Hey Guys! It is here… from the creator of Sifting Sands… comes yet another fanfiction… The Minecraftia Chronicles. Okay, seriously guys, this is my second fanfiction. I've been thinking about this since the creation of Sifting Sands, which you guys should totally check out. Now, most Minecraft fanfictions would be about Alex, or Steve, or Herobrine, but not this one. This one follows the story of, well, just read the story. This is the world premiere of this story, and whoever gives the first review, will get a shout out in the next chapter of Sifting Sands and the next chapter of this story. But without further ado, let's get on with this (I know you're excited).

CLICK! ,went the locking mechanism of the redstone factory. Jake looked up. After another long night of mining, he had finally hit the bedrock layer. The factory was a large, iron building, approximately fifty blocks high and wide. Inside was a room with counters covered in buttons and levers. Under that main floor was a huge hole, as wide as the building itself, and going straight down to the bedrock layer. The walls of the hole were smooth, and were lined with hopper minecarts, chest minecarts, and TNT minecarts. The factory was on a flat plain of land, along with other houses, some made by other people, and some made by the simple traders and farmers known as villagers. Jake was one of the only people who worked there, and he was the one who single handedly built the building. He had used almost all of his iron and redstone to do it.

"Hard to believe that was only two months ago" thought Jake to himself.

He walked away, toward his house. Around a couple of houses and through an oak door. Jake's house was made of stone bricks, and only had two rooms. One which had his crafting table, anvil, and furnace, and the other one held a bed and a chest. Jake took off his redstone mechanic uniform, consisting of a red dyed leather tunic, iron boots and leggings, and an iron helmet, and put it all into the chest. Two stacks of redstone dust, a stack of iron blocks, ten dispensers, an iron pickaxe, and several diamonds for selling and trading.

"Well," thought Jake to himself, "might as well get some-"

"Jake! Are you in there?" called a voice from outside.

Jake walked to the door. "Hey, Alex."

Alex was Jake's rich best friend, and a TNT maniac. She had long, orange hair, and wore a long sleeved green shirt with black denim jeans. Since she inherited a mansion by the lake, and over a Creeper spawner, Alex could afford to satisfy her TNT needs.

"Listen, you're grandpa Bob needs you in the woods. Says it has to do with something he found there." Alex said."

Jake nodded, and started walking to the cart station. The cart station sat at the edge of town, and led to many places, into the forest for example. However, the carts usually turned back before going to deep.

"I'd like to go into the forest." said Jake to the cartmaster, placing a gold nugget on the counter. Gold was the main currency in the town, but people preferred to trade for the stuff they needed. Jake had made a good amount of money, mostly because of his expertise as a redstone mechanic. The cartmaster inspected the gold, and then nodded towards the rail line, bustling with carts. Some of which had people riding inside of. Others were empty, as the forest has mobs of all sorts in it. Skeletons, zombies, endermen, creepers, and spiders, all lurked inside it. The minecarts started moving, just as Jake hopped inside one. Trees and bushes and forest rabbits rolled past Jake in a blur. Soon, the cart came to a stop, and Jake was at least fifty blocks away from a campfire. He walked toward it, and found his grandpa sitting on a log.

Jake's grandpa was a simple woodcutter, but his axe was not a normal axe. It was enchanted with a book of Smite five, a Bane of Anthropods two book, and a book of Unbreaking three. He wore a red and brown striped flannel shirt, with gray cotton pants. His gray and white beard almost touching the fire.

"Jake, sit, sit." Bob said in an old, but clear voice, gesturing over to another log by the fire.

Jake obeyed, and sat on the surprisingly smooth oakwood log. "Grandpa, why did you call me here?"

Bob cleared his throat. "First, Jake, let me tell you a story. I was sixteen, around your age, and my heart was full of adventure. I desired to go through the Nether, and through the End. And I did. I fought many mobs, and collected many treasures. I was in the End, shortly after defeating both the Ender Dragon and the Wither. Slaying endermen was one of my favorite pastimes, as it would give me many enderpearls, which I could use to teleport, a very useful item, wouldn't you agree?"

Jake nodded slowly. "But what does any of this have to do with why you called me?"

"I'm getting to that. One day, while 'farming' enderpearls, I came across a man, who had lived in the End all his life. His belongings consisted of things from everywhere and more, and, more interestingly, a strange orange block with green and red blinking lights. The block had a button attached, and this man claimed that with that block, he could create or do anything"

"Could he?" asked Jake.

Bob took a deep breath. "He demonstrated his power, by teleporting, without an enderpearl."

"What!?"

"At first I thought that this was impossible. Until the discovery of redstone, and the discovery of strongholds beneath village wells. And now, seventy five years later, after I met that man, there are rumors of a second Ender Dragon. Jake, the reason I called you here, is because I am going on a trip, to find that man, if he even be alive still, and learn his motives."

Jake was too star struck to speak. All of this was too much to take in. Someone with a block that would take their commands? Someone with the power to do anything?

"I understand that this must be a lot to take in, Jake." said Bob to Jake

"No, no, it's just, you're leaving? For how long?"

"For however long it takes."

Jake sat in silence, until an idea popped into his head.

"Grandpa?"

"Yes?"

"I want to come with you."

Bob was taken by surprise. "You do? But what about the factory?"

"Grandpa, I've lived in this town my whole life, if you're going, I want to come with."

Bob thought for a second, and then smiled. Jake had turned out like him after all. "Okay, but I leave tomorrow, so you must pack quickly."

"Great, see you tomorrow!"

Jake was so excited, he ran home, not wanting to wait for a cart to come back around. When he arrived at his door, he noticed Alex standing next to it.

"So, what was that all about?" she inquired.

Jake took a deep breath. "My grandpa is going on somewhat of an adventure, and he leaves tomorrow, and I'm coming with."

"Really, Jake you HAVE to let me tag along!"

Jake looked skeptical. He had once gone on a mining trip with Alex, and she blew up most of the stuff he needed, and almost got them killed. However, adventuring did usually involve most of that kind of stuff.

"Well, I don't see why not."

"YAY" came Alex's reply.

"But you have to pack tonight, and we'll be gone for a long while possibly."

"Come on, I can pack, I'm rich! I've got tons of long term supplies."

And with that, she walked away, or rather ran. Jake smiled. Tomorrow would be awesome.

END OF CHAPTER, ONE!