Two brothers were walking in the woods at night, towards their village. One wore the traditional clothes Minecraftians wear while mining, his eyes a bright amber. The other wore a brown shirt and tan pants, eyes the color of chocolate. The full moon overhead illuminated the cobblestone pathway, as the brothers joked with each other. Not a single mob could be heard that night, but while the older brother was in the middle of a joke, an explosion sounded inside the village. One pulled out a diamond sword, the other an iron sword. They ran quickly towards their village, and stopped in horror.
The village was in shambles. Fires covered every house, and bodies littered the streets. Ancients, a powerful race of mobs on the verge of extinction, were fighting each other. They were said to have created Minecraftia themselves, but one side didn't like the idea. Their appearance was close to a large iron golem. Those that loved their creation were white, while those who wanted to destroy everything were a coal black. The older brother ran to help the injured side, while the younger attacked the stronger dark side.
The elder brother tried to heal the white Ancients, but to no avail. The Ancients, who couldn't heal, decided to give all of their power to the kind human before they died from the injuries they had sustained. White magic flowed around the older brother, and he called out to his younger sibling before being teleported to another dimension.
The younger brother stopped fighting when he heard his brother call out. He turned, seeing him disappear in a flash of light, his diamond sword clattering to the ground. The dark ancients saw him distracted. The strongest lunged forward, stabbing his hand into the brothers chest. It tore out his heart, his eyes going black, any memory or feeling of happiness he had was slowly slipping away. The Ancients gave him their dark power, cursing him to live without a soul. Before they died, they transported his heart to an unknown location. Dark shadows circled around the younger brother, as he was also teleported to a new dimension.
The older brother woke up in a beautiful castle, that seemed to float in the clouds, small lush islands circling it. He flew over to the nearest one and sat down by the lake. He thought about home, and an image appeared before him in the water. New buildings were constructed, and he could hear them talking about who should be king in the new peaceful kingdom. He decided to ask them to be their king, with how much power he aquired, he could keep them safe.
The younger brother woke up in a dreary palace, that floated on a lava sea, monsters and mobs everywhere. His hand slowly went to his chest, but he felt nothing. Holding on to what little happiness he could remember when he was human, he walked around the dangerous hallways. He saw some sort of obsidian structure an walked to it. Within the swirling purple, he saw a lush kingdom, ruled by his big brother. He was going to step through the portal and explore, but he saw the humans killing baby mobs, and those that didn't wish to fight the humans. Filled with rage, he forgot that he was ever human, and declared that they would die. He could no longer feel anything good. His eyes shone brightly as he ran through the portal, killing those who killed the innocent mobs, with an old iron sword.
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