(This is the first in a 5-book series called Minecraftia: The Great War. Enjoy, and leave feedback!)
Book 1: The Rise of Evil
The wind rippled through the desert, though the single living thing in it—a man—did not seem to notice, or care. He was chanting intently, staring at a single patch of sand much darker than the rest. He brought his arms up, his blue T-shirt rippling in the wind.
The incantation seemed to be having an effect. The sand turned maroon, then blood red, finally glowing bright red and rising up, forming a gateway. In an instant, a column of sand appeared, and the bloodstone portal melted away as rapidly as it had formed.
“What is your bidding, my lord?” The whirling sand column whispered to the man.
“Rise, and show yourself,” He commanded.
The sand died away, revealing a shockingly pale man in a tattered suit. Most alarming of all were his eyes: intelligence yet wild, seeking revenge, and completely bloodred. He spoke a word, and a shadowy bow formed in his hands. He bowed.
“I am Israphel,” he whispered.
“Hmm, the Sandeye himself. Lord of the Deserts. I could use you yet,” the other man mused. “Pledge your allegiance!”
And Israphel knelt, looked into His blank white eyes, and spoke. “I pledge myself to Lord Herobrine, Prince of Darkness, Seer of the Nether. I pledge myself to service to and past my death. I pledge my everlasting loyalty to he who is Darkness, in the hopes of become one with the Darkness myself. This, I pledge.”
And He looked upon Israphel and smiled, as shafts of darkness emerged from His eyes into the Sand Lord’s.
“Come,” He said. “We have much to do.”
● ● ●
The Prince and the Sandeye traveled for days, through countless biomes, until they reached what appeared to be an uninhabited stretch of forest.
“This is it, yes?” rasped Israphel as they stood overlooking the swath of trees.
“Do not doubt me, Sandeye. Observe.”
In His hands grew a shaft of darkness which curved and solidified into a conch shell, which Herobrine put to his lips and blew.
At first, there was nothing. Then, from what sounded like a mile away, came a quiet scuttling, which grew louder and louder until it was thunderous, and the source was revealed: strange, 8-legged beasts with 8 eyes as well, about 6 feet long each, staring curiously at their strange visitors.
“Behold—the arachniads,” said Herobrine.
“How can this be? There must be at least a thousand of them!” replied Israphel.
“You’ve been locked away for far too long, my servant. Quite a lot has changed here in Minecraftia. However, back to our current objective.”
He stopped talking and began another incantation. The sky darkened, and each of the arachniads stiffened one by one as the spell took hold of their minds. As the Prince of Darkness finished the chant, the sky lightened up, and the arachniads slowly scuttled back to their dens.
“I would advise that we leave now,” Herobrine stated smugly. “By nightfall, these creatures will be hungry for some Minecraftian flesh, as they will every night onwards.”
And the two servants of the Dark disappeared into the shadows.
● ● ●
“Forgive me, my Lord, but these…spiders…do not seem like enough to turn the world to darkness,” said Israphel hesitantly.
“Oh, I know,” Herobrine replied. “We are not done yet.” And from the darkness he pulled a curved black blade.
“This is just the beginning.”
And the Seer of the Nether sliced his arm from elbow to wrist. But instead of blood, a dark gaseous substance pooled beneath the wound.
“And now…some flesh,” He said. Without hesitation, Israphel held out his arm.
“How much?” he asked simply.
Herobrine smiled, his blank white eyes staring at Israphel’s.
“All of it.”
He slashed, and the Sandeye’s arm fell to the ground. Israphel grimaced, but didn’t complain.
“And now we work the darkness.”
The two began to chant. The blood of darkness began to swirl around the arm, before actually entering it. The arm turned mottled and green; the thumb fell off, and two of the fingers worked their way around to face opposite the others.
The arm suddenly stood up on its fingers; it grew in length and width until it was 3 meters tall and half that in width. The top blossomed into a crudely shaped head, which grew intelligent black eyes and a permanently scowling mouth.
As the last echo of the chant died away, the servants of evil studied their creation.
“It has your features, Sandeye,” observed Herobrine. It was true. The eyes, flat nose, and scowling mouth of the monster all matched Israphel.
“My Lord, our wounds…” muttered Israphel.
“Oh, of course.” With a single word, darkness seared His arm shut. Twines of the dark reformed into the Sand Lord’s arm. Then He turned back to the monster.
“What are you, fiend?” asked Herobrine.
The monster looked down upon its two masters.
“I am…the creeper,” it rasped. “I am…the first.”
Israphel’s mouth twitched into something resembling a smile. “Oh, I see,” he said.
Herobrine turned to his servant, blank eyes boring into Israphel. “Show me.”
Israphel spoke to the First Creeper. “Show him.”
The First Creeper closed its eyes. Behind it, a bolt of darkness shot down, kicking up dirt and smoke. When it cleared, a smaller creeper had appeared, this one only 2 meters tall. It hissed, its black eyes looking about curiously.
“Now show your true power!” called Israphel.
The First Creeper closed its eyes once more, and its spawn exploded, showering them all with green goo.
Herobrine chuckled darkly. “How many of these…creepers…can be spawned?”
The First Creeper stared at its master. “As many as necessary.”
Well your grammar, spelling, and wording were all pretty good. So far the idea doesn't interest me too much, but I have barely read anything yet, so I am sure I will like it more later on. Having said that, why is the book so short? You could just make this chapter 1 and make the other books chapters 2 and 3 and have them all in the same thread. This one is the appropriate length for a single chapter after all.
Book 1: The Rise of Evil
The wind rippled through the desert, though the single living thing in it—a man—did not seem to notice, or care. He was chanting intently, staring at a single patch of sand much darker than the rest. He brought his arms up, his blue T-shirt rippling in the wind.
The incantation seemed to be having an effect. The sand turned maroon, then blood red, finally glowing bright red and rising up, forming a gateway. In an instant, a column of sand appeared, and the bloodstone portal melted away as rapidly as it had formed.
“What is your bidding, my lord?” The whirling sand column whispered to the man.
“Rise, and show yourself,” He commanded.
The sand died away, revealing a shockingly pale man in a tattered suit. Most alarming of all were his eyes: intelligence yet wild, seeking revenge, and completely bloodred. He spoke a word, and a shadowy bow formed in his hands. He bowed.
“I am Israphel,” he whispered.
“Hmm, the Sandeye himself. Lord of the Deserts. I could use you yet,” the other man mused. “Pledge your allegiance!”
And Israphel knelt, looked into His blank white eyes, and spoke. “I pledge myself to Lord Herobrine, Prince of Darkness, Seer of the Nether. I pledge myself to service to and past my death. I pledge my everlasting loyalty to he who is Darkness, in the hopes of become one with the Darkness myself. This, I pledge.”
And He looked upon Israphel and smiled, as shafts of darkness emerged from His eyes into the Sand Lord’s.
“Come,” He said. “We have much to do.”
● ● ●
The Prince and the Sandeye traveled for days, through countless biomes, until they reached what appeared to be an uninhabited stretch of forest.
“This is it, yes?” rasped Israphel as they stood overlooking the swath of trees.
“Do not doubt me, Sandeye. Observe.”
In His hands grew a shaft of darkness which curved and solidified into a conch shell, which Herobrine put to his lips and blew.
At first, there was nothing. Then, from what sounded like a mile away, came a quiet scuttling, which grew louder and louder until it was thunderous, and the source was revealed: strange, 8-legged beasts with 8 eyes as well, about 6 feet long each, staring curiously at their strange visitors.
“Behold—the arachniads,” said Herobrine.
“How can this be? There must be at least a thousand of them!” replied Israphel.
“You’ve been locked away for far too long, my servant. Quite a lot has changed here in Minecraftia. However, back to our current objective.”
He stopped talking and began another incantation. The sky darkened, and each of the arachniads stiffened one by one as the spell took hold of their minds. As the Prince of Darkness finished the chant, the sky lightened up, and the arachniads slowly scuttled back to their dens.
“I would advise that we leave now,” Herobrine stated smugly. “By nightfall, these creatures will be hungry for some Minecraftian flesh, as they will every night onwards.”
And the two servants of the Dark disappeared into the shadows.
● ● ●
“Forgive me, my Lord, but these…spiders…do not seem like enough to turn the world to darkness,” said Israphel hesitantly.
“Oh, I know,” Herobrine replied. “We are not done yet.” And from the darkness he pulled a curved black blade.
“This is just the beginning.”
And the Seer of the Nether sliced his arm from elbow to wrist. But instead of blood, a dark gaseous substance pooled beneath the wound.
“And now…some flesh,” He said. Without hesitation, Israphel held out his arm.
“How much?” he asked simply.
Herobrine smiled, his blank white eyes staring at Israphel’s.
“All of it.”
He slashed, and the Sandeye’s arm fell to the ground. Israphel grimaced, but didn’t complain.
“And now we work the darkness.”
The two began to chant. The blood of darkness began to swirl around the arm, before actually entering it. The arm turned mottled and green; the thumb fell off, and two of the fingers worked their way around to face opposite the others.
The arm suddenly stood up on its fingers; it grew in length and width until it was 3 meters tall and half that in width. The top blossomed into a crudely shaped head, which grew intelligent black eyes and a permanently scowling mouth.
As the last echo of the chant died away, the servants of evil studied their creation.
“It has your features, Sandeye,” observed Herobrine. It was true. The eyes, flat nose, and scowling mouth of the monster all matched Israphel.
“My Lord, our wounds…” muttered Israphel.
“Oh, of course.” With a single word, darkness seared His arm shut. Twines of the dark reformed into the Sand Lord’s arm. Then He turned back to the monster.
“What are you, fiend?” asked Herobrine.
The monster looked down upon its two masters.
“I am…the creeper,” it rasped. “I am…the first.”
Israphel’s mouth twitched into something resembling a smile. “Oh, I see,” he said.
Herobrine turned to his servant, blank eyes boring into Israphel. “Show me.”
Israphel spoke to the First Creeper. “Show him.”
The First Creeper closed its eyes. Behind it, a bolt of darkness shot down, kicking up dirt and smoke. When it cleared, a smaller creeper had appeared, this one only 2 meters tall. It hissed, its black eyes looking about curiously.
“Now show your true power!” called Israphel.
The First Creeper closed its eyes once more, and its spawn exploded, showering them all with green goo.
Herobrine chuckled darkly. “How many of these…creepers…can be spawned?”
The First Creeper stared at its master. “As many as necessary.”
Book 2: Call of the Heroes is out. Click here!
Bonus points for me listening to Ballad of the Creeper while finding this.
Thanks very much ^.^
Thanks, and yes, Bonus to you!
Sure.
Maybe you could have a tiny link to this in the description? :smile.gif:
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