Book One

The Far Lands

 

Chapter One

       Tommy snores. Buzz, buzz, buzz. Thump, thump, thump. Tommy rolls over. And puts his pillow on his head. And then, right in his ear, there’s a SCREAM!!!

  “AHHHH!” He yells. “All right, all right, I’m up!” He swats at his ear, but the fly buzzes away at the last second and he ends up slapping himself. “Ouch!” He yells, but he’s still kind of glad he didn’t actually squash it. It’s bad enough to wake up to a slap in the face, but if Jenny caught him washing bug guts out of his ear at- he checks his alarm clock, 7 am, there’s be no stopping the embarrassment wave. The fly, now sure it’s job is done, goes back to head butting itself into the window. Thump, thump, thump. Tommy reaches his hand to end the annoyance, but stops. No matter how stupid and annoying, this thing still has a life, no matter how pathetic. Instead, he opened the window and moved his hands, so the fly could go without fear. But the fly stayed where it was, still trying to give itself a concussion. Tommy rolled his eyes, scooped up the terrified bug, and tossed it out the window. It flew away as fast as it’s papery wings could go. “Leave,” he called after it. “I’m giving you probably only two more days. But the next one won’t be so lucky, so tell your friends!”

     Then he closes the window and tries to get back to sleep. But no luck. He keeps thinking about last night, when he had gone on a wild adventure through Minecraft with his friends. They had gone to all sorts of mods, like the Twilight Forest. But the excitement finally ended up in space, where Entity303 finally was defeated. His dad had gotten him out and told him not to do it to much, but he just couldn’t stop. His eyes travel down his covers to where his book his dad had gotten him was. It was all about a Watcher NPC in the Far Lands, where ever that was. He had stayed up to almost midnight reading. Eventually, he must have fallen asleep because the book was laying open in front of his face. Even as he watched, his very, very dim still-on flashlight blinked out as the battery gave up its struggle and died. “Great! Just great!” He said. Last night he had needed to ask his dad for fresh batteries, so if he asked for more now his dad would totally get suspicious. They were supposed to go to sleep, even when it was Friday night. Friday night. Wait that meant it was Saturday. And he knew for a fact his parents would be in bed until ten am. So if he could jut try and sneak into Minecraft for a little while…

No! NO! He yelled at himself. Don’t do it! DON’T! But he couldn’t get the thought out of his head. Quietly, he snuck out of bed. He grabbed a post-it note and a pen and tip-toed into the hall. He went to his sisters door and opened it slowly so it wouldn’t creak. 

Jenny was sleeping peacefully in her purple bed. The walls were covered with paintings and sketches. One of the wall had a mural Jenny and there mom had painted. It was their whole family standing in a grassy field, with a forest on one side and a mountain on the other. A waterfall flowed down from the mountain and pooled in a cavern underneath the flow. In the distance, the tops of wooden houses and a stone tower could just be seen over a cobble stone wall, the edges peppered with archer towers. Next to the village was a big purple castle. Tommy smiled. Despite its 2d flatness, he could hear the water rushing, smell the faint sent of smoke, feel the soft grass under his feet. It was a Minecraft scene, where Tommy always spawned when he first got into Minecraft. The city in the distance was Crafters village, standing right next to his obsidian castle. But he didn’t have time for a art studio tour. He hastily went to Jennys desk. On the post-it note he wrote “Jenny, I’m going into Minecraft. When you wake up wait until nine thirty and come and get me. Don’t tell mom and dad. Do it right and I’ll give you a dollar. Thanks!” Then he stuck it onto her rainbow lamp with the paintbrush base and snuck back out of the room. He went down the basement stairs and sat down in the desk chair. Then he fired up the game on the computer. He positioned the Didgitizer at himself and hit the button. The usual angry wasp swarm sound filled the room. This time, though, he thought about how much it sounded like a bunch of flies. 

But as the light enveloped him, he thought about his book. And as he felt his spirt being sucked into Minecraft, he kept thinking Far Lands, Far Lands, Far Lands.

   Chapter Two

Lost Stories

   GameKnight999 landed on the ground with a thud. He closed his eyes and smiled, listening for the usual sound of roaring water from the waterfall. But he didn’t hear anything. He gave it a moment, in case his body was warming up to being digital again. But after a moment, he frowned and sat up. 

To his shock and horror, he wasn’t next to a waterfall roaring down a mountain at all. He was lying on damp ground, with huge spruce trees soaring into the air around him. Tiny clumps of mossy cobblestone were strewn randomly around s if tossed aside by a huge giant. The area around him was absolutely covered in both types of mushrooms, like decorations on a Christmas tree.  This wasn’t where he usually spawned! He jumped up, and started to panic. This was not good. Thoughts started zooming through his mind. 

“What if he had logged onto the wrong server? What if the spawn point had changed? What if something had happened and screwed up the biomes?”

Somehow, he got his thoughts under control. Don’t focus on the what ifs, focus on the now. He took a deep, shaky breath. All right. First things first. Step number one in Minecraft- get wood. He took one step forward… and plunged into icy cold water. Gameknight struggled to the surface, gasping for breath. Already his fingers and toes were starting to tingle. He looked around him and saw stone and andisite walls. He had plunged right into a natural pool. He kicked as hard as he could- if he lost control of his limbs he would surely drown.  Gameknight gritted his teeth. “I refuse to give up!” He thought. Gameknight999 started paddling around the pool, looking for a way out.  But there were no blocks to jump onto- the walls were steep. There was only one thing left to do. A piece of dirt hung just over the water, and a fern had found it nice and full of moisture and had decided it was a good place to grow. It’s roots just extended into the water. Gameknight stuck his hand deep into the soil and grabbed the roots. With this extra strength holding him up, he turned  to dig up a piece of dirt holding him captive. But to his shock, the block he was facing was solid stone. Confused, he turned. Then he realized all the blocks were stone. “I can’t get out,” he thought. His heart sunk to the tips of his quickly freezing toes as it sunk in. 

“NO!” He screamed. “I’m going to die here!” Flashed through his mind. “NO! NO! NO!“ “PLEASE!!” He yelled. “Someone get me out of here!”

Suddenly, he heard a shout of to his right in the woods. Joy started to flame in him, but instantly was put out when he heard the words. “Hey! Guys! We got something in the pool trap!” He heard footsteps, and suddenly the faces of three NPCs filled his vision. “I’ll get it!” A female called. She grabbed an iron pick and hacked away at a piece of stone. Gameknight999 saw his chance, and when the block broke he pushed off the wall and shot forward as fast as he could. It surprised the villagers, and by the time they came to their senses he was already up and sprinting, moving as fast as his numb muscles could go. He shot to the edge of the biome faster than he expected. It opened into a sliver of plains, where to his surprise  a NPC army was on the march. He dived behind a tree, but no before a woman saw him. She screamed and pointed. As one, the whole army turned their heads. Gameknight was starting to feel woozy. He almost screamed himself when he thought he saw all his friends at the front, but stopped himself when he realized it wasn’t. He was still moving, and all he was able to see was a villager wearing black armor and a boy with a shimmering iron sword. He kept running, but after only a few minutes he collapsed next to a tree, exhausted. He heard footsteps coming closer, but felt to sick to care. He felt like he was about to throw up, and tried to lean over, but instead slumped to the ground unconscious.

GameKnight999 groaned and rolled over. He opened his eyes a crack and saw that someone was standing over him. “Dad?” He croaked. “Crafter?” 

“He’s up!” He heard somebody hiss. He opened his eyes a little wider and tried to force his vision to clear up. At first it looked like Hunter standing above him, holding a bucket of water above his head. “No! Don’t!” He yelled, sitting up and shielding his head with his arms. He heard a yell. “What are you, allergic to water or something?” Someone snapped. It definitely wasn’t Hunter. Instead, it was a brown haired girl with dark blue eyes. He could see a water bottle in her hand. “Sorry,” he mumbled, turning red. “Who are you?”

The girl eyed him up and down. “The better question is, who are you?”

Gameknight looked down at himself. “Isn’t it obvious?” He asked. The girl squinted at him. “Yes, that your some kind of weird deformed villager with no unibrow and a horrible taste in clothing. But nothing else.” 
“What?” He yelled. “No! Haven’t you seen a user before?” 

She gave him a strange look, as if she could tell she had some memory of this but couldn’t remember where she put it. “Nope,” she said finally. “No idea.” 

Gameknight face palmed. He opened his mouth to say more, but at that moment another female villager stuck her head in the doorway. “Did someone say user?” She asked. But when she looked at Gameknight, her face lit up. “This is the guy that wandered into the trap pool?” She asked. The first girl gave a deep dramatic sigh. “Yes, Harvester.”  Harvester frowned. “But, Fletcher, you and Smithy didn’t tell me you caught someone special!” 

Fletcher snorted. “Special? This guy couldn’t see a death trap literally a block in front of him!” Gameknight turned a bright shade of pink. “Excuse me?” He snapped. “If you only knew half of my story-“

The girls ignored him. “Don’t you remember the old stories?” Harvester squealed, jumping on the balls of her feet. “About monsters that can’t even step in the sunlight? Places with no relics or warlocks even in their history, but with worse powers than we have here? Villagers that can’t even use their arms except for in crafting? People that come from other worlds that play in our world like its a game?  The Overworld?” 

Fletcher rolled her eyes. “You seriously believe all that kid stuff?” 

“Kid stuff?!” Gameknight yelped, jumping out of the bed. “Are you kidding me?”

Harvester beamed. “See?” She boasted. “He believes me.” 

Fletcher scowled at the User-that-is-not-a-user. “Did you hit your head in the pool, or have you always been crazy? Everyone knows that the Far Lands is the only world out there.“ Harvester scowls and stamps her foot. “Then why is it the FAR Lands? What is it Far from?” 

Gameknight nodded his head hard. “Yes! Listen to her! The Overworld is real! Thats where I’m from!” Harvester looked so happy, Gameknight was surprised she didn’t swell up like a ghast. “From- from the Overworld?” She stuttered. Her eyes were shining, and it looked to Gameknight like she was crying. 

 Fletcher just stared at him, opened mouthed. “Okay, you really are insane.”

“Fletcher!” Harvester scolded. She punched the seemingly older girl in the arm. Gameknight hit the floor laughing. He couldn’t help it. The girls were acting exactly like Hunter and Stitcher. “What?” Fletcher snapped in the exact replica of Hunter’s annoyed voice. He laughed even harder. Maybe everyone has a double in the Far Lands-

He suddenly gasped so suddenly that Fletcher and Harvester jumped. “The- the Far Lands?” He stuttered. “But- but- I thought-“ he suddenly became very aware of the fact that he had no weapons, no armor, and he was in a very vulnerable position in a unknown location with two strangers. He whimpered and shrunk against the wall. Fletcher frowned and opened her mouth to say something when another villager appeared in the doorway. “Did the weirdo finally wake up?” he said in a deep, gruff voice. “Seriously, what have you people been saying about me?” Gameknight yelled. “What are you doing?” The man asked, ignoring Gameknight999’s question. He suddenly realized he was holding up his arms in a poorly thought out ninja pose,  a last resort of defense. 

“What do you mean Far Lands?” The three NPCs looked at each other. “Um, the Far Lands?” Fletcher said. “You know, the REAL world that everything lives in?” “Oh, would you just calm down and give him a break?” Harvester suddenly snapped more ferociously than Gameknight thought she could. “He’s just woke up from being unconscious for three days!”

Gameknights blood went cold. “Three DAYS!” He echoed. “I’ve been out for THREE DAYS?!?!?!”

“Yep,” Fletcher says before anyone can stop her. “You definitely have been, sleep talker. By the way, whose Crafter?”  “Ah…” Gameknight stuttered. He was reminded of Herder, and his heart filled with sadness as he missed his friend. Then he thought about the fact that the Far Lands had WARLOCKS, and he jumped up. “How did I get here?” He yelled. “The Far Lands aren’t real! There just from books! This isn’t one of those stories when kids get sucked into books,  right?” He must have looked kind of scary, wide eyed and yelling, because the villagers all took a step back. “It’s okay!” Harvester yelped, leaping forward and putting her hand on his shoulder. “Just tell us how you got here.”

So he did. He didn’t skip anything, either. He told them everything, starting with how he had first accidentally turned on his dads digitizer and met his friends. He told them about Erebus, the enderman king, and Malacoda the king of the Nether. He told them about the Last Battle at the Source and how his sister had gone into Minecraft and he had gone with her and battled Herobrine. He told them how Herobrine had come back but had finally been destroyed. He told them about fighting the skeleton king Reaper and second spider queen Shalivak and the the blaze king Charibydis and finally, with the help of Feyd the second enderman king, defeated Xa-Tul and saved the server from crashing. How he had gone back in time and then went back to find that Entity303 had come and wrecked Minecraft by stealing Weaver and releasing hundreds of mods. 

 When he was finally finished, stars were appearing in the sky outside the window. Every one of their mouths were hanging open. Smithy and Fletchers jaws had dropped and their eyes were squinted. Harvester, though, had her eyes WIDE open and looked like she was going to pass out with excitement. Gameknight collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. He had just talked the whole day straight and hadn’t left out anything. Except…

          What he didn’t tell was how he was the real Smithy (of the two swords). He wasn’t sure what the NPCs would do if they heard he had pretended to be a villager for weeks. 

  Well, a lot happened after that. There were TONS of questions, most of them from Harvester. “So, you played it like a game? How did that work? And you were friends with people? And one was a Crafter? And one was a Hunter? And one was a Digger? And one was a Herder? And-“ 

    “Harvester!” Gameknight blurted out. She stopped, her mouth still wide open. “How about you guys tell me your story?” He said, much calmer. 

   “Oh,” she said, as if she had never realized such a thing was possible. 

       The villagers looked at each other. Smithy took a deep breath.

Finally, he started talking. “Our village was peaceful,” he explained. 

 Gameknight was confused. “What do you mean, peaceful?” He asked. “It didn’t believe in violence,” Smithy said. “Weapons were not allowed, and no one ever fought. Everyone was a Pacifist.” He stopped to take a breath. “You said was,” Gameknight said. “Did it- did it burn down? Or get attacked?”

     Fletcher snorted. “Nope, it’s still standing, and I wish it wasn’t.”

 Smithy ignored her and kept talking. “We were the only hold outs,” he sighed, rubbing his hands together. Gameknight blinked. “You mean, you like violence?” He asked. “What? No!” Smithy said. “We just thought it was better to have a way to protect us. And most of us,” he said, glaring at Fletcher, “Didn’t try to shove our Crafter into changing our ways. But then, they came, and everything changed.” 

        “Who?” Gameknight asked. “It was this big NPC army. They needed a place to stay. And they were not Pacifists. They had fought off a bunch of Warlocks. And they were… awesome. The day it happened, a little girl named Saddler fell in a cave and the leader went down and saved her.” 

    “The day what happened?” Gameknight asked. “I’m getting to that,” Smithy said, frustrated. “That night, our Crafter decided he had had enough of us. He was worried the army would find out about us and it would look like he couldn’t control his own village.” 

     “What did he do? Lock you up for a while?” Suddenly, Fletcher jumped up. Her eyes were blazing, but he could see the faintest sparkle of tears in her eyes. “I wish,” she snapped. “Now tell me, User-that-is-not-a-user, what is the worst thing that could ever happen to a villager? What happens when the very root of their foundation gets yanked out from under them and leaves them to die alone? When they have to leave their old home and just pray, just pray that somehow they’ll find somewhere else? When they can’t stay together and a whole village just has to look at each other and say goodbye?” She was shaking now but plowed through full steam ahead. “That’s what we are, a bunch of wanders, of loners, who can’t find their way back.” 

   By now tears we’re streaming down her face. “We’re nothing. We’re gone. We’re lonely. We’re Lost.” And she collapsed back into her seat sobbing.

   Harvester tried to comfort the older girl, holding her small blocky arms around her. Gameknight just sat on the bed, shocked at what he was processing. 

        Smithy sighed. “Yes. They came in the middle of the night and tied us up and gagged us. They put us on horses and rode far away into a plains biome. They left us there, and took our tools, food, stone and iron…”  

      “Not even in a forest,” Fletcher sobbed. “Not even wood…”

“All of our friends! They woke up the next morning and we were just gone!” She wailed.

    “We’ll go,” Harvester said, helping her grieving friend stand up. “You should get some sleep.

     That night, Gameknight tossed and turned. He couldn’t believe it. The NPCs story was so horrible. Who would do that to their own citizens?” 

   Finally, he got up and went to the window. It was a trapdoor, and he opened it very quietly so the others wouldn’t wake up. Instantly, a freezing blast of icy wind hit him full force. He didn’t mind. His brain was still swirling with a whirlpool of thoughts. He stuck his head out and stared at the bright shining stars. He wondered if, right now, his friends back in the Overworld were watching the very same stars. 

    Very softly, he called out to the otherwise silent night,

   “Oh, everyone, what have I gotten myself into now?”

    Check back soon to read the next chapter!

      Chapter Three

Leaving

     The next morning, Gameknight woke up with a start when Harvester ran down the hall screaming, “THEIR ON THE MOVE! LETS HIT THE ROAD!”

Gameknight jumped up and ran out the door. He found himself in a spruce wood corridor with white carpet on the floor. Harvester was waving her arms over her head and yelling at the top of her lungs. “Hey! Hey! Hey!” He yelled, grabbing her. “Now, tell me, who is on the move?” 

    The young girl looked up at him, her eyes shining. “The army!” “What army?” He asked. “Remember how we told you our village kicked us out while those people were those people were there?” “Yes,” he said. “Well, we follow them. We ride ahead of them and set up camp for a few days, then go ahead again.”

   “They do a bunch of cool things!” Harvester said excitedly. “Like, they fight with the wither king Krale!” “Moving on to more important matters,” Fletcher says. “So, do you make small huts on the way?” Gameknight asks. The girls eye each other. “Not exactly…” Fletcher says with a mischievous grin.

   Suddenly, Gameknight yells as a hacking sound fills the air. The User-that-is-not-a-user jumps back against the far wall as an iron axe blade suddenly cuts through the wall. A moment later, there’s a small hole in the wall. “What is that about?” Gameknight yelps, cold sweat trickling down his back. “Are we under attack?” 

     Fletcher rolls her eyes. “No,” she snorted. “It’s just Smithy.” Then she stuck her head out and called down, “How’s it going down there?” Suddenly, Smithy’s head appeared in the opening. “Great!” He said. “Easy. Remember when we we had to make a hut in the desert made of cobblestone three blocks thick?” Fletcher laughed. Gameknight realized with a shock it was the first time he had heard her do it. “Well, don’t fall,” she said. “I wouldn’t mind, but it’s to annoying to drag Harvester away bawling.” “Hey!” Harvester snapped. 

   Smithy grinned. “You know me,” he said. “I have the balance of a cat.” “But…” Gameknight says. “But were not even that far from the ground!” He expected Fletcher to roll her eyes again, but instead she gave him a evil looking smile. “Look out,” she told him. Gameknight stuck his head out. “Woah!” He yelled, gripping the sides as he instantly became dizzy. They were, in fact, VERY high off the ground. There must be three stories below them, and looking up he saw there was one more. Right above that was a lot of leafy foliage. With a shock, he realized they had completely turned a humongous spruce tree into a cozy tower. Smithy was nimbly perched on a single fence post. He was was holding his axe in one hand and a torch in his other. Looking around him, Gameknight saw there were other fence posts positioned neatly around, torches burning bright on every one. He couldn’t exactly tell, but he estimated there were fence posts every ten blocks and always ten blocks above the one below them. The NPCs had been very precise. “Now come on,” Fletcher said. “Smithy, you got two stacks yet?” The big villager nods. “I just came up here to see how you guys are doing.” He broke the other block and stepped through. 

   Smithy grinned at Gameknight. “Are you finally up, sleepyhead?” “What are you talking about?” Gameknight sputtered. “The sun just rose!” Indeed, the sun had just cautiously poked its square face out, as if it was checking to make sure the case was clear. Gameknight couldn’t help staring at the beautiful sunrise- he had never seen it from this high up before. Harvester laughed. “We always get up before the sun rises.” She told him. “We always take two stacks of wood with us and leave the rest behind,” Smithy explained. “I’m all good. I don’t need these last two blocks. And with that, he threw the blocks down. Gameknight couldn’t help but gulp when they smashed into a thousand pieces, scattering splinters everywhere. 

  Smithy grinned at them again. “Well, gotta go,” he said. He mock saluted them, and then suddenly fell backwards out the hole. Gameknight screamed and stuck his head out the gap. 

   Smithy was still smiling up at them, but grabbed a bucket out of his inventory and dumped its contents below him. Blue liquid splashed and over the ground, and suddenly Smithy was knee deep in water. He was still smiling and waved up at them. He scooped up the water again and ran off. Gameknight climes back inside, his face still pale. He looked at the girls, still shaken. 

   “Loves to scare people, huh?” Fletcher asked him. Then, with a toss of her long hair, she strode down a stair case he hadn’t noticed before. “I got to go get some carpet,” she called out without looking back. “Harvester, you need to go collect all the flowers.” 

  “Aw, no fair!” Harvester complained. “I always have to! I hate getting thorns when I get the roses!” “And then,” Fletcher went on without giving any sign she had heard the younger girl. “Go get the eggs and milk Bess.” “Bess?” Gameknight asked. “Our cow,” Harvester whispered. “Sheer the sheep, we’ll need wool, and do your job, Harvester, and go get all the food at the farms. Anything that isn’t ready to be harvested stomp on for seeds.” 

   “And what are you doing all this time?” Harvester snapped. “Getting the carpet, feeding the animals, getting the horses ready, baking the bread and meat we’ll need, going through the mine for any ores we missed, go find some pigs and sheep for meat, getting the beds, going through all the chests-“

   “Alright, alright, I get it!” Harvester snapped. She rolled her eyes. “Bye, Gameknight.” The rest of the day was a blur. The rest of the house was as nice as his room. He looked at the marble kitchen, and the many living rooms with cozy fireplaces, and walked around the garden which he was pretty sure was full with every flower in Minecraft. Tall flowers, like roses and lilacs, made a patterned wall around the garden, and the only entrance was a gravel pathway. The plants were in neat and tidy rows, the farther in you go farther you find your self in the rainbow. At the very center there was a small clearing where it looked like they had sprinkled bonemeal. Grass, ferns, and poppies litter the ground, all stretching up as if to catch the sun. There was a small pool that started out a block deep but then deepened to two blocks. The bottom was sand, and sea grass grew at the bottom with waving fronds that seemed to sway on nonexistent breezes. There was even three tropical fish, a blue, a black and green, and a magenta. The blue and black were swimming around a clump of sea grass, while the magenta circled lazily around a piece of bubble coral. 

  The gravel path widened into a circle around a bench made of oak wood stairs and fence. Gameknight sat down, listening to the soft trickle of water from a small fountain flowing into the pool. Bees buzzed overhead, going sleepily from flower to flower as if in search of the perfect one. Occasionally they would go back in their hive with a pop, their home on an oak tree planted at the edge of the circle. A bunny munched some full grown carrots someone had planted their for it, if it did notice Gameknight it didn’t care. 

   The whole place was quiet, calm, and somehow just felt lazy, and Gameknight was starting to get sleepy. At the same time, it also was a little bit sad, and Gameknight started to miss his friends back in the Overworld, and Jenny and Shawny in the physical one. He was just starting to doze off when he heard someone coming up the path behind him.  It was Harvester. 

    “Hey,” he said, yawning. “Hi,” she said. “I’ve got to get the flowers. Hey, can you help? We need to break this grass, in case there’s some seeds.” “Alright,” he shrugged. Harvester worked on collecting all the flowers while Gameknight broke all the grass for seeds. By the time he had finished a hour later, Harvester was done. “That was fast,” he marveled. “Thanks,” she said sheepishly. “I do it a lot. I was the one who built this whole garden,” she said proudly. 

    “Wow,” he said. “That’s impressive.” She beamed at him. “What are you doing?” He asked. Harvester was sitting on one of the lily pads that floated on top of the pool. She scowled at the sandy bottom, where the fish were swimming in the constantly waving ribbons of sunlight. “I’m trying to get the fish,” she explained. “But Velvet is putting up a fight, as always. And this time she’s roped Aquamarine and Spiral into it.” “Huh?” Gameknight said, confused. “The fish,” she said. “Velvet is the red, Aquamarine is the blue, and Swirl is the black one with green patterns.” This time when Gameknight looked into the rippling pond, he saw what he had thought was magenta really was a deep, dark red. So dark, he could actually see a hint of violet. The blue was a mixture of ocean blue, sky blue, and cyan. The different shades melted into each other so you could never tell where one color ended and the other began. Spiral was black, with swirls, and, of course, spirals of dark and light green. 

    It took a while, and quite a bit of swimming, but eventually all three fish were swimming around in water filled buckets. Then they took the lily pads, and scooped up the water, and took apart the bench. “What about the gravel?” Gameknight asked. “We take it,” Harvester said as she tossed him a shovel. “All flint goes to Fletcher for arrows. All the gravel we get we break over and over until it’s all flint.” 

   Then came the bees. They caught the bugs with a net Harvester had made, and she used a silk touch pick to get the hive. They cut down the tree for wood, and broke the leaves for saplings, sticks, and apples. After a long afternoon, all that was left of the garden was a hole and a indent in the ground that was covered in pebbles. Then they hit the farms. 

   Gameknight was blown away. The NPCs were growing what looked like every plant in Minecraft. There was sweet berries, sugar cane, carrots, potatoes, wheat, pumpkins, melons, beetroot, and oak trees for apples. The only thing he didn’t get was a jungle tree in the middle of it all. At first he thought it was for cookies, it was covered with cocoa pods, but he wasn’t sure why a whole tree was needed. He asked Harvester, and she answered by reaching up and plucking a very yellow- and very familiar- object out of the leaves. 

  “Is that-“ he gawked. “A banana?” “Yep,” she said. “What, do you have them in the Overworld?” “No!” He yelled. “That’s the whole point!” She shrugged. “We figured it out from the phantoms. This is what they eat, you know- that and leaves and apples.” All the User-that-is-not-a-user could do was shake his head. After a while, Harvester stopped harvesting a pumpkin she was standing in front of. Gameknight paused too, the axe he was using to cut down an oak tree with still in the air. 

  “I’m going to miss this place,” she said softly. “Of all the places we’ve been, this has been my favorite. I love this house, and the garden, and this is where I got my bunny Carrots.” As if on cue, the same rabbit he had seen earlier hopped into view. Harvester scooped him up and buried her face in his warm fur. 

   Gameknight was quiet for a minute. “I see why you’d love it,” he said finally. She smiled, but was anything but happy. “For once, I’d like to actually live somewhere where I didn’t have to move from place to place all the time.”

  “Why do you follow those guys?” Gameknight asked. “Villagers have to know they have something to do,” Harvester said. “Have a real purpose. And… this is all we got.” A few hours later, everything had been harvested and all the seeds had been taken back. The trees had been cut and so had their leaves. The cocoa pods were broken and the jungle tree had been taken down. The water hydrating the plants had been scooped up. 

                All that was left was a bunch of bare dirt. “Now what?” Gameknight asked. “What next?” “Nothing,” Harvester replied. “I already did everything else. Let’s go back to the house.” Gameknight couldn’t believe it. Half of the glass was gone, and a huge chunk of wood was gone, exposing the now empty insides. Four horses, a donkey, a cow, and a llama were standing at the front. They shook their heads and pawed at the ground. “Finally!” Harvester groaned as she dumped an armful of seeds into a chest that the donkey was carrying. “Sorry, Chocolate,” she said as the the donkey snorted. Gameknight put his supplies he had taken in Chocolates chest. “There you are,” Smithy said, sitting cross-legged on a piece of polished ditorite he had placed. “I was getting worried.”

   Harvester snorted. “Yeah, right. As if.  You could see us the whole time!” “True,” Smithy said. “Where Fielder?” Gameknight asked. “Down in the mines,” Smithy told him. “She takes her jobs very seriously.” About a hour later, Fielder turned up. All the sudden, Gameknight found himself on a white and black horse named Pat. And then they were leaving, and he was looking over his shoulder at the slowly fading house in the distance.

    And all he could think was this-

Was he going closer to the Overworld, or farther away?

   Thanks for reading!

   Chapter Four

Silver Confessions 

 

     Their path took them to a desert, right next to the Mega Taiga. Gameknight was shocked, of course, to feel the chilly pine filled air suddenly give way to terrible heat of the sandy plains. But what shocked him the most was, somehow, this desert seemed to be cooler than the ones he had been in before. “Where are we?” He asked. “This is Silver Desert,” Harvester said. “The biggest desert in the FarLands.” “Actually,” Fletcher burst out, “If you think about it, the smallest.” 

   Gameknight was confused. “How can something be the smallest and the largest at the same time?” “It’s kind of confusing,” Smithy said. “But basically, Silver Desert is the longest desert in the Far Lands. But it is really, really small when you talk about how wide it is. So it’s kind of both.”

    Fletcher clucked at Bess, who had fallen behind. “Silver Desert used to be a huge river, and that’s why the sand looks different than most. Also,” she added when Gameknight opened his mouth to say something, “Since your probably going to ask about why it’s not so hot we all melt into a puddle,  this is the only desert that’s ever been a river, and was originally a grasslands, so it’s not as hot.” 

   Harvester cleared her throat. “Legend says,” she said. Smithy and Fletcher groaned. “Here she goes again,” Fletcher says. “Always about the Overworld.” She glared at Gameknight. “The nonexistent Overworld.” GameKnight999 heart sank. “She still doesn’t believe me,” he thought. Harvester plowed into. “Legend says that Silver River was magic, and that it was the only portal from the Far Lands to the Overworld.”

   “Well, who made it?” Gameknight asked. “I know the Far Lands has wizards.” Harvesters eyes were shining. “Thats the thing,” she said excitedly. “It wasn’t a Far Lands Wizard that made it. “What?” He asked. “But-“ “It’s Overworld Magic,” she said. “It’s from your world.” “But the river is gone now,” she said sadly. “But,” she said, changing her mood so fast Gameknight had trouble keeping up. “Some say the river isn’t gone, but trapped.” “What do you mean, trapped?” Gameknight asked. “How do you trap a river?” Harvester shook her head. “I’m not exactly sure,” she said. “But the most common theory was a wizard, maybe a warlock, didn’t like the bridge. He thought the worlds were better off separate. So he closed it off. He found the very source of the river and blocked it up. But the worlds fell apart without the support of the other, and we don’t know what happened in the Overworld but bad things started happening here. The Withers were trapped, the Warlocks gained power, and monsters stopped burning. The original wizard died in all of it, but another one realized the problem and went back to save the river. The water had broken some of the block, but it had been enchanted to never let water erode it away. He saved the river and even helped it along, but at the same time a massive explosion from the war drove sand in from everywhere and covered the river. The wizard died in the water, but it is said the magic river is still flowing underneath the desert. And that’s why the sand is Silver.”

    Gameknight saw for the first time the sand did look like it had a silver tint to it. It was definitely a pale yellow. Fletcher and Smithy shook their head. “For the last time, their just stories.” “Wait!” Gameknight blurted out. “If that is true, then this biome might help me get home, or at least tell me how to!” Fletcher rolled her eyes. “I’m really worried about you,” she said. “There is no Overworld!There’s no where to go back to.”

      Everyone was quiet after that. Walking along the burning dunes, Gameknight couldn’t help thinking he was riding a camel in a caravan. He thought about people in ancient Egypt, riding for days at a time. “Lets stop here,” Fletcher said eventually. They set up a small camp. Tomorrow they would keep going, and the same things would happen on repeat for a week until they were far enough ahead of the NPC army. Smithy made a little cave in the sand for them to sleep in. They lit a little fire on a block of wood. Harvester went to bed first, then Fletcher, every muscle tense and ready to spring into action if one of the moaning husks out in the distance decided to wander in to close. 

   Then it was just Smithy and the User-that-is-not-a-user. Gameknight999 leaned back and stared up at the stars. They gleamed down at him, winking and sparkling like trying to coax him up alongside with them. The constant East-to-west breeze blew the smoke in the air into strange shapes that twisted and coiled like a snake. The dark wisps glowed silver in the moonlight. 

    “You know…” Smithy said. Gameknight looked at him, startled. “I’m not Fletcher. At least, I wasn’t always.” “What do you mean?” Gameknight asked. Smithy sighed. “Back at the village…” he trailed off. He sighed again, and started again. “Back at the village, I did believe in the Overworld. In fact, I was the one who told Harvester most of the stories she knows. She probably doesn’t remember it, though.” 

  “But, you didn’t act like you believed me or Harvester,” Gameknight said. Then, in a quieter voice, he asked, “Are you afraid of Fletcher?” Smithy laughed a mirthless laugh. “Yes,” he said. “But not in the way you think. I’m not afraid of her, I’m afraid for her.” 

   A moment before, the big NPC had been smiling, but it turned into a frown. “When we left the village- when we were kicked out of the village- we all had our ways to cope with it. Harvester was so little, she doesn’t remember it that much. She has a few memories. She’s eleven now, but when it happened she was seven. I started keeping myself busy by learning new skills and looking out for the girls. But Fletcher…”  He looked so sad Gameknight wanted to hug him. “We all believed in the Overworld at the village, I was actually the one who told Harvester a lot of her stories. She probably doesn’t remember it, though.”

     “That night when they kicked us out, I made a little cave we hid in until morning. When the sun rose, and it was safe to go out, Fletcher told Harvester to go look around. Then she turned to me and said,” He grimaced. “What?” Gameknight asked. “Smithy, we’re on our own now. It’s time for us to move on. I’m going to stop believing in the Overworld. We can’t keep believing in things that are maybe true. They have to be really true. No more what-ifs. And…” he said. “Well, I care about her, so I said I wouldn’t believe in it anymore either. And after a while, it started to seem true. But I always believe deep down, and then you came, and…” 

     “You started believing again,” Gameknight said as he started to figure it out. “But you weren’t sure if you should.” Smithy sighed again and nodded. “But… I knew you were different before you ever told us your story.” “Why?” The User-that-is-not-a-user asked. “Because…” Smithy said. He sighed. “Well because this.” And in one fluid motion, he did the same thing Gameknight had done a million times before but had never really thought to much of. With a deep breath, he drew double swords and held them both above his head. Gameknight stared up at the glittering iron blades, absolutely shocked. 

   This wasn’t what he was expecting. “I- I-“ he stuttered. But all he was able to say was “How?” Smithy shook his head. “I’m just as confused as you,” he said. “The first day we found you, and you blacked out, we were right behind the NPC army. We hid behind a tree, and while Fletcher grabbed you and told Harvester to go straight back to the house. Well, of course Harvester didn’t want to leave, and Fletcher was trying to shield you from her so Harvester couldn’t see.” He laughed. “While they were arguing, I just felt something… change. Shift. Like Minecraft’s code had been stretched out and bent and twisted as something tried to change it. And I grabbed your hand, and there was just this surge. And all the sudden all I could think about was the Overworld, and I was surprised I hadn’t given it much thought in months. 

       “And then something came over me, and I dropped your hand and grabbed both my swords. At the same time, I saw two other Blacksmiths in the army talking and laughing, and then this weird expression came in both of there faces and they both grabbed two tools and held them up just like I did. I still don’t know what it’s all about, but it has something to do with you.” The blacksmith looked down and saw he was standing, and slowly sank back onto the ground. 

   Gameknight was speechless. He knew exactly what had happened, but wasn’t sure if he should tell Smithy what had really gone on during the Great Zombie Invasion. No, he thought. No more lies. “Smithy,” he said. He took a deep breath. “What?” Smithy asked. “I didn’t tell you the whole truth,” Gameknight confessed. “About the Great Zombie Invasion. And Smithy of the Two Swords. Smithy…” he faltered. “Smithy died.” The other Smithy stared at him blankly. “Of course he died,” he said. “Everyone dies.” 

   Gameknight shook his head. “No, I mean died. In the war.” He gulped. “Right before the battle at Two-Sword pass.” “But,” Smithy said. “But then how did he hold the two swords?” He lowered his voice. “Did you lose the war?” His eyes filled with fear. “Is that why your here?” “No,” Gameknight said frantically shaking his head. “No, no, no. Just…” he paused. “Just let me borrow a sword, okay?” Smithy looked confused but handed over the weapon. Gameknight took a deep breath, then while still holding Smithy’s he drew his own iron swords Harvester had given him. Smithy gaped at him, his mouth wide open. 

    “I’m Smithy of the Two Swords,” Gameknight said. He realized he was standing, but didn’t care. “And I was the one who led the villagers to victory in the Great Zombie Invasion.”

   Wow, I finished that one fast. Thanks for reading! Stay tuned for the next chapter!

 

       Chapter Five

                  Silver Secrets

 

        After confessing he was Smithy of the Two Swords the night before and answering a bunch of questions, Gameknight had climbed down the ladder into the hidey-hole and fell into the bed that had been placed for him. Now, he was the first one up. Or so he thought.

    Sitting up, he saw that Fletchers bed, which she had insisted be placed closest to the opening, was empty. She must have tossed and turned a lot last night, because the sheets- they had taken of the covers because of the desert heat- were tangled up in knots. 

    Gameknight got up and stretched, then climbed up the ladder. At first it was hard to tell, because the yellow colors blended in with the sand, but the birch trapdoor was wide open. Sunlight streamed down through the opening. Gameknight climbed up and saw Fletcher was trying to relight last nights fire. “Here, let me try,” He offered. Fletcher looked up, surprised. Then she shrugged. 

    “All right,” she agreed. “I’ve never been much good with flint and steel.” “So,” Gameknight said as he tried to get a spark. Scrape. Nothing. “Um, how did you sleep?” Fletcher shrugged. “Okay,” she admitted. “I don’t like sleeping in the desert.” “Why not?” Gameknight asked. “It’s all the sand. It gets in my eyes, and whenever I breathe it in I start coughing and sneezing.”

   “Who doesn’t?” Gameknight asked with a laugh. Scrape. Nothing. Fletcher laughed too. “Are you going to get a spark, or are you as bad as me?” Gameknight made a crossed-eyed face and stuck out his tongue. “Nope, I’m a fire master,” he said in a funny high pitched voice. Fletcher laughed even harder. Gameknight stared down at the log. “I don’t think this wood would hold wood even I did somehow get a spark,” he said. “I mean, I’m horrible at this, but even I can tell this log is mostly ashes by now. We need a new one.” Fletcher kneeled down next to him. “Wow, your right,” she said, running her fingers through the bark. When she lifted her hand back up, long black streaks were running up and down her fingers. 

   “I guess you’ve seen this a lot.” She said. Gameknight looked up at her, surprised. “What do you mean?” he asked. “Well, if what you say is true, then something called blazes came up from some kind of underworld called the Nether, than ransacked the world for no reason and tried to eat all the trees. And then broke the ground. Which isn’t humanly possible.” Gameknight was laughing so hard he couldn’t talk. Suddenly, he stopped so fast he choked. Still, a grin spread across his boxy face. Fletcher stared down at him. “You know you look like a evil dying murder right now, right?” Gameknight shook his head. “So you did listen!” He said. Fletcher looked at him, annoyed. “Listened to what?” She asked. “To my story!” He said. “About my adventures in the Overworld.” She rolled her eyes. “Well, I was kind of forced. But yes, I heard the basics.” She kicked at the log. “Now, if you would please just light this on fire already?” Gameknight shook his head, but took out his axe and chopped up the ashy wood. Fletcher replaced it with another piece of spruce. Gameknight got into a ridiculous position, making Fletcher smile. Holding his head up high, he struck the flint to the iron. He meant it as a joke, so he was surprised when he heard a scrape and a hiss. He opened one eye and saw a spark sizzling on the log. Even as he looked, the spark grew bigger and bigger and suddenly burst into flame. 

    “You did it!” Fletcher cheered. “I- I did?” Gameknight said. “I mean- of course I did!” They both laughed. Gameknight pumped his fists. “Watch out, blazes of the underworld, because Gameknight999 is gonna burn down everything before you can even figure out how to get up here!” Fletcher shushed him, but she was smiling so much he knew she wouldn’t have cared if he kept going. 

        A few hours later, they were moving again. Smithy and Harvester had woken up, and everyone had eaten something. The horses were fed, the cow was milked and had food. The sun was near its zenith when suddenly Harvester cried out from the front of the group. Fletcher and Smithy kicked their horses into action. Gameknight did the same. 

     “Harvester! What is it?” Fletcher cried. “Are you okay?” Harvester stepped back, shaken. “I’m alright,” she said. “But-“ 

   Suddenly, Smithy yelled. “It’s a hole,” He called out. “What do you mean?” Gameknight asked. “It’s just… a drop,” he called. “It’s a hole that just goes straight down. I can’t even see the bottom.” Gameknight peered over his shoulder. Sure enough, it was just a drop. But at the very bottom…

    “Look,” Gameknight said. “At the end of the shaft. There’s light.” Sure enough, right at the end of the fatal fall was a strange bluish glow. “I’m going down,” Smithy said. “You can’t be serious,” Fletcher said. “I’ll be fine,” The blacksmith insisted. “I jump off high things all the time! I know how to use a water bucket.” 

   “Who knows what’s down there?” Fletcher snapped. “Monsters? Lava? The Void?” Smithy rolled his eyes. “Do you actually think it’s the Void?” He asked. Fletcher turned pink. “Well- no…” “And if it’s lava,” Smithy interrupted, “I just said I’ll be holding a water bucket.”

   “But what about monsters?” Fletcher shot back. “I’ll wear my armor, okay?” Smithy said. “But…” Fletcher trailed off. “Stop worrying so much, Fletcher!” Smithy said. “I’m gonna be fine.” Ten minutes later, Smithy was in full iron armor and was poised to jump. “This is NOT a good idea!” Fletcher yelled. “Three,”

   Fletcher glared at Gameknight. “I can’t believe your not trying to stop him!” “Two…” Gameknight laughed. “When your with the User-that-is-not-a-user, Crazy and Reckless is all that’s allowed.” “One! Jump!” Harvester yelled, waving her arms above her head. 

  Smithy jumped. “Cannonball!” He yelled. The fall was so long, Smithy was soon out of sight. Fletcher covered her face in her hands. Then, far, far below, there was a splash. There was a shout, and then Smithy’s voice called up to them “It’s all right! Come on down!” “Yes!” Harvester yelled, jumping in without a thought. Gameknight looked at Fletcher, shrugged, and jumped. 

       He fell for what felt like forever, and then with a splash he fell into a one block deep pool at the very bottom. He stood up and shook the water off his legs. “You didn’t have to make something this big, Smithy,” he said with a laugh. The block of water he was standing in was surrounded in carved sandstone. On each edge, sandstone wall stretched up three blocks and then came together. Smithy shook his head. “This wasn’t me,” he said. “It’s what I fell into.”  

   Suddenly, Gameknight heard a yell above him. He jumped out of the way right as Fletcher came down. She landed in the water. Splash! A huge wave came up and smacked her right in the face. Gameknight laughed. Fletcher glared at him, dripping wet. She sighed and shook her head rapidly, sending drops of water everywhere from her sopping wet hair. 

   Gameknight turned back to Smithy. “Where are we?” He asked. Smithy smiled. “Let’s see,” he said, raising the torch he was holding up. Gameknight gasped. “What?” Smithy asked. “Turn around,” Gameknight said. Harvester and Smithy turned around and gasped. The torch light glittered on a crystal blue river, looking more clean and pure than Gameknight could ever believed possible. “El Rio De Portals,” Harvester breathed. “The River Of Portals.” Her eyes glittered in the light. “It DOES exist!” 

   Gameknight turned to look at Fletcher. Her mouth was wide open in shock. “So- so there’s  actually a river underneath Silver Desert?” She stuttered. “Yes!” Harvester yelled. “But it’s trapped. There’s so much sand above us! If it fell on us, it would smother the whole river. Oh, and probably kill us. Yep, definitely kill us.”

     “Careful where you put that torch, Smithy,” Gameknight warned. Smithy nodded. As far as the eye could see, the river- El Rio De Portals- stretched out. You could see the bottom, and it was all silver sand. No more pale yellow- it was so silver at first Gameknight thought they were on Iron Blocks. He finally noticed the ground was the same sand, and the walls were silver sandstone. The water gently lapped at the shore, and Gameknight could tell this water was smooth with no currents or undertows. Somehow, the water didn’t seem to be going in any direction. Some places were calm and so still it was hard to tell there was water. In other places there were small whirlpools. The water went where ever it thought it should. 

   It is magic, he thought. But the river wasn’t the only amazing thing down there. “Look,” Smithy gasped. To their right, the biggest desert temple Gameknight had ever seen loomed above them. It was made of the same silver smooth sandstone as the rest, but the usual temple pattern was made of what looked like iron blocks, but it didn’t have the usual edges and lines. Silver. 

     “The Silver Temple,” Harvester breathed. “It does exist.” Gameknight didn’t know he was walking towards the temple until he reached out his hand and touched the smooth surface. The three villagers followed suit. At first, it was quiet. Then…

      “Welllllllllllll,” Harvester said. Gameknight could see she was trying to keep herself calm, but she was a bomb about to explode. “Are we going in?” “NO.” Fletcher said. “I agreed to coming down into this cursed pit, but we are NOT going into some creepy building. Smithy and Gameknight looked at each other and smiled. Fletcher scowled. “Don’t you DARE!” She yelled. But Gameknight, Smithy and Harvester were already on their way inside, laughing.

    But as soon as they were inside, they stopped abruptly. It was if something had been shoved into their mouths. Inside Silver Temple, it was so quiet it seemed rude to make any sound at all. “You didn’t tell us their was a Temple,” Gameknight whispered. But it was so quiet otherwise, it was if he had yelled it for all of Minecraft to hear. “I didn’t think it was important,” Harvester said. “But the Temple was originally a place for everyone that lived on either side of the river to meet up. There was a bridge on either side that connected them to the Temple. I can’t believe it’s still here.”

   They heard someone run up behind them. “I can’t believe you made me do this,” Fletcher said angrily. “We didn’t make you,” Harvester said. “If you had wanted, you could have sat and pouted on the bridge the whole time. Fletcher scowled. “What bridge?” Gameknight asked. “I don’t remember any bridge.” They all looked at him.  “Um, the bridge we crossed to get over here?” Smithy said. Gameknight shook his head. “I don’t remember that.” Harvester shrugged. “Well, I’m not surprised. You kinda just wandered towards the temple all, like, dazed. You sorta looked like a zombie.” 

    Her eyes lit up. “Ooo, what if he turned into a zombie?” “He did NOT turn into a zombie!” Fletcher said. “Smithy, please help me with this!” But he didn’t answer. Looking over his shoulder, Gameknight saw Smithy had his pick axe out and was hacking at the normal desert Temple floor pattern. Just like outside, the pattern was made of the same strange Iron Blocks. 

   Fletcher groaned and facepalmed. “Oh, great!” She said. “Now everyone is crazy.” She glared at Smithy. “What are you doing? You do know we’re over WATER, right? What are you trying to do, drown us?” “There’s always a treasure under these things,” Smithy said. “W-A-T-E-R.” Fletcher yelled, waving her arms over her head. “DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND ENGLISH? WATER!” 

    “Always,” Smithy said firmly. And then the first block broke. The sound of water reached their ears. “See?” Fletcher boasted. Smithy dropped his pick, looking disappointed. “Come on,” Fletcher said, turning. “Let’s go.” Harvester and Smithy followed, looking sad. But Gameknight stayed put. Something wasn’t right. “Wait,” he said. They stopped. “What now?” Fletcher asked. “The sound,” Gameknight said. 

   Fletcher rolled her eyes. “What about it? What about the same thing you ALWAYS hear from a river?” “But this isn’t a normal river,” Gameknight said. “Did you hear any splashing earlier?” Fletcher stopped. “Well, no…” 

    In an instant, Harvester and Smithy were right next to the User, fighting to try and stare down into the hole. Smithy grabbed his pick and chopped at the floor, making the hole much bigger. Fletcher came over, but the look on her face clearly told Gameknight she was not happy. 

     But in a moment all there faces had looks of awe on them as they stared down into the hole. The water had turned into a raging roaring whirlpool. And even as they watched, the water slowly went down, leaving an empty square tunnel straight down with watery walls. 

   And then the water was gone. The water was calm, except for a few ripples. But a moment later even those were gone. Down at the very, very bottom, a bluish glow lit up four brown boxes. “Chests!” Harvester cheered. Smithy broke another block, and then both of them were swimming down to the bottom. Fletcher sighed, but jumped in too. 

    Gameknight went last. He readied himself to go down, but he hesitated. There was something down there. Something that would scare him from his head to his feet, he could feel it. There was no monsters, but that glow meant something. And he wasn’t going to like it. 

 

   Chapter 6

                         The Prophecy 

    Gameknight999 swam down through the cold water, his lungs starting to squeeze from the lack of air. He could feel the magic in the water pulling around him, this was El Rio De Portals, The River Of Portals. It was the connection between the Far Lands and the Overworld. 

         And he was going to the bottom of it. 

   They had found a ancient Desert temple down by the river, it had once allowed the people of the Far Lands to go from one side to the other. They had broken the floor, and found a magic whirlpool that faded away and left a tunnel to the bottom that had four chests. The walls were made of the river, and that’s what he was in. 

   Finally, the User-that-is-not-a-user reached the bottom. He gulped up the humid air. His friends, Fletcher, Smithy, and Harvester were all combing through the chests. “Oh, horse armor! Melons! An enchanted book! I got diamonds! Emeralds! Bread! I got obsidian!”

   None of them were looking at the center of the room. Where the light was. 

A lectern. And on the stand, a book. A glowing blue book. Gameknight approached the lectern, feeling somewhat scared. Taking a deep breath, he cautiously reached out his arm and flipped to the first page. Nothing happened. He leaned over and started reading. 

   And this is what he saw.

     THE PROPHECY 

He smiled. Oh, good. He thought. It’s my story. Nothing to worry about. But his smile faded as he kept reading.

   THE PROPHECY

At the beginning, the Far Lands and the Overworld were nearly the same. A portal was always wide open and anyone could go from side to side. But The One Who Must Not Be Named did not like having it wide open, so The Evil One had a Far Lands Wizard close the portal by stopping the magic river that was the Far Lands portal. But this caused horrible destruction to both worlds, and the Far Lands went through horrible war after horrible war. This is what killed off most of the wizards and warlocks. But the Overworld suffered many times more. The One Who Must Not Be Named created the Four Terrors Of Minecraft. The Eyeless One almost took complete control. But the worst of the Four Terrors Of Minecraft, The Sorcerer Of Blood, attacked the One Who Must Not Be Named in a desperate attempt to take over Minecraft himself. The plan did not work, but the challenge weakened The One Who Must Not Be Named and Minecraft was free at last. Eons later, a strange wave went over the land. All the villagers lost their  memory and their hands were locked across their chest. They did not know what had happened, and began to recognize it as The Awakening. 

       Gameknight chest tightened. “They mean…” he said softly to himself, “There was a long war before The Awakening? And the villagers had free hands?”

The villagers had their own Prophecy, one about a User-that-is-not-a-user that would come from the Other Place and save them from many horrors. The time this Prophecy started is unknown, but it is thought to have been created soon after a small war the villagers of the Overworld call The Great Zombie Invasion. It is unknown, but it is thought The Blood Sorcerer was an important part of that war, and The One Who Must Not Be Named played a small part as well. 

    Gameknight’s blood turned to ice. A small war? The Great Zombie Invasion? If that was small… then what were the other wars before that like?

This is all in the future.

No it’s not! He thought.

Help will be sent to the User-that-is-not-a-user long before this happens. 

What help? He thought furiously.

There will be a savior.

If that’s the Oracle, you can kiss Minecraft goodbye! 

The Hero.

Sorry, but the only Hero I know that isn’t dead or locked in a destroyed computer chip is, oh, I don’t know, NOBODY?!?!

At first, the User-that-is-not-a-user and the Hero will be enemies.

Who is it, Entity303? 

The Hero will be defeated by The-user-that-is-not-a-user.

Oh, great! So I kill the only one who can save the world!

But the Hero will come back. 

Oh, do they?

And they will take the place of the User-that-is-not-a-user. 

Oh, they will, now?

They will lead the Villagers and Humans of the Overworld and the Villagers and Wizards and Warlocks of the Far Lands.

Oh, so this involves the Far Lands now, does it?

They will defeat The One Who Must Not Be Named and bring peace to Minecraft. 

I’m sorry, but I already have! 

And the Hero would no longer have any more to do in Minecraft, and they will leave with the User-that-is-not-a-user to The Other Place. 

Oh, so now I’m taking people away?

Minecraft will have no more reason to fret. 

“So that’s it? All I have to do is leave Minecraft and everyone will be happy?” Gameknight yelled. He stopped suddenly,  realizing that he had picked up the book and was clutching it so hard his knuckles were turning white. “Ahh…” he said. His friends were all standing around him, staring at the book with pale faces. “Did I say that out loud?” He said weakly. The look on their faces told him all he needed to know. 

   “But wait, there’s more,” Harvester said. Gameknight flipped the page. 

       THE PORTAL

It read in big letters. Gameknight scanned the page. “It’s all about how to get back to the Overworld,” he said. “There’s a Desert well straight ahead from the hole. I’m supposed to stand next to it and say this code.” He gestured to the page, where a long poem had been written in some sort of fancy scrawl. 

   “But there one more page!” Smithy said. “What does it say?” Gameknight flipped the page again. His eyes widened as he saw the page. “Woah,” he breathed. “What?”  Fletcher said. She sounded anxious. There was no doubt about the Overworld now. Gameknight cleared his throat.

    “Whoever finds this,” he began. “Watch your back.” He stopped, confused. “Keep going!” The three NPCs urged. “Their coming. The shadows. They’ve always been coming. They are getting stronger. The One is getting stronger. The Maker. He comes. Ever forward. They will find me. I will be done for. She will be done for. The world will be over. The Blood Sorcerer. The Hero. The User-that-is-not-a-user. They are one and the same. Together. Apart. The One Who Must Not Be Named. He will not stop. The shadows are coming. Always coming. 

The Void will rise.

The monsters will cower.

 The villagers will die.

 The humans will rebirth.

 The Shark will swim through the seas and have the water. 

 The Snake will slither forward and rule the land. 

 The Panther will pounce and rule the night.

 The Blood Sorcerer.

 He will be last.

 He will control all.

 The sun will be put out.

 The moon will shatter.

 The stars will fall. 

The rain will turn to acid.

 The forests will burn. 

 The jungles will be everything.

 The jungles will be deserts.

 The deserts will be swallowed by the ocean.

 The oceans will dry. 

 The sand will be glass.

 The glass will be nether.

 The nether will be stone.

 The stone will be bedrock.

 The bedrock will be Void.

 The Void will be all.

I am evil.

I am kind.

I am power.

My name is M-“

  Gameknight stopped. His eyes widened with fear. “What?” Harvester asked. “What’s their name?” Gameknight shook his head. He mumbled something they couldn’t hear. He held up the book. 

    There was no name. M was it. But there- right there- under the last line was a splatter of something. Something red. Something the color of dry blood.

 

    Chapter 7

The Mural

“So…” Harvester said. She was trying to break the awkward silence, but it just made it weirder. They were standing in front of the little pool they had fallen into. “Um, how do we get back out of here?” “I don’t know,” Smithy said with a sigh. “Maybe there’s a way out farther along the tunnel?” Fletcher suggested. “What do you think, Gameknight?” 

  Gameknight didn’t answer. He still had the book in his hands, constantly reading and rereading it. The whole thing gave him the chills, but what really scared him was the note from M. If it was right, then Minecraft was doomed. 

  And he couldn’t do anything to stop it! Apparently, someone else was gonna come and take his place. And they were part of a prophecy, not the one he had written. The User-that-is-not-a-user prophecy. A real wizard, or prophecy writer, or whoever did it, had obviously done it before. 

    This was gonna happen. And when the Hero came, he couldn’t just say “Oh, sorry, but I’m the one in charge here!” He couldn’t say no! He had to turn over his position, to some person that was obviously gonna fail on protecting the Overworld! No, not just the Overworld, EVERYTHING! The One Who Must Not Be Named, whoever that was, would probably want his world too! And the Far Lands couldn’t just wriggle out of the equation either. What was he gonna do?

   Nothing! He thought angrily. Some idiot is going to lead Minecraft to its doom! And I’ll just have to watch! My friends-

    A yell interrupted his angry thoughts. He looked up and realized Smithy and Harvester were gone. They must have gone to look for a way out. In a moment, Fletcher and Gameknight were running as fast as they could towards the sound. But when they reached their friends, they were surprised. There were no monsters or any problem at all. Harvester and Smithy were simply standing in front of the wall. 

     “What is it?” Fletcher asked. Gameknight looked up and gasped. A mural as painted up on the wall. It was actually more like ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics. Gameknight had seen them once in a museum on a field trip. The first picture was of four people standing in front of a well. One of them had little lines above there head. 

    It’s me, he realized. The next panel showed him again, on what looked like a wall. People were all around him, and he could see the tips of houses behind them. The village! He thought. Right in front of him, literally floating in the air, was a girl. Long hair flowed down her back, and she wore a dress that seemed to shimmer even on the wall. But the creepy part was her eyes. They had been painted with all different colors. 

   The next panel showed Gameknight in an arena like area fighting a NPC with strange eyes. On a closer look, he realized they were bright white. His heart sank. Oh, no. On a closer look, he saw hundreds of stands. Every single one was filled with NPCs. He saw his friends, but the weird things were there were two other people with names above their heads. 

    Next was him helping up someone with white eyes, and him talking to a smiling Herobrine. And there he was holding his swords against a girl with black eyes, and him and an User-that-is-not-a-user girl on horses while he carried a chest. And there was Herobrine with three other people, and Gameknight yelling at him to come back. Then Gameknight on the ground with Herobrine standing above him with a sword. And then him and Herobrine holding swords while something that looked half bird half human stood in front of them. And then Gameknight on his knees as Herobrine stood in front of him with his arms outstretched. A black user with red eyes and no server thread stood behind Herobrine.

    And then-

Gameknight moaned. “No, NO!” He said. Because, in the next panel, a picture of Herobrine on a small pillar was etched into the stone. Villagers swarmed around them, and the same two girl users were in the background. And Gameknight-

  Gameknight999 was bowing to Herobrine. 

Gameknight’s head swam. He held his head in his hands and moaned. He completely missed the next few panels- Herobrine floating in the air with a red ball of magic in his hands, his mouth open as if he was screaming in agony. The bird man was floating in front of him, his eyes wide in shock and terror as he started to fade away. Then a confused looking user standing with a sword in his hands as Gameknight looked on in awe. The name, unlike Gameknight’s, was as clear as day. 

   HEROBRINE

 

Then Gameknight was enveloped in white light, and so was Herobrine. 

 

    Gameknight opened his eyes but didn’t see any of it. Instead, this was what he saw. Two glowing white eyes had been painted on the wall, with the word Herobrine painted above them. Gameknight stared at the floor and closed his eyes. He didn’t look up for a long time. 

Chapter 8

Hunter

    “Okay. For real this time.” Harvester said. “How do we get back up?” Once again, they were standing in front of the pool of water. Gameknight didn’t say anything. He didn’t even look up from the book still in his hands. His friends didn’t get what was going on. Yes, he had told them about Herobrine, but they didn’t know that much. They’d never seen him. They’d never met him. They’d never fought him! Not like Gameknight had. They didn’t know how many lives were at stake. If he came back now, he would know not to take the Gateway of Light or he’d be trapped again. 

      And if those hieroglyphics were right…

   No, he thought. Herobrine is gone. GONE. But he was still scared. Terrified. 

  Fletcher snorted. “What are we supposed to do, walk into the pool and suddenly teleport?” She said, walking backwards into the pool. “AHHHHHHH!” She screamed as she suddenly shot straight up on a column of water. At first, none of them said anything. Harvester spoke first. “Well, if that’s how we’re gonna die, at least we’ll have fun doing it.” The water splashed back down again, and she jumped in. 

    The water came back down a moment later and Gameknight jumped in. He held the book close to his chest so it wouldn’t get wet, but the water stayed by his feet to his amazement. The walls blurred together around him as he shot past. As suddenly as the ride had started, he was spat out on the sand. 

   “Took you long enough,” said a teasing voice behind him. Fletcher and Harvester were standing behind him. Gameknight laid flat on his back. The sun baked him. He hadn’t realized it, but he had gotten used to the cold of the underground. Harvester helped him up. A minute later, Smithy appeared in a spray of mist. 

   “Where are the horses?” Gameknight asked. Harvester pointed behind her, where the horses were tied and hungrily munching. “We gave them some grass,” Harvester said. 

   It was night by then, so they set up a small camp. It was an uneventful night. They ate some bread and pork, then went to bed. The next day, they were ready. “Today, we go to the Overworld!” Harvester shouted. 

    They jumped onto the horses and got into a straight line in front of the hole.  And finally, they were off. They rode for hours and hours, and Gameknight stared to doze. And finally, he slipped off. 

 

    The silvery mist wrapped around Gameknight999, hugging his legs as if terrified of what stalked through the darkness. Gameknight was startled. “Where am I?” He thought franticly. But something about the thick silver fog seemed familiar, like he had been here before. And then it hit him.

     This was The Land Of Dreams, the place between the waking world and unconsciousness. He was a Dream Walker like his friend Hunter, her sister Stitcher, and Gameknight’s sister Monet113. Gameknight hadn’t been here in a long time. In fact, the last time he could remember coming was when he was fighting the first spider queen Shakiliud. Why would he come back now? He was still on the horse, but he hopped off. On his own, he wandered off into the mist. He went for what felt like hours, but eventually heard voices. He stopped. He looked anxiously down at his iron armor and sword. He knew how hard it could be to defend yourself in the Land Of Dreams. Closing his eyes, he concentrated. Slowly, enchanted diamond coating wrapped around him. In one hand, he held his favorite bow. In the other, he notched an arrow. Suddenly, the voices stopped. A pair of brown eyes and what looked like flames appeared in the mist. He pulled the bowstring as far back as he could. “Show yourself, monster,” he growled. “Or this arrow goes right through you.” 

     But all he got was frustration when the voice laughed. “Put that bow down, idiot.” A familiar voice said teasingly. “You could never beet me in a shooting match and you know it.” Gameknight dropped his arms to his sides, his eyes wide open with shock. “Hunter?” He asked. 

    The red haired girl ran out of the mist laughing and wrapped her arms around him. “Where have you been?” She scolded. “You haven’t come back! We need you!” Her face filled with worry. “Where are you?” “I’m really sorry, Hunter.” He said anxiously. “I tried to come back, but I’m stuck in the Far Lands.” Her face crinkled in confusion. “The- what lands?” She asked. “The Far Lands,” he rushed. “I’m trying to get back, I promise! Wait, what’s happening?” The room was starting to spin. The mist turned into a whirlpool. “Gameknight?” Hunter yelled. “Gameknight, your fading!” 

   Gameknight looked at Hunter. “Hunter-“ he started, but then everything was black. 

      Chapter 9

Desert Well

 Gameknight999 woke up with a start. He was on his horse, the reins slipping from his hands. “Where- where am I?” He asked. “You fell asleep,” Harvester said. “I shook you awake.” “Hunter…” Gameknight said. “The Land Of Dreams…” Harvesters eyes widened. “You told us about that!” She said excitedly. Gameknight shook his head to try and clear some of the fogginess. “I went to the Land Of Dreams,” he said. “I saw my friend Hunter.” “Hmm.” Fletcher said, riding up next to them. “Well. That sounds very exciting, but we’re here. So, please can we get to the well now?” Gameknight looked up and saw that they were on a huge hill of sand, almost a mountain. There were three other mounds, all in a diamond pattern. The sides of the mountains were very steep on the way to the middle of the mountains. In fact, it looked like a asteroide had hit and left a huge crater and blew the sand up around it into hills. “Let’s go!” Harvester yelled, rearing her horse. And she charged down the hillside. After about fifteen minutes of riding, they reached the bottom. And Gameknight was standing in front of it. 

       The desert well.  Right there, in front of him. They all hopped off their horses and stood in front it. Down in the crater, the sand was our silver like in the cave. “So…” Fletcher said. “Um, are you gonna read the code?” 

  “Oh, right.” Gameknight said. He took out the book and cleared his throat. He stared into the crystal blue water of the well. He wondered if it was from the river. He’d never seen such nice water in a well before. 

        “World of Wizards,” he began. Nothing happened. Except… was it just him, or did the air seem to have stilled? Thickened? “World of Warlocks.” Yep, definitely thickened. 

    “Bring me to the land of hope. Bring me to the land of misery.” A hum fill the air. “Where two blades meet the weapons of doom. Where the sun shines bright on fresh spilled blood. Where the Hero lies in watching wait. Where kings of old are mearly bait.

    When the portal awakes a certain date

     Life will be up to fate

     And when the Hero comes through the gate

     The Blood Sorcerer 

     The Panther

      The Snake

       The Shark

       The Terrors

        The Hawk

They will return

And the Prophecy will start

Or fall apart

 

     Take me to death. Take me to life.

Take me to the OVERWORLD!!!!!”

 

Gameknight was screaming but wasn’t sure why. The ground was shaking. The air was screeching. And then the break. 

    A huge roar sent them to their knees. The horses reared and bolted, probably to end up in the savanna. The four people clambered up the rumbling hills and stood on the top. At first, Gameknight didn’t see it. What he did see was three savanna villages on each side except where they were facing the way they came. Villagers were pointing and screaming. Looking behind him, the well was spurting water every which way. As he watched, the roof crumbled and fell with a splash.  

                 And then he saw it. 

     Right in front of them, a huge silver wall rose higher in the air than Gameknight thought possible. Absolutely thousands of blocks in the air, so high it blocked out the sky. But that’s impossible! He thought. The block limit-

        The block limit. That’s not blocks! It’s- it’s-

    “THE RIVER!!” Harvester screamed. “ITS BEEN FREED! RUN!”

        The water hovered right above them as they turned to run. But it was to late. A moment later-

 

       It was on them. 

 

   Chapter 10

            Extra Baggage 

 

 

     Gameknight999 woke up to the waterfall gently splashing him with tiny droplets. He smiled and sat up. “Yes!” He yelled, jumping up. “I made it! I made it! I- AHHHHHH!” He jumped back. He had spawned right up on the edge of the cavern the waterfall fell into. “Well, that’s weird.” He said. “I can’t believe the river did that! I hope they got out okay.” He sighed. “Well, I’m finally back!” He grinned. 

      Nearby, two horses were tied to trees. Gameknight laughed. “Oh, so now I have a reputation of bringing people with me!” He said. He ran off to his hidy-hole. At first, everything was quiet. And then- 

      “OFFF!” Someone landed right on the edge just like Gameknight had. She seemed to have fallen from nowhere. Suddenly, another person landed on top of her. And then another! “Get! Off! Of! Me!” The first one gasped. 

    “Oh no!” The last person, a little girl, yelped. “I think we broke her!” The second person, a man, jumped up too. “Are you okay?” He asked anxiously. He helped the older girl up. “I’m fine,” she said. “Besides just getting crushed.”  

  Gameknight ran back out of his hidy-hole, fully dressed in diamond armor. He replaced the dirt, and turned around to go get the horses. He saw the NPCs. His jaws dropped. “What you guys DOING here?” He yelled, running towards them. 

    Fletcher, Smithy, and Harvester glared at him. “APPARENTLY, that portal took us too!” Fletcher snapped. “And it brought us to some crazy place with a water fall that we almost fell into! I just barely missed not drowning!”  

      “Where are we?” Smithy asked. “That’s what I’m so amazed about,” Gameknight laughed. “Guys… this is the Overworld.” They just stared at him, amazed. “Whaaa-“ Smithy said. “I can’t believe it EXISTS!” Fletcher yelled. Her cheeks were flushed. “Harvester?” Gameknight asked. “Are- are you okay?” 

    Harvesters face was bright red and and she was standing stock still. “The Overworld,” she mumbled. “I’m in the Overworld. I am in the Overworld. I am IN the OVERWORLD!” And then she fainted. 

    Gameknight ran over, but Fletcher already had it covered. She ran right over and dumped a bucket of water on Harvesters face. The girl jumped up. “You are going to love Hunter,” Gameknight said with a laugh. “Thank you!” Harvester yelled, hugging Gameknight. 

    “This has been my dream since I was little!” She beamed up at him. He patted her awkwardly on the head. “Can’t- breathe,” he hissed. “Oh, sorry,” Harvester said, stepping back. “It’s alright,” Gameknight said between gulps of air. “Let’s get to the horses,” he said. “I’ll be at the front with Fletcher, since I know the way.” 

            “The way to what?” Fletcher asked suspiciously, climbing up onto the saddle behind him. “The village!” Harvester sang out. “The WHAT?” Fletcher yelled. But it was to late. Gameknight pulled on the reins and they were off. “This is not a good idea!” Fletcher yelled. But Gameknight did not slow down and eventually Fletcher was quiet. They rode on for hours. Almost there, he thought. Almost there. 

    Fletcher was quiet. But eventually, she spoke. “I heard you and Smithy the other night.” Gameknight jumped, startled. “You- you did?” He said. “Yes,” she said. “And I’m sorry if I didn’t believe you.” Gameknight shrugged. “I see why you wouldn’t.” 

    “But… there’s something I want to tell you. Harvester isn’t my sister.” Gameknight stares at her, confused. “But… the way you act, and you look the same…” she shrugged. “It’s a coincidence,” she said. “Well, is she your cousin ?” He asked. “She’s my daughter.” Gameknight stopped the horse. “Your daughter?” He asked. “But your only a few years older than her! 

      Fletcher looked down. “When me and Smithy were little,” she said. “Our families would be together a lot. We ARE cousins. And once, we were having dinner at my house. Me and Smithy stayed but our parents went on a walk.”

     “There’s this place everyone calls the pit. It’s this one area of the village behind some houses that is really dark at night. It was dangerous, but nobody would light it up. And that night, a zombie spawned. It attacked our parents, and of course they had no weapons. The zombie eventually burned, but not before it took out three more people.”

    Gameknight felt horrible. They had lost their village and their parents. “Smithy and I moved in together.” Fletcher continued. “We stayed at my house. Two months later, the village thought it was time for us to find a place to live for good. They tried to have people adopt us, but we didn’t let them. At one point I had to stay at Bakers for a week, but I stopped eating and just stared out the window. I was so miserable they let us live together for good. A month later, I was five and Smithy was eight. One night we were eating dinner. Suddenly, I saw someone by the door. I opened it, but whoever it was ran off. I was going to go back inside, but I heard crying and saw a BABY on the steps.”

          “We raised the baby and named her Harvester. Then, when she was five, I was ten, and Smithy was thirteen we were kicked out. So…” “Does Harvester know?” Gameknight asked. Fletcher nodded. Gameknight shook his head. “This is crazy,” he said. He grabbed the reins. Suddenly, the horse bucked. He caught it, but the book fell out of his inventory. Fletcher caught it. Her face went pale. “What?” Gameknight asked. “We missed a page,” she said. He handed him the book and they read it together. 

 

 

                          SIGNS

 

     When the Prophecy starts, there will be a series of events leading up to it. 

 

    First, the User-that-is-not-a-user will enter Minecraft for the first time. 

 

Gameknight’s blood ran cold. The Prophecy had started before he had even known villagers were alive?

 

     Second, the User-that-is-not-a-user will be trapped in the Far Lands and in his entering the Overworld will open the portal. The first sign may not start the Prophecy, but this will. 

 

   The Void will rise and come as a girl.

 

 

   The Blood Sorcerer will come back from the dead. 

 

    The Panther will pounce. 

 

 

   The Snake and the Shark will attack.

 

 

   The One Who Must Not Be Named. 

 

 

  They will return.

 

 

 

          The Last Battle For Minecraft

 

Gameknight moved his hand away from a spot where the red ooze had leaked through and stuck the pages together. He quietly put the book back. 

And they kept riding.

 

     A few hours later, they reached the village. The villagers hung back, nervous about going back in a village for the first time in five years. “Wait here,” he said. He ran up to the walls, waving his arms. The watcher on the tower shouted “Open the gates!” The big iron doors swung open. “Finally!” Hunter said, as she ran towards him. “Took you long enough!” She said. Gameknight smiled. “But I only saw you yesterday!” He said. Hunter frowned. “But I talked to you in the Land Of Dreams weeks ago!” 

      “Oh no,” Gameknight said. “We’ve been in that portal for a month!” “We?” Hunter said. “Oh, right,” Gameknight said. “Follow me.” Together they ran towards the edge of the forest. Harvester was petting the horses, Smithy was patiently waiting by a tree, and Fletcher had her bow out. She looked terrified. Hunter got her bow out, too. “Calm down,” Gameknight said. “We’re all friends here. Hunter, this is Harvester, Smithy, and Fletcher. There from the Far Lands.” 

    Hunter shook her head. “You keep saying that,” she said. “I’ve never even heard of it.” “Well, it’s sorta hard to explain,” he said. “It’s basically another world.” “Gameknight!” He heard behind him. He turned just in time to see Herder slam into him. “Woah!” Gameknight said, laughing. “Careful!” 

    Herder jumped up and ran off to his horses. Gameknight saw Harvester cheerfully start chatting like they were old friends. “Good to see you, old friend.” Gameknight heard behind him. He turned to find Crafter at his side. As usual, his bright blue eyes were smiling. “I see you brought friends,” Crafter said. Gameknight smiled. “That’s Harvester, Smithy, and Fletcher.” Crafter lowered his voice. “Is Fletcher the scared one?” Sure enough, Fletcher still had her bow out with an arrow on the string. Judging from her face, she was terrified. “Is she alright?” Crafter asked. “Yeah,” Gameknight said. “She’s just had some problems with villages before.”

     “What kind of problems?” Crafter asked. “They used to live in a Pacifist village,” Gameknight explained. “They were the only ones who thought they should have weapons to protect themselves. So… they got kicked out. They’ve been living on their own for years.” Crafters eyes widened. “That’s horrible!” He said. “I know,” Gameknight agreed. “But I need to tell you something,” Gameknight said anxiously. “There’s this prophecy, and-“ 

    “It can wait,” Crafter said suddenly. “What?” Gameknight asked, confused. “Let’s just… celebrate your here!” Crafter said quickly. He looked nervous. “Crafter?” Gameknight said sternly. “What’s going on?” He realized all his friends were there now. “Tell me.” 

   “Well,” Crafter began nervously. “This girl has been showing up.” “And?” Gameknight asked. “And she calls herself Void,” Crafter said. “And?” Gameknight went on. “And… well, we think she’s Herobrine’s… daughter.”

      Gameknight froze. And then suddenly slumped over, unconscious.

 

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