Chapter Three – Attacks

          Gameknight jumped up with a start. He gasped in air. Looking around him, he recognized the obsidian and cobblestone walls of his castle. “Hello?” He called. The door opened, and Stitcher ran in. “Your awake!” She yelled. Gameknight shook his head like he was trying to clear cobwebs. “I had the weirdest dream,” he said. “I was stuck in the Far Lands, and then I was here, and Crafter said something about Herobrine having a daughter…”
   Stitcher laughed nervously. “Huh, wow! That is so weird!” Gameknight glared. “Stitcher,” he said warningly. “What are you not telling me?” She sighed and flopped down on the bed next to him. “Well, your gonna find out eventually,” she said, rubbing her eyes. He noticed she had huge bags under her eyes and she seemed to be about to slump over and fall asleep right then. “Stitcher, why are you so tired?” He asked. “You look like you haven’t slept in days!”
  “That’s because I haven’t,” she said yawning. “I’ve been with Harvester helping Morgana. Miner and Farmer are complaining we’re taking all the melon and gold for healing potions.” She suddenly jumped, her eyes wide. “For healing potions,” Gameknight said as he connected the dots. “Uh-“ Stitcher said. Then she stopped. “No, I got nothing.” She said with another sigh.
     “And you said with Harvester,” Gameknight said. “So it IS true! Come on, we got to go find everybody!” “Woah woah woah,” Stitcher said, grabbing him. “Don’t worry. Every bodies fine. We have absolutely everything under control.”
      At that exact moment, the watcher in the watchtower started screaming “WE’RE UNDER ATTACK!” Stitcher crossed her fingers, but of course Watcher then had to scream “AGAIN!” Gameknight glared at the red headed girl. “Under control, huh?” He snapped. Stitcher gulped. “Okay, so maybe not EVERYTHING,” she said.
   Gameknight ran out of the room, finding himself in a cobblestone hallway. He ran down to the tunnel leading into the village. The usually calm place was erupting with chaos. People were running around and archers were sprinting towards the walls. Warriors in iron armor were clustered around the village gates. “Gameknight,” a voice said behind him. Crafter was there, looking as exhausted as Stitcher. Never less, he was wearing armor and his enchanted sword was at the ready.
   “Crafter!” Gameknight snapped. “What is going on?” Crafter leaned against his sword. “Not now,” he said. “There’s a battle out there.” He turned to go, but Gameknight grabbed him. “Not until you tell me,” he said. “And besides, you look exhausted. If you go out there, you’ll get hurt.”
   Crafter wanted to say no, but Gameknight had a real point  there. His friend deserved the truth, and he really was about to fall over. “Fine,” he sighed. “Let’s go to the crafting chamber.” He started to go, trying to walk like normal. But Gameknight still asked, “Why are you limping?” His eyes trailed down to Crafters blood-soaked leg. Crafter just shook his head. “Let’s just go.”
  Gameknight grabbed Crafters arm. “I can walk by myself,” Crafter complained. But as soon as Gameknight let go, Crafter collapsed. Gameknight helped him up. “By yourself, huh?” He said. When they finally got to the watchtower, Gameknight insisted on breaking the block over the hidden ladder. They moved into the tunnel. Crafter nodded to the guards, and the iron doors swung open. Crafter led Gameknight down a new hallway and into a room with wool chairs. Crafter fell over onto the nearest chair. Stitcher, who had been silently following behind, sat down too.
     Gameknight didn’t sit. Instead, he paced around the small cobblestone chamber. “So?” He snapped. “What happened?” Crafter looked at Stitcher, and she knew he wanted her to talk. She sighed, but started talking.
   “About a month ago, this girl appeared at the gate. And she, well,” And this is what she said.

   Hunter smiled. “Can’t catch me!” She called over her shoulder. Stitcher laughed. “Your on!” The two sisters ran around the village square. The village had been peaceful ever since Gameknight had left.
  But not for long.

  Suddenly, Hunter slammed into Digger. “Sorry,” she said. One look at Diggers face told her something was very wrong. She went pale. “What’s happened?” She asked. “There’s someone at the gate,” Digger said, his voice shaky. A few minutes later, the whole village was clustered around the gates.
  “What’s going on?” Herder said, appearing next to Hunter. The usual wolf trailed behind him. She shrugged. “I don’t know. Digger said someone’s at the gate. He looked pretty freaked out, though.” She turned to Digger, who was next to them. “What happened?” She asked.
   “I was standing guard,” Digger said loud enough for everyone to hear. His booming voice silenced the crowd instantly. “When all the sudden, someone appeared.”
 “Which way did they come from?” Someone shouted. Digger shrugged. “That’s the thing. They didn’t come from anywhere. One minute everything was empty, and then they were just- there.”
  Suddenly, the gates banged open. A hooded figure stepped into the middle of the villagers. Everyone backed up so fast, the stranger was quickly in a large clearing. There was something creepy about this person.
  Hunter wanted to take out her bow and shoot them, but she knew it would be ridiculous. Instead, she carefully notched an arrow but didn’t raise her bow. Instantly, she felt better. “Who are you?” Stitcher said bravely. “Who are you and what do you want?”  
      Nothing happened. And then, a quiet but firm sound filled the air. And then a loud, girlish voice came from the figure. “I wish to speak with your Crafter,” she said. Someone ran off to the crafting chamber. A moment later, Crafter stepped out of the crowd. The person with the female voice gave everyone the creeps, but somehow Crafter was able to look right into their would-be face.
    “Yes?” He asked calmly. The hooded figure looked down and- pulled off there hood.
    It was a girl, no younger than sixteen. A gasp went through the crowd when they looked at her face- she was a user. The gasp almost turned into a scream when they saw something else, she had no username. Crafter froze.
      “I’ve come to give you a warning.” She said slowly. Hunter couldn’t help but notice how pretty she was. She was tan with long hair that reached to her waist. It couldn’t seem to decide on a color, she was an array of blonde, black, hazel, brown, a rich red the color of blood. She even saw a few hints of purple. She had red lips and sharp cheekbones. Her eyes also seemed a mix, there was brown and black and dark green and bright blue and reds and purples. She wore a dress of black material, that caught the light and dazzled them with every color of the rainbow. It was so long her feet were covered.
   “A warning about what?” Crafter said. “A warning about me,” she purred. Hunter saw she was actually walking slowly around him, forcing him to walk into the middle of the clearing. “You still haven’t told us who you are,” Crafter said. “They call me Void,” she said. Her voice had only the slightest bit of spite in it when she said that. Hunter saw, behind the coolness of her face, there was a deep rage in her eyes. She hated something, or someone,  but the anger wasn’t directed to them. No, it was someone far away, someone who had in a way scarred her into hating them.
   “Void?” Crafter asked. Suddenly, the cloak disappeared from around her shoulders. A few people screamed. “Let this be a lesson to you and your pathetic User-that-is-not-a-user,” she snarled. “You think Herobrine was bad? Just you wait. I am ten times more powerful than he could ever be, and, unlike my preceder, I have smarts.” And she stared to laugh. She slowly levitated in the air, and her eyes suddenly exploded with light and color. Magenta and cyan and blood red bounced off the walls of buildings and nearly blinded people. Everyone was screaming now.
  And in a puff of teleportation particles, she was gone.

  Stitcher finished. “Ever since then, we keep getting attacked by all sorts of monsters. Sometimes, we see Void in the back of the mob.” Gameknight was worried. No, terrified. He had nearly died hundreds of times fighting Herobrine, he couldn’t do it again. And Void sounded much stronger. “What do you think?” He asked Crafter. But his friend was fast asleep. “Let him sleep,” Stitcher said. “He’s been awake for a week.”
   “Why?” Gameknight asked, shocked.  Stitcher shrugged. “We told him to rest, but he kept himself busy helping everyone. He’s been avoiding us for the last few days.” She struggled to her feet. “You get some rest,” he said. “Thanks,” she said. She curled up in her chair and fell fast asleep.
  Gameknight left the chamber. Outside, the  sun was setting but the sounds of battle still filled the air. He ran up onto the wall where there was archers firing down at the mob. He looked and saw it was consisted of spiders and a few creepers.
   “Look who’s up,” a familiar voice said next to him. Hunter smiled at him. He didn’t answer. He was busy scanning the monsters, looking for the girl that had been it haunting the village and now he realized, his dreams.
   “What is with you?” Hunter asked. She realized. “Did they tell you about Void?” Gameknight nodded. “Oh,” she said. She scowled and shot at the nearest spider a little harder than she needed to. “Did they tell you about the explosion?” She snapped. “No,” Gameknight asked surprised. “What explosion?”  
   “When she finished talking with Crafter, there was a big explosion. That’s how Crafter got hurt. Baker and Farmer got hit pretty bad too. When all the dust settled, she was gone.”
   Gameknight took out his bow. He looked around the battle field. There weren’t that many monsters left. Then, out of the corner of his eye, there was a flash of blue.
     “I’ll be right back,” he told Hunter. Shoving past archers, he walked across the wall.  The figure walked away to. They started to run. So did Gameknight. They ran all the way past the archers. Gameknight’s was slowly gaining. He could see it was a girl. And then-
   “Gotcha!” He yelled, grabbing her. The girl screamed. “Monet?!?” He shouted. “What are you doing here? Your supposed to be watching the digitizer!”
   His younger sister looked sheepishly up at him. “Hi, Tommy.” She said weakly. “And don’t use my real name online!” He dropped her onto the cobblestone. “Well, I found your note, and I looked for you at the village on the computer. But you weren’t there, and everyone looked really worried, and the wall needed to be repaired, so I came in.”
   “But who’s watching the digitizer?” He said, fuming. “Well, I called Shawny, but he was sick, so I looked through your phone book and found another number. I called her and she’s watching us right now. “She?” Gameknight asked. Now he was confused.
  Then he heard some one in the chat. “Hey, guys. Everything okay down there?” Someone said. “See? That’s her now!” Monet said. “Hold on, I’m coming,” the voice said. A user suddenly appeared in front of them. A girl with light purple eyes, a orange hoodie, hazel hair, jeans and sneakers. “Hi Gameknight,” she said, punching the air in a wave. “Remember me?”
   Gameknight did remember her. It was WonderWriter2000, they had met a few years ago when he was still a Griefer. “Monet called me and told me to come over,” she said. “I’m in your basement now. It’s kind of crazy. Did your dad do all this?” She disappeared.
     Gameknight glared at his sister. “I can’t believe you barged into Minecraft and let a stranger into the house,” he scolded. She turned her nose up. “Well, I’m glad I did.” She said. “I’m a good archer and you know it. The village needs my help if there gonna fight this Void girl.
   Gameknight just shook his head. It was gonna be a long day.