Minecraft: Revenge
Prelude
There was no moon that night. As a quiet village slept peacefully, a hushed hiss approached. A tall, lean, black-green figure slowly stepped from the mine, writhing and crouching, head shaking side to side. As it neared a lamp-post, glowstone set atop a pole, it stared up at the spectacular stone and hissed much louder. Red eyes narrowed under the light and the figure whirled around.
As its hiss erupts into a high pitched screech, the figure ran in hysterics to the center of the village. The residents awoke in fright, all looking out their windows fearfully. An explosion rocked their homes and busted many windows that faced the village center. The figure was gone, the last note of its wild screech drowned by the blast.
Five villagers hastily garbed their iron armour and swords, careening to the source of the explosion. They gathered around a shallow crater, gaping in awe of the upturned stone path, disintegrated poles, fractured glowstones and exposed dirt. As a few gave each other confused glances, the mayor rushed to the scene, steel armoured and armed guard a step behind him.
"What happened here?!" the mayor demanded.
Villagers began to slowly emerge onto the spectacle. A little girl raised her hand, squeaking for attention, "Mister Mayor. I saw!" Her mother picked her up as the mayor approached, his eyes wide and crazy for an answer. "Mister, it was tall and green and had four legs!"
"A creeper?!" "What?!" "Why here?" "But they're extinct!" The villager's voices were afraid, their expressions grim. The Creeper, the Green Nightmare, supposedly went extinct decades ago, along with their last clutch of eggs. The legendary hero, Steve, saw to that.
The steel encased guard entered the office, closed the door, made a crisp salute, and asked, "Mr. Mayor, sir! What do we do, sir?" The firepit was a nice new addition. It gave the humble office a much warmer feel, though Mayor's glare had a very chilling edge to it since the other night. The guard's spine shivered as Mayor stared at him.
"What. Do. We. Do..." Mayor had thought and considered, read several articles in the small collection of books they had, and thought more. "I want every article on the Creeper and the Green Nightmare we can find from other towns and from Mine City. Sam, send our fastest piggie riders!"
"Sir, yessir!"
They came out of no where! The green menaces that brought so much destruction and despair so long ago, the world trembled beneath their innumerable sets of feet. The archers were better prepared for a small group of Endermen, but never thought they would ever deal with the Creepers again. And there seemed to be hundreds of them!
Mine City, the great hub of all Minecraft, itself seemed to shake and tremble once again as the Creepers fell. Many of them exploded before an arrow could take them, adding to the trembling fear of the civillians. Their combine hissing made every pair of ears ring.
But as if that wasnt enough, a great, cold wind blew from the sky. This wind was far from normal, it blew and beat down at the city. Great sparks of brilliant lights ravaged and cracked several buildings, many collapsing upon unsuspecting and fearful civillians. Stranger still, it seemed to destroy more Creepers than the archers. Most of the sparks that was spewed turned most Creepers to dust.
What ever the beast was that destroyed so much could not be seen to be shot at by the archers. The sky was too black, and when one archer thought he saw a pair of sinister eyes, they disapeared. Each disapearance was promptly followed by a loud whoosh and a forceful knock down by a gust of wind. About an hour before dawn came, the flying beast seemed to just cease. The wind, gusts, lights and the luminescent, wicked eyes were no more.
Everyone was on edge. None would willingly brave going outside the city limits, and once dawn scared away the remaining Creepers, the travelling caravans and merchants hesitated. Not for decades did they need to fear the wilderness, and as the snow listlessly fell, everyone realized the dawn marked a new era.
An era that would mark the need for a new hero.
"Steve!" Ugh, that voice again. Why does it bother the poor young lad when he is trying to sleep?! "Steve!"
"OK, I'm up!" With a groan, Steve shoved himself to sit, legs swinging over the edge. With a shake of his head, Steve's light brown hair waved away from his face, settling to the lazy, blunt spikes atop his head.
The moment Steve entered the kitchen, his mother hastilly shoved a heavy bundle in his arms. "Kiddo, get this load of pick axes to the miners. And do hurry! They're over due for new ones."
"Can I get breakfast first?" His innocent expression was given a scold and a biscuit shoved half way into his mouth.
"You can eat what's left over on the way." Steve grumbled incoherently as his mother shoo'd him out the door. At least he has one mouthfull to abate a growling stomach, if just for a little while. At least he will have the pack piggie today.
Biscuit gone and bundle readjusted on the pig, Steve shoved through the crowded streets. Since the Creeper attack last week, everybody was on edge. A few hapless souls cried in the streets about the end of the world at night.
Nobody dared travel for a few days, not even the bravest caravan. The King had to finaly order them to continue the trade routes, or face the block. Almost half of the caravans needed a little more convincing to leave, being further threatened to be dragged to the inquisitors before being hanged or beheaded.
Steve was very glad he didnt have to go further than the mine a few miles away. With a glance to the burdened piggie, Steve trudged in. The mine was the pride of the city, boasting the depth that reached the center of the world. It is rumored the very heart of the planet was found here, and the hero from decades ago had used its power to drive the Creepers to their supposed extinction.
But with no proof of the heart, and with the Creeper's return, the hero's tale was beginning to be shunned. If he still lived, or even had a grave, Steve did not doubt that he would not be very safe in public. His body was never recovered after the Creepers ceased, what truly hapened was a mystery.
