Welcome to the prologue for my new story, "The Monster's Heart". Yes, Minecraft doesn't seem like a game you'd write a story about, but, trust me, I think it's alright, at least. So, I hope you enjoy. :D
"Go in." the gruff man commanded, patting a kid's back.
The kid sighed. "I want to look around, first! This place looks so cool." As he spoke, he felt the walls of the hallway, made from blocks of chiseled nether quartz. "Whoever built this place must be an expert."
"You know how important this is, right?" the man questioned. "The Legion of Light is going to discuss something very special. Do you want to miss that?"
"No..." the kid answered, finally going through the birch doors. He was instantly swarmed by men who wore white cloaks made from wool, shaking his hand cheerfully.
"You must be Grant's son!" one man said.
"Aww, you look so young! How old are you?" a woman asked.
The kid didn't want to answer, knowing that this woman was a stranger and strangers shouldn't be trusted. The man, Grant, nudged his kid encouragingly. "Go on. I know her. She's a good friend of mine and a mother as well."
Glancing away shyly, the kid answered. "Uhh, seven?"
"Seven! That's way too young for a new member, but Grant can do what he wants, apparently." The woman stared at Grant as she spoke.
Grant chuckled. "Amelia..." he said in a low voice, looking at something other than the woman's eyes.
Luckily for Grant, a voice cut through the crowd. "Silence! Everyone take their seats."
Everyone suddenly hushed, making the kid feel uneasy. Whoever spoke must be the boss, right? The mass of white robes quickly sat in chairs the kid never even noticed. Grant grabbed his arm and brought the kid to two empty seats. They both sat down.
A man entered the room. His cloak was white, with golden Withers and Dragons sewn into the fabric. His face was completely concealed by the head of a creeper. The empty sockets glanced at everyone in the room, and the scowl made him look even more intimidating, even though it was quite obvious that it wasn't his real face.
"Welcome Myrick." Everyone said at once.
Grant nudged the kid. He quickly perked up. "Welcome Mayrick!" he quickly said, not caring that he had mispronounced Myrick's name.
"Welcome all." Myrick answered. "Welcome to a very special meeting for the Legion of Light. I know this may interfere with daily life, being short notice and all, but I believe we have found what is causing all the corrupt monsters."
Everyone turned their heads to each other, muttering. Myrick showed no emotion, or even showed that he noticed the people in front of him (though it could just be the mask), and so he stayed silent. The mutters soon ended when Myrick raised his hand. "I would like to thank Steve for finding this source of corruption," he said, waiting for the sudden cheers and claps and chanting ("Steve! Steve! Steve!") to end. "As we all know, monsters never really die. We may kill them, but they always wake back up and start preparing to hunt us down again. I have wondered why this was so until we found something interesting. Steve, please explain."
A man who had a visible blue shirt and blue jeans underneath his robes stood up. "I was out exploring a bit when I met a villager. He was a very odd young man who wore green robes and spoke of things I never thought I'd hear a villager say. Things about temples and potions and apples of the golden variety. We spoke for a bit, and he rambled on about mansions full of insane villagers and temples that sunk underneath the sea. He asked me if I knew about things that enable you to glide and great purple flying ships that Endermen ride. I thought he was crazy, but at the same time, he seemed to know what he was talking about. It was strange," Steve admitted. "Then, he told me about the Monster's Heart. It, according to him, is the power of insanity, vanity, and immortality compacted into one little object, so vile and wretched that creatures of our darkest fears spawn from it. Once again, I thought he was crazy. I said, 'What proof do you have?', and he said, 'I saw it myself. Still don't believe me? Take this' and gave me this book."
Steve tossed a book at Myrick, who caught it with ease. The kid realized that the book was covered in brown stains and felt sick. Myrick opened the book to the first page. "Aha," he said quietly, before reading aloud. "'The Monster's Heart is a mystical object made from vile states of mind and the greatest curse of all to create what fuels monsters today. Back then, so few people survived whenever they decided to take a glimpse at the heart, since, according to them, it is guarded by many monsters of many varieties; zombies, skeletons, and creepers are just a few of the spotted monsters. The Heart has now been hidden for centuries, but it is only a matter of time until some fool stumbles upon it.' Well, looks like we have an artifact to search for, and with the rebellion against us, it'll be hard. However, with our new addition," Myrick looked at the kid. "We might stand a chance."
Everyone stood up. "Welcome, son of Grant, savior of the world." they said. The kid blushed.
