
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