The heat and warmth of the rising sun spilled over the landscape, casting long shadows over the small town of Willowbrook. However, it was winter, so the sunlight wasn't very bright, and the landscape was covered in snow as far as the eye could see, which sparkled like a rainbow under the sun.

Liam shuffled along the wooden streets of the town, tossing his stone sword in the air and whistling a very well known tune in the land of Minecraftia; The Blocky Song. He was dressed just like the ordinary Steve, with a cyan shirt, dark blue jeans, gray shoes, brown hair, and tan skin.

Liam gently pounded on the wooden door to his friend Michael's house. He could hear the wood blocks creaking under the pressure of his friend's feet as he was going to answer the door. The door suddenly slammed open, its frigid breeze gusting into Liam's tan face and making his hair dance in the wind.

"Hello Michael!" Liam greeted his friend.

"Hey bro, what's up?" Michael replied.

Michael was a dark-skinned fellow and he was athletic and a party animal. He looked like a DJ and he had 3D glasses on his blue eyes. Liam peered around his house. There was lots of circuitry and electronics in the wool room.

"Um, bro?" Michael sounded concerned. "Are you okay? You look confused."

"You have some serious circuitry skills." Liam concluded.

"Thanks! I need to tell you something."

"What?"

Michael trotted into his house made of wool and wood, with a little bit of stone and netherrack mixed in. "Follow me." He whispered.

Liam closely paced right behind his friend, getting anxious on what his friend was going to show to him. Excitement quickly built up inside him, making it excessively difficult to continue walking and making him really want to run. Sweat trickled down his body, and he was ready to dash at any moment. But then, there it was, peering right at him, an iron door! Could this be the way to what he wants to show me? Liam wondered.

"Ah. Here we are." Michael implied. He tugged a hidden lever that only he knew its location, which caused the steel door to swing open, casting another cool breeze. "Behold! The planning room for our trip to Minelantis!" He announced.

"MineWHA?" Liam sounded really confused this time.

"Minelantis." Michael corrected him. "Legend has it; there is a very special book deep inside its ruins that contains the history of Minecraftia. It has the ability to predict future events. We'll leave on December 15."

"December 15? Isn't that tomorrow? Today's the 14th." Liam asked.

"I knew that!" Michael yelled angrily.

"Sorry, friend." Liam sadly apologized.

"It's cool." Michael calmed down. "Here's the plan." Michael laid down a sheet of paper with the list of the plan. This is what it read:

December 15, 2012 8:30am: Leave for Minelantis

December 15, 2012 10:00am: Arrive at Minelantis

December 15, 2012 12:00pm: Eat Lunch

December 15, 2012 12:30pm: Explore Ruins

December 16, 2012 9:00am: Leave Minelantis

December 16, 2012 10:30am: Arrive Back Home

Liam seemed to like the plan as the words lay on the paper and flew into his mind. But then he was confused about something.

"Michael, why did you put the date down for every event?" Liam asked.

"So I don't forget what day it is." Michael replied. "You might want to get ready. We're leaving tomorrow."

Liam took his friend's advice and dashed outside of Michael's house and into his. He uncovered his chest and pulled out a few necessary items. He grabbed a pair of leather armor, some cooked porkchops, some beef, some cooked chicken, a bow and arrow, wood, and rotten flesh (Yuk) as emergency food.

Later that night, Liam made a special chest in his bedroom where he put all his necessary items. He lay in his red bed, his bedroom being as colourful as a rainbow. He gazed at the stars and the moon through his glass skylight in the roof. His purple eyes stared at the night sky until he turned drowsy and gently fell into a deep sleep...