A/N: Hello pplz! Short story time! So, I wanted to make something shorter than a story but longer than a one-shot, and…here it is. I will be getting back on writing "A New Dimension" either while posting this or afterwards. Just needed a break from writing that and wanted to do other stories and stuffs.

But I thought I'd give my inspiration in making this. Just this past month, I've been hit with subtle racist comments just cuz I'm part Chinese, and obviously it shows. Now, I'm not one to automatically fight back, but one to let it slide. So, I have set this story scene as the relationship with the poor class and the rich class in medieval time. Hopefully everyone can get along over here in my real life, whichever skin they are. I honestly hate that about some people, judging by peoples' skin. We and they are people too. Anyways, hope you enjoy the story(:

'~ CHAPTER 1: Introductions ~'

Ariana's POV

"Look guys, a town!" Emma excitedly says, successfully exciting the rest of the group, except me. Not that I wasn't happy we finally found an inhabited place but…I don't know.

"Come on, Ariana," Jim or Seto nudges my arm catching up with my friend Emma, who took off sprinting towards the fortified city's walls. I just roll my eyes and shook my head at the sorcerer and kept my pace, saving as much of my hunger as I could. Who knows if the ruler of this area would let us in for even the slightest drink of water? Deadlox turns around, as he kept walking forward. It made sense seeing that I was the farthest back in the group. Then again…when did I start walking so slowly. I pick up my pace a bit; Deadlox for some reason trying to hold in a laugh.

"What?" I ask, coughing out a laugh that turned into a small giggle fit.

"Your face, like; now I know when you talk to yourself," Deadlox broke out into an ear-to-ear grin.

"What?! I don't talk to myself," I playfully defended myself, huffing at the end, "The heat must be getting to your head or something." And Deadlox let out a single laugh.

"No it's not…actually yes…maybe?"

"Get over here slow pokes!" Emma shouts Deadlox and me over, waving frantically towards herself. I put on a small side smile and jogged the rest of the way by Ty's side, "Look; I found a crack within the wall into the city."

"You mean I found the crack," Seto argues, pointing a finger to himself for emphasis.

"Whatever, Jimmy," Emma waves off, stepping aside so Ty and I could see. Ty gestured for me to go first, and I gladly accept the gesture and look inside. It was just beautiful! Inside was built with fine stone and emerald blocks; the roads lied out with gravel and cobblestone; but the most commonly seen material was gold blocks, making it look as if every star in Minecraftia shined here.

"Deadlox, come look inside here. This is the fanciest town I've ever seen!" I marvel pointing multiple times at our peep hole into the city. Before Ty stepped towards the crack, he gave a look to Seto, who made a face in return. Was there something I was missing?

Deadlox peeked inside for a second and a half and replied, "Yeah, it's nice."

"How can you give only that reaction?! This is something we don't see every day," I shockingly respond to Ty's neutral tone. Ty just looked back at Seto, as if he's asking for help. Seto sighs and steps forward at me.

"Look, Ariana…Emma," Seto starts with a disappointing voice, "There's something we both haven't told you about us, concerning this specific city."

"You see, Seto and I used to live here," Deadlox continues, "And we were rich, very rich beyond…what anyone could think of. So much so, we lived in the king's palace."

"But, alas, one day the king dropped and replaced us right on the spot without any…sign or anything really," Seto looks back and forth at me and Emma, "So, I don't know about this stop guys."

"I mean, how long ago was that?" Emma questions, leaning against the city's walls.

"About a year?" Deadlox shrugs his shoulders, "It's been forever…"

"Then I'm pretty sure, even if we do pass them, that they'll not recognize you guys," I say, Emma nodding her head in agreement, "Besides, it's not like a very important person, like the ruler here, to just take a stroll around the city among a couple hundred peasants."

~~~On the other side of the wall…~~~

Third Person's POV

"Something wrong, your majesty?" a worried servant asks, looking upon his master's downed face.

"Dude, you don't have to call me that. I'm not the king."

"But you soon will be, Adam," the king's right hand man Mitch responds with a hint of excitement, "And I need to get used to it. You know, calling one of my best friends a king? I would be this kingdom's right hand man for two generations!" Adam shook his head and rolled his eyes upward for a second.

Adam's POV

"Whatever, Mitch," I sigh, getting off of my father's throne. I took a look back at the fancy sitting place; Mitch wasn't the only one who had to get used to it. It was hard to believe one day that throne would be mine, along with the rest of this kingdom.

"Hey Adam-"

"The prince is busy, Rachel," Mitch stops Ray, the king's advisor.

"Don't put words in my mouth, Mitch," I solemnly say, stopping in my tracks before continuing to the balcony.

"Something wrong, Prince Adam?" Rachel asks full of concern, walking to the balcony but stops a few blocks from me. I set my hands on the smooth stone encasing the small porch that stuck out of the castle. I felt the sun shining on my face, and the faint sound of chatter was all I heard. It suddenly felt…peaceful.

"Nothing's wrong, Miss Anderson," I breath out, a smile tinting my lips, "Just…thinking. Was there something you needed of me?"

"Oh no, just wanted to say I'm here if you want to talk," Rachel nods her head at me, and I returned a grateful smile.

"Thanks, Rachel," I grin at her, making her do the same. As she left my presence, I turned back out to the city, looking out over from the marketplaces to the stables for the pigs, cows, and whatever else was out there. It may not look like place a prince, let alone a king, would be, but this was where I had spent my whole life. This city was a city of diamonds in my eyes.

"Adam, I know what you're thinking about," Mitch finally says after a few minutes of peaceful silence, "Don't worry about it too much." And there went the peace.

"How can I not? Did you not read the threat notes from the squids?"

"They're just squids, Adam," Mitch shrugs, making my breathing stop for a few seconds till I inhaled a huge amount of air.

"They're not just a few stupid squids, Mitchell. Every single squid has a demented soul inside them, and they have to be destroyed," I argue, raising my voice a bit, but I calm down letting out a big sigh, "Sorry, Mitch. I just have…a feeling." My Dad was currently out fighting a battle with the squids. This was only my Dad's second time fighting an all-out war with them, but he wasn't afraid. He was fearless and took this as a vengeance opportunity, since his first war with them my mother died. It may have been over six years, but, till this day, it still pierces right in the heart like a butcher knife, "What if he doesn't come back this time…?"

"He will," Mitch firmly replies, allowing no room for arguments, but soon enough softens, "Your father is strong, and so are you. He will be back soon enough." And Mitch left, leaving me alone on the balcony. I flatten my lips, turning back to the outside world. My hand supported my head, as I took in every single detail of the view.

"Mitch is right," I tell myself in a hushed tone, "Dear Notch…please bring him back…" I stroll back inside, and no one was in the room or the throne room. I could hear my own footsteps echo, getting closer back to my father's throne. But I stopped, "Oh what the Nether," I shrug my shoulders, sprinting to my room and into my closet, switching out my outfit. This long budder cape was getting annoying any way.

The outfit I switched was still in my royal colors, budder and purple, but was more comfortable. I put on royal purple fitting top and matching pants, both articles with budder lacing. And to top it off, I put on my own crown. It was the exact same as my dad's, but it was a tad smaller just to fit me perfectly. I nodded to myself in the mirror, and before I could go down the first step…

"Where do you think you're going, Prince Adam?" My servant James asks. My father hired him to follow me around, even though I didn't ask for one. I wouldn't have a servant if I had the choice, but I couldn't disagree with my father.

"I'm heading into the town. You know, like a scenic walk," I reply, proceeding down the stairs, and James followed me.

"What's there to see, your majesty? It's just the average people and the sneaky merchants," James argues, continuing to list his reasons all the way down the stairs, "If you won't grant me my wish to follow you, could I ask Jerome for at least two body guards to follow you?" I turn on my heels to look at James, and thought about it. Jerome was the leader of the king's army, but was asked to stay here when my father went out to fight the squids. My dad was now leading half of our army and the other half stayed here with me and Jerome.

"Fine," I finally say, making James give me a satisfied smile, "You come with me."

A/N: So, how was it? Everything will soon fall into place in the next chapter or two, depending how fast you figure things out. Forgive me if this is possibly not how a medieval scene would go. I just have the mentality of all those...knights in shining armor and the princesses and all dat stuffz! XD But with it mixed with Minecraft it should be at least decent.

PS. I'll be updating every other day! Catch y'all later in the next chapter!