(Warning: the following story contains some strong language. If you’re too posh for a bit (and I do mean just a bit) of cursing, then turn back and LEAVE NOW. Otherwise, read on. ^.^)
(NOTE: This is the second book in the Minecraftia: Great War series. For Book 1: The Rise of Evil, click here.)
As the dark was gathering unnoticed by all but one, life in Minecraftia went on as normal. In the southern jungles, the Bloku tribe was out searching for various herbs. The Longeoneers of the Mincraftian Seas were fishing for the infamous Jabo squid. In the eastern forests, the Wolveneers were duck hunting, as usual. To the north, the dwarves of Khaz Modan were digging holes as they did everyday. Far, far, above, the Spacemen were floating around. And at the heart of it all, in Diamond City, the capital of Minecraftia, a simple iron miner would become the leader of the greatest army known to Minecraftia.
His name was Steve, and this is his story.
● ● ●
Just one more day, he told himself. One more day, and I’m out of here for good.
A week ago, Steve had gotten a job offer from the Sheep Co. Foundation. They wanted him to be an overseer at their farms—an easy job which came with good pay as well. Steve had accepted, and today, after work, he would resign from the Iron Miners.
Steve took his diamond pick and helmet, and descended down the mineshaft.
Mindlessly mining for iron had seemed like a good job at first, until he learned that each worker only got 1% of what they mined. Since then, it had all been downhill.
The mineshaft seemed empty; not much a surprise, as Steve always got to work earlier than everybody else.
He began the last mine of his job. Hacking through the rock, he came upon a strange white artifact that seemed to be glowing. Unable to help himself, he picked it up, fascinated. As soon as he did, the artifact started to glow brighter and brighter. Steve was forced to look away. A shockwave exploded out of the artifact, rippling the fabric of reality. Then the light and the artifact both faded away, and in their place was a beautiful woman dressed in white robes.
“Holy ****, who are you, what are you, and how did you get here?!?” Steve yelped.
The woman smiled, and large wings appeared behind her. “I am ez, angel of Notch. I am here because you were chosen.”
“Chosen? What do you mean?” asked Steve.
ez became more serious. “The world is in peril, Steve. The darkness is tipping the balance.”
She waved her hand across the wall, and it turned smooth and clear. “Observe.”
Steve watched as images were played along the wall. He saw the rise of Israphel, the turning of the spiders, the creation of the creepers.
ez watched Steve, whose face had turned very pale. He turned to her. “So…that’s what we’re up against? Just the undead armies of darkness, then?”
“Yes, Steve,” answered ez. “And YOU will lead the armies of Notch against them.”
Steve couldn’t help himself: he laughed, loud and heartily. But when he saw ez’s expression, he stopped.
“You…you’re serious?” he asked.
The angel nodded.
“But…I’m just an iron miner. I barely manage to get by, and you expect me to lead an army?”
Again, ez nodded.
“How the hell am I supposed to do that? Do we even have an army?”
This time, ez shook her head. “You will gather our armies.”
“Again, WHY ME??”
“Steve, you have a strong spirit. You may not recognize your true potential yet, but there are none in Minecraftia more capable to lead the armies of Notch than you.”
Steve blinked, surprised. “Um…okay then, I guess I don’t have much of a choice. Where do I start?”
“Begin by gathering the warriors of Diamond City. Then head north to gather the dwarves of Khaz Modan.”
“Um, one little problem,” said Steve. “Why would they listen to me?”
ez smiled. “Because they will. Also, I shall give you the power to scry.”
“You mean…the wave-the-hand-and-show-an-image thing?”
“Yes. Simply focus on what you want to see, and it is done.”
Steve concentrated for a second, and then an image of his sister eating breakfast popped up on the wall.
“Okay, that’s pretty awesome,” Steve admitted. “But I still don’t know if they’ll listen to me.”
“Oh, they will. Good luck, Steve. We’ll be watching.” And in a flash of blinding light, ez disappeared.
“Wait! What about…****.” With a heavy sigh, Steve began the long walk back up the surface, pickaxe in hand.
● ● ●
Steve headed for the town square. By the time he got there, it was noon, and there were hundreds of people milling around. He finally spotted his target: a podium in the center.
“This has got to be the stupidest thing I have ever done,” he muttered to himself. But he climbed onto the podium, cleared his throat, and began to speak.
Steve had never been the best at public speaking; in school, he did well enough on presentations to get by while not getting the highest grade either. But this was different. This presentation would either save Minecraftia, or leave it to the darkness.
“People! Everybody, please listen!” called Steve. A few dozen people stopped and waited for more.
“The world is in great danger! Please, you must listen!” With every word he spoke, more people stopped and listened. Steve knew that ez must have been helping. He wasn’t that awesome.
“The darkness is rising! Evil is rising! We are all in danger!” By now, he had a crowd of a few hundred people, so he figured this was as good a time as any to do the scrying.
“Look!” he said, pointing to a nearby billboard. He concentrated, and it turned glassy and smooth. Then he showed them what ez had shown him: Herobrine, the rise of Israphel, creation of the creepers, the spiders turning to the darkness. People gasped and screamed.
“Please, stay calm!” Steve attempted.
“Stay calm?!?” somebody in the audience called out. “Why the **** should we do that? We’re all doomed!”
“NOTCHDAMNIT, NO WE’RE NOT!” Steve shouted. People stopped panicking at once. Some gasped: Steve was almost glowing with a white light. “We will NOT give in!” he shouted. “We will NOT give up! We WILL form an army! We WILL fight back! And we WILL win!” He raised his pickaxe. “Now WHO’S WITH ME?!?”
As one, the crowd roared. Many of the men saluted with their swords; others shot their bows into the distance. Steve had done it; he had started his army.
“Okay guys,” Steve said after everybody had calmed down. “There’s about 5,000 of you and about 20,000 of the enemy.” Muttering ran through the ranks.
“Hey! Hey, stay calm. We’re not done yet,” Steve reassured them. “Tomorrow, we leave for the Yogsmount, to get the support of the dwarves of Khaz Modan.”
“Tomorrow?” asked one of the men. “Why not tonight?”
Several of his buddies looked at him pointedly.
“Oh…the darkness…right.”
“Great. Any other questions?” Steve asked. Nobody said anything. “Okay… see you tomorrow then.”
● ● ●
The next day, the army met at the town square.
“Okay then, everybody ready? Have you said your goodbyes? Great. Let’s go.”
And with that, they were off.
The army travelled for nearly the entire day. Just three hours to sunset, the Birchalaya mountain range came into view. An hour from sunset, they arrived at the Yogsmount: the biggest mountain in all of Minecraftia.
As the army neared the mountain, a squad of guard dwarves appeared.
“What is your business here?” the lead guard demanded.
“We need your help,” Steve said simply.
The guard leader considered the request. “Come with me,” he said eventually.
The doors to the mountain opened smoothly. The humans, Steve included, watched open-mouthed as the two huge hunks of steel smoothly came apart, then closed behind the army. They were now actually inside the mountain, which had a huge domed roof far above them. The cavern was lit by glowstone hung from the ceiling. Above them was half of the dwarven city. Below them was the other half.
“Um….wow,” said Steve. “So who’s in charge here?”
“That would be me,” said a voice from ahead of them. A large, bearded dwarf stepped forward, carrying a diamond axe. “Honeydew of Khaz Modan, at your service.”
Steve stepped forward. “Well…that’s a very nice mountain you’ve got there.”
“It is, isn’t it? It would be a shame if anything happened to it,” Honeydew agreed.
The two of them stared at each other.
“I just felt like somebody walked on my grave,” they said in unison.
Steve cleared his throat. “Look, we came here because we need your help.”
Honeydew folded his arms. “Explain.”
So Steve told Honeydew about everything: Herobrine, Israphel, the Creepers, even about ez and being chosen.
When he finished, he looked at Honeydew expectantly. “So…will you help us?”
“Absolutely,” Honeydew said without hesistation. “It’s been ages since we’ve had a good fight.” He turned to other dwarves who had gathered.
“MY BRETHREN!” he shouted, his voice echoing around the mountain. All around the city, dwarves stopped what they were doing and listened. “WE HAVE A GREAT EVIL AFOOT IN MINECRAFTIA!”
Dwarves started cheering.
“Um….Honeydew?” Steve said uncertainly. “’Why are they cheering?”
Honeydew turned and grinned. “Because WE HAVE A WAR!”
The city burst into applause, battle cries, and whistling. In a normal tone, Honeydew explained, “We’re normally content with just diggy diggy holing, but we do love a good war.”
“Oh, awesome,” replied Steve, chuckling. Then, remembering his duty, he got more serious. “How many of your people can fight?”
“Oh, nearly all of them. I’d say…7,000. Why, how many do you need?”
“All of them.”
“Perfect.” Turning to his people, he raised his axe and shouted, “FOR JAFFAS!”
The now doubled army continued onwards, towards their next destination: the Wolveneers.
(NOTE: This is the second book in the Minecraftia: Great War series. For Book 1: The Rise of Evil, click here.)
As the dark was gathering unnoticed by all but one, life in Minecraftia went on as normal. In the southern jungles, the Bloku tribe was out searching for various herbs. The Longeoneers of the Mincraftian Seas were fishing for the infamous Jabo squid. In the eastern forests, the Wolveneers were duck hunting, as usual. To the north, the dwarves of Khaz Modan were digging holes as they did everyday. Far, far, above, the Spacemen were floating around. And at the heart of it all, in Diamond City, the capital of Minecraftia, a simple iron miner would become the leader of the greatest army known to Minecraftia.
His name was Steve, and this is his story.
● ● ●
Just one more day, he told himself. One more day, and I’m out of here for good.
A week ago, Steve had gotten a job offer from the Sheep Co. Foundation. They wanted him to be an overseer at their farms—an easy job which came with good pay as well. Steve had accepted, and today, after work, he would resign from the Iron Miners.
Steve took his diamond pick and helmet, and descended down the mineshaft.
Mindlessly mining for iron had seemed like a good job at first, until he learned that each worker only got 1% of what they mined. Since then, it had all been downhill.
The mineshaft seemed empty; not much a surprise, as Steve always got to work earlier than everybody else.
He began the last mine of his job. Hacking through the rock, he came upon a strange white artifact that seemed to be glowing. Unable to help himself, he picked it up, fascinated. As soon as he did, the artifact started to glow brighter and brighter. Steve was forced to look away. A shockwave exploded out of the artifact, rippling the fabric of reality. Then the light and the artifact both faded away, and in their place was a beautiful woman dressed in white robes.
“Holy ****, who are you, what are you, and how did you get here?!?” Steve yelped.
The woman smiled, and large wings appeared behind her. “I am ez, angel of Notch. I am here because you were chosen.”
“Chosen? What do you mean?” asked Steve.
ez became more serious. “The world is in peril, Steve. The darkness is tipping the balance.”
She waved her hand across the wall, and it turned smooth and clear. “Observe.”
Steve watched as images were played along the wall. He saw the rise of Israphel, the turning of the spiders, the creation of the creepers.
ez watched Steve, whose face had turned very pale. He turned to her. “So…that’s what we’re up against? Just the undead armies of darkness, then?”
“Yes, Steve,” answered ez. “And YOU will lead the armies of Notch against them.”
Steve couldn’t help himself: he laughed, loud and heartily. But when he saw ez’s expression, he stopped.
“You…you’re serious?” he asked.
The angel nodded.
“But…I’m just an iron miner. I barely manage to get by, and you expect me to lead an army?”
Again, ez nodded.
“How the hell am I supposed to do that? Do we even have an army?”
This time, ez shook her head. “You will gather our armies.”
“Again, WHY ME??”
“Steve, you have a strong spirit. You may not recognize your true potential yet, but there are none in Minecraftia more capable to lead the armies of Notch than you.”
Steve blinked, surprised. “Um…okay then, I guess I don’t have much of a choice. Where do I start?”
“Begin by gathering the warriors of Diamond City. Then head north to gather the dwarves of Khaz Modan.”
“Um, one little problem,” said Steve. “Why would they listen to me?”
ez smiled. “Because they will. Also, I shall give you the power to scry.”
“You mean…the wave-the-hand-and-show-an-image thing?”
“Yes. Simply focus on what you want to see, and it is done.”
Steve concentrated for a second, and then an image of his sister eating breakfast popped up on the wall.
“Okay, that’s pretty awesome,” Steve admitted. “But I still don’t know if they’ll listen to me.”
“Oh, they will. Good luck, Steve. We’ll be watching.” And in a flash of blinding light, ez disappeared.
“Wait! What about…****.” With a heavy sigh, Steve began the long walk back up the surface, pickaxe in hand.
● ● ●
Steve headed for the town square. By the time he got there, it was noon, and there were hundreds of people milling around. He finally spotted his target: a podium in the center.
“This has got to be the stupidest thing I have ever done,” he muttered to himself. But he climbed onto the podium, cleared his throat, and began to speak.
Steve had never been the best at public speaking; in school, he did well enough on presentations to get by while not getting the highest grade either. But this was different. This presentation would either save Minecraftia, or leave it to the darkness.
“People! Everybody, please listen!” called Steve. A few dozen people stopped and waited for more.
“The world is in great danger! Please, you must listen!” With every word he spoke, more people stopped and listened. Steve knew that ez must have been helping. He wasn’t that awesome.
“The darkness is rising! Evil is rising! We are all in danger!” By now, he had a crowd of a few hundred people, so he figured this was as good a time as any to do the scrying.
“Look!” he said, pointing to a nearby billboard. He concentrated, and it turned glassy and smooth. Then he showed them what ez had shown him: Herobrine, the rise of Israphel, creation of the creepers, the spiders turning to the darkness. People gasped and screamed.
“Please, stay calm!” Steve attempted.
“Stay calm?!?” somebody in the audience called out. “Why the **** should we do that? We’re all doomed!”
“NOTCHDAMNIT, NO WE’RE NOT!” Steve shouted. People stopped panicking at once. Some gasped: Steve was almost glowing with a white light. “We will NOT give in!” he shouted. “We will NOT give up! We WILL form an army! We WILL fight back! And we WILL win!” He raised his pickaxe. “Now WHO’S WITH ME?!?”
As one, the crowd roared. Many of the men saluted with their swords; others shot their bows into the distance. Steve had done it; he had started his army.
“Okay guys,” Steve said after everybody had calmed down. “There’s about 5,000 of you and about 20,000 of the enemy.” Muttering ran through the ranks.
“Hey! Hey, stay calm. We’re not done yet,” Steve reassured them. “Tomorrow, we leave for the Yogsmount, to get the support of the dwarves of Khaz Modan.”
“Tomorrow?” asked one of the men. “Why not tonight?”
Several of his buddies looked at him pointedly.
“Oh…the darkness…right.”
“Great. Any other questions?” Steve asked. Nobody said anything. “Okay… see you tomorrow then.”
● ● ●
The next day, the army met at the town square.
“Okay then, everybody ready? Have you said your goodbyes? Great. Let’s go.”
And with that, they were off.
The army travelled for nearly the entire day. Just three hours to sunset, the Birchalaya mountain range came into view. An hour from sunset, they arrived at the Yogsmount: the biggest mountain in all of Minecraftia.
As the army neared the mountain, a squad of guard dwarves appeared.
“What is your business here?” the lead guard demanded.
“We need your help,” Steve said simply.
The guard leader considered the request. “Come with me,” he said eventually.
The doors to the mountain opened smoothly. The humans, Steve included, watched open-mouthed as the two huge hunks of steel smoothly came apart, then closed behind the army. They were now actually inside the mountain, which had a huge domed roof far above them. The cavern was lit by glowstone hung from the ceiling. Above them was half of the dwarven city. Below them was the other half.
“Um….wow,” said Steve. “So who’s in charge here?”
“That would be me,” said a voice from ahead of them. A large, bearded dwarf stepped forward, carrying a diamond axe. “Honeydew of Khaz Modan, at your service.”
Steve stepped forward. “Well…that’s a very nice mountain you’ve got there.”
“It is, isn’t it? It would be a shame if anything happened to it,” Honeydew agreed.
The two of them stared at each other.
“I just felt like somebody walked on my grave,” they said in unison.
Steve cleared his throat. “Look, we came here because we need your help.”
Honeydew folded his arms. “Explain.”
So Steve told Honeydew about everything: Herobrine, Israphel, the Creepers, even about ez and being chosen.
When he finished, he looked at Honeydew expectantly. “So…will you help us?”
“Absolutely,” Honeydew said without hesistation. “It’s been ages since we’ve had a good fight.” He turned to other dwarves who had gathered.
“MY BRETHREN!” he shouted, his voice echoing around the mountain. All around the city, dwarves stopped what they were doing and listened. “WE HAVE A GREAT EVIL AFOOT IN MINECRAFTIA!”
Dwarves started cheering.
“Um….Honeydew?” Steve said uncertainly. “’Why are they cheering?”
Honeydew turned and grinned. “Because WE HAVE A WAR!”
The city burst into applause, battle cries, and whistling. In a normal tone, Honeydew explained, “We’re normally content with just diggy diggy holing, but we do love a good war.”
“Oh, awesome,” replied Steve, chuckling. Then, remembering his duty, he got more serious. “How many of your people can fight?”
“Oh, nearly all of them. I’d say…7,000. Why, how many do you need?”
“All of them.”
“Perfect.” Turning to his people, he raised his axe and shouted, “FOR JAFFAS!”
The now doubled army continued onwards, towards their next destination: the Wolveneers.
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