Author's Note:
I had this idea for a while, but this is my first time writing anything for real. Please understand that English isn't my first language, so there might be some grammatical errors and awkward word choices and stuff...
So yeah, I hope you enjoy the story.
DISCLAIMER: I own neither Minecraft nor Team Crafted.
There had been a story about a band of brave young men.
This long-forgotten legend dates far back to the ancient times, when gods, demons, and magic spells were nothing strange at all. Although the Minecraftians of those days used to be much tougher than we are today, many things still frightened them. one thing they were most afraid of was the darkness. To be precise, they feared the sinister being who lurked behind it.
Nowadays he's simply known as a mischievous spirit in campfire tales, but Herobrine of that time was considered as the demon lord who ruled over everything that could easily frighten a human being. Just like in any other tales, He is also depicted as the source of all evil in this story. He dispatched troops after troops of mobs to the land when the night came, attacking cities and villages until they burned down to the ground. He would sometimes crawl out of his castle to hunt for humans himself. Whenever he did so, usually a kingdom or two would disappear from the face of the Minecraftia. Herobrine's gruesome influence didn't stop at the simple vandalism. With the silver tongue he was born with, he manged to coax people into starting his own cult. The worshipers of Herobrine, or "Griefers" as they prefer to call themselves, proved their loyalty to their tainted god by trashing everything they see into wreckage. Innocent people were sacrificed with no chance of resistance. Countless number of knights, warriors and magicians made valiant efforts to slay the demon, but they too fell to the ground in vain.
Then, a group of talented young men came to the light. Strongly bonded together with friendship and courage, the Team ventured across the land of Minecraftia to kill the demon lord for good. They marched forward, destroying shadows and bringing lights to their way to the ultimate mission. Blessed by Notch the creator himself, They had nothing to fear. Canadian's sharp arrows were always on-target, along with Bacca's giant axe hammering down to the skulls of evil minions. For those who were lucky to escape from the might of the duo, the Dragon's son always waited no matter where they chose to hide. There had been some assassination attempts from Griefers, but they only ended up having a knife in the throat without knowing what had hit them. Stars and breezes whispered to the Knight in blue, guiding him towards the way he asked for. From droplets to the highest of all waves, everything that belonged to water obeyed the will of the Mudkip. And, among all of them, was their valiant leader. With his thunder-bringing golden sword held high, he led the team with leadership and courage. Together they fought, together they walked. They crossed the highest hills and thickest jungle to fight mobs and gGriefers. They traversed through the vast desert and frozen wasteland to find Herobrine. And when they finally found him, they fought with all their power to bring him down to ground.
If this was to be an ordinary tale, it would only be right to say that they lived happily after they slayed the demon lord. For some unknown reason, however, this story does not end as it supposed to. Herobrine escaped to the Nether at the very last moment, never to return to the world ever again. Our heroes, who had ended their everlasting war with Herobrine, quickly dispersed to their own way rather than celebrating their glorious victory together. People were confused at the sudden collapse of the "great friends", but soon many of them simply decided to forget the fact ant keep on praising them as a team. After all, even after their rather unexpected retirement, they were still Heroes, saviors, and someone to look up to. Their brave adventures were made into many stories, and the bards transcribed every single one of them onto an epic poem. At that time, the Odyssey of Team Crafted was more than just a bedside tale. It was something they considered as a part of Minecraftia's proud history...
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"But Uncle, why would people forget such an epic story?"
The boy asks. He had been lying in the bed, just like any other night, listening to his "uncle" quietly unfold yet another old bedtime story. His inquisitive maroon eyes - almost hidden behind bushy dreadlocks - are looking at the man in grey robe. The man thinks for a moment, then simply shrugs.
"It happened quite a long time ago"
"How long?" the boy asked again.
"Around few centuries" the man answered.
The boy nods. It is hard to imagine how long it would exactly feel like, but at least he understands a few decades would be enough to make many things forgotten. Even for him and his uncle, centuries sounded way too long for anything to be passed on.
"Now then,that would do for today's story, my dear"
the grey-robed man stands up. just then, the boy leans toward him, grabbing the man's hand. This mildly surprises the man, making him sit back down. Once again, the boy's pleading eyes meet the man's. soothing warmth from the boy's tiny palm seeped into the man's abnormally pale hands.
"Uncle, please stay with me for tonight"
"I'm sorry, young one. I have much to do" The man comforts the child in quiet voice. At first, the boy looked like he was looking for excuses to stay up longer. However, The man knows better. He senses that something else is bothering the boy, and he could guess what it was. "Is it because of the Ender?"
"...yeah" the boy murmurs. "I hear her almost every night these days. Still don't quite understand what she's saying, though" The boy went on, his calm expression slowly changing into more worried one. "It's strange. She used to sound so kind and soft, but now it's more like she's angry. Not to me, I think... But she keeps whispering as if she wants me to do something about it. You know too that I'm not a coward or anything like, but the words... they freightens me"
The man looks at the boy with concern. He thinks for a moment, then stands up.
"Excuse me for a moment"
The boy let go of the man's hand, and watches him slipping out of the tiny room. The boy sits up and waits for his uncle to return. After few minutes, the man returns with a strange-looking object in his hands. It somewhat resembled earmuffs, only that it had fine craftsmanship added to the design. The boy receives the well-kept antique from his uncle, and observes the black-and-lime-green artifact with curiosity.
"It once belonged to my old friend. I enchanted it myself, so it should work just fine"
The boy put the artifact on his ears. It felt a little awkward at first, but once he snuggled back into the blanket he nearly forgets the weight of the artifact as if it was there from the beginning. the man's hand softly brushes the boy's tangled mahogany hair, and the boy shuffles closer. Once again, the man stands up. the boy does not stop him. instead, he watches the man slowly moving towards the door.
Before the man leave the room, he looked at the boy one last time.
"Good nignt, uncle!"
The man smiled.
"Good night, Tyson"
~~~X~~~
After the man returned back to his study, he let out a deep sigh. He knew this would come eventually, but it's coming way faster than he first anticipated. and, if what Tyson said about the voice was correct, he might have to count yet another factor into the calculation. Unfortunately, both meant grave news to the Minecraftia.
If he was to do something, he would have to act fast. He knew, that even if the warriors of the past had deceased long ago, their powers and their destiny as Notch's chosen warriors have been passed on through the blood of their descendants. If the world is at the edge of destruction once again, it is only up to them to save it. However, although he had the fortune of taking Tyson under his wing, It wouldn't be an easy thing to find the rest of the descendants before something serious would happen. And, As much as he wished to stop yet another upcoming disaster, he wasn't so sure if he could bring back the long-forgotten legend, let alone face the painful remains of the past memories.
The man quietly prayed, looking out to the full moon high above the serene night sky.
"May Notch help us all"
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