The Wizard of the Floating Mountain

Ch.1 To Which I was Kidnapped

Minecraft is a world that is very vast and expansive. It has all sorts of walks of life that are discovered everyday by other people. It's a world made of blocks, literally. Even the people and animals are made of blocks. In a small town that was modular with a little bit of medieval look, people congregated.

The town was bustling with high spirits and happiness. Today marked a special day for all Minecraftians of the town. Today they celebrated their independence called Peace Dove Day. The town held an all-day event, showing off its army and strength in a parade through the town, bakeries made pies and all sorts of goodies for all. Men flirted with women and danced out in the Central Square. It was a fun filled and joyous day. Sadly, it was also too noisy for some businesses to work, like the armor shop.

The females that worked there made armor for female buyers. They made armor types for all sizes and in all colors. Even adding ruffles or something else to the armor that females liked. The girl's downstairs on the lower floor of the two story shop were all in a bustle about the celebration. So much excitement was going on and they couldn't focus.

"Come on, girls! Can't we go into town just for a bit, madam?" begged Claudia, an orange haired woman with curls that all men fawned over when she was working.

"Have you finished our orders that we were to fill?" madam asked in return as she walked about downstairs. Obviously inspecting the armor pieces they had done yesterday and today.

"Yes, madam," chorused the girls together.

The madam strutted about with a straight face, turning her back to them. "Well…" She turned back around with a smile and a nod. "Let's go then!"

The girls squealed hopping up and down in excitement and raced up the stairs to the upstairs. "Hey, did you hear Margo?" panted Lynette at the doorway, her hat askew on her head. "We can go to the Dove Day!"

"I know," I mumbled dusting the armor of the extra redstone dust that I was embedding into the armor to make it shine. "You made me put too much dust from all of ya'lls squeals."

Lynette went over to me and hooked a hand through the armor arm hole and was going to pull it from my grasp when I grasped it and glared. "I need to finish this. I can't leave until it's done."

Lynette sighed, backing off, knowing not to anger me more than she already had. "Are you going to go to Dove Day at all or stay cooped up? Your sister asked about you. She wants to talk to you." I watched Lynette move away looking at her reflection in a mirror. Her fingers poked odd strands of hair back into her hat made of straw and encircled with red ribbing that came half way down to the back of her head. "No doubt it's about your father."

I placed the halfway done armor on the chest display, ignoring the remark about my flightful father. He did what he pleased, chased after his dreams, and never had the time to take care of his kids. Mother took care of us until she died when I was fifteen and my sister was six. I hated being the eldest, everything fell on my shoulders. Mothers shop soon fell into my hands from her will and I've been running it ever since.

I looked to the left of the desk at a few stacks of letters that I had been saving, some from my father and some from other family members apparently 'checking up' on me. It didn't matter to me though, they were all after the income the shop made. My sister, Colette, was now sixteen and I twenty-five. "I'm sure she doesn't want to talk about dad or do you know the reasons?"

Lynette fiddled with some shears avoiding my gaze. "No. Just that she wants to talk to you."

I looked at the armor and continued on my work. "If that's all then I'll meet with her after I'm done."

Lynette put down the shears and placed a piece of paper on my work desk. "That's the bakery's new address. They moved a few blocks down into the Central Square, remember?"

I nodded fiddling through my organization boxes to find the right additions that the armor needed. "You may go now."

"Look, it's the Aerial Mountain!" cried one of the women from the next room.

The other girls flocked to the triple high glass windows to peer out at the distant scenery. I too craned my neck over the window sill to see a mid-sized mountain drifting across the sky. The brilliant white clouds were beginning to hide it again.

"What the heck? It's going into hiding!" whined one of the women.

"It's hiding from the security," said a woman that sounded like a know-it-all. "You know how the King has been wanting to capture that island for so long."

I watched a group of flying security men soared diagonally past the windows into the sky, surveying the town before splitting apart. "I hardly think he wants the mountain for just anything, Tamara." I said from my work room. "Besides, it's just a floating island. What's so special about that?"

"Do you not know the rumors?!" the girls all chorused together at me.

I looked at them with a raised brow. "Rumors? Of the witch?"

"No, not a witch!" Lynette sighed propping herself up on her elbows on my work desk. "The wizard!"

Now that I thought about it there had been some people talking about some wizard that was working for the witch. "Oh. That. What about him?"

"The witch that roams around here had a falling out with the wizard apparently. She wants to kill him," Lynette said picking up the shears and slashing the air with them dramatically before looking to the other girls and giggling. "Does Margo not read the news?"

"Apparently not," giggled Nita who had dyed black hair and a nice straw hat that she decorated herself. Flowers and ribbon glued at the front and a beautiful bow on the back. "We're going to the Dove Day, Margo. Come along later."

The madam looked at me with a gentle smile. "Margo, you're working too hard. Come have some fun with us, won't you?"

I smiled back. "Later, madam. I want to finish this order. I'm almost done."

The madam nodded before turning and ushering the girls out. "Let's go and have fun! Head out the door!"

The girls all flocked down the steps in squeals and giggling. The sounds echoing throughout the shop before the door shut and all was quiet. I sighed liking the peace and quiet that had come finally and began to work on the armor once more. More guards flew up past my shop windows to fly around the town, patrolling the grounds below on their small flying crafts that were steam powered. As time went by, our town slowly began to take in the steam powered mechanics that the Royal Palace would build.

The army had taking to them instantly and used them. A train passed by a row of houses, smoke billowing up into the sky and turning it charcoal black. It was annoying whenever the train went past. My view of the distant scenery would be blocked by the smoke half the time. I always wonder why the hell they had to put a damn train there?

I steadily worked on the armor for thirty more minutes and finished up the order at last. I stood up patting my apron off of the excess additions that I had used before taking it off and placing it on my desk. I took up my beige hat and placed it on my head, and checked my pig tails in the mirror. My mother always liked putting my hair in pig tails. She said it made me adorable.

I disagreed and have always but I till put them into pigtails for her. I grabbed up the paper, pocketing it and headed out the door, locking it behind me. I walked off down the Main Square that the armor shop was located at and struck down a street that wasn't overly populated with people. I didn't like tons of people or crowding. I took the backstreets, passing the barracks and scurrying off when I noticed a guard standing there.

Some men that were guards made me have an odd feeling of distrust. I checked the paper again of the address and went on my way through the back streets, checking the other addresses to see if I was heading in the same direction. I arrived at the Central Square where lavish parties were being held and both women and men were dancing to playing music. All the town bakeries and shops were open for business and they were indeed doing a good bit of business. A man on fence posts strapped to his feet stalked about dressed as a witch and cosplayed the witch that was said to lurk around these parts.

No one knew what she looked like because her features would change constantly. I pushed open the doors of the bakery to find tons of officers mobbing the front counter, all fawning over my sister and the other ladies behind there. All crying out for their attention in some way or another. I made my way around tables and people to stand at the very far end of the front counter. One of the other waitresses noticed me and tugged on Colette's apron. Colette looked to me with surprise and ran to me, taking my hands with hers. "I'm so glad you came! I didn't think you would!"

I looked to my older sister who's hair was black as night and eyes blue. She had taken the features of our father when I had gotten moms looks but dad's eyes as well. "Of course. Why wouldn't I come? You wanted to talk right?"

Colette hauled me over the front counter and sprinted up some stairs to the upper story of the bakery. The men below whined and complained at her leaving but she just snorted and went to the end of the hall where we entered her office and shut the door. I sighed sitting down in a chair while she plopped down in front of me in her own chair. "So, I heard from dad and he's coming back!"

I looked to her without any expression. "Is he truly returning or is this just another lie? You know those other times…"

Colette puffed out her cheeks at me. "Come on, Margo! You know how dad is but I still have hope! Why can't you?!"

I straightened in my chair at her attitude. "Because dad was never there when we were born and he was never there when we had a birthday and he was never there for mom's burial! Why in hell would I believe him now?!"

Colette softened her look and dropped her head to the floor. "True. But still I'm going to believe as long as I can. He'll come back home."

"What else did you want to talk about?" I asked changing the subject. "Lynette doesn't know that she sucks at lying to me."

Colette chuckled a little. "You need to get a husband, Margo. Hell, I'm already engaged."

I blinked and turned to her in slight surprise. "What? When?!"

She stared at me in surprise then. "Did the message not reach you last month?"

"No!" I said appalled. "No one told me anything!"

Colette grasped my hands in forgiveness. "Oh lord, those damn airheaded girls! I met a man a year ago! You remember."

I sat there thinking back and it clicked. "Oh yeah, that officer that now works in the bakery downstairs."

Colette nodded holding up her ring. "Isn't it pretty?"

I took her hand delicately and nodded. "It really is. When is the wedding?"

"In five months!" she squealed excitedly with a huge smile.

I felt like I had been punched in the gut. I smiled hugging her. "Congratulations, Col! I really am happy for you!"

To be honest I really wasn't that excited. I felt like she needed to wait a bit more before getting married but she was the exact same as father. She was stubborn and would jump at whatever she thought up. Colette looked at me seriously then. "What I'm really wanting to talk about is you, Margo."

"What?" I asked leaning away.

"You're twenty-five years old and are still in the armory shop! When are you going to leave and seek out your life? I got mine. I found it here. Yours isn't at the armory shop, Margo."

I looked to my sister and smiled stroking her left cheek. "Col, I'll be fine. I like it there and I like making armor. It's all that I live for and I'll find a man and have a life. Don't worry."

Yet Colette still looked to me unsure. "Margo, you say that to me every time! You haven't changed at all and you're still in the same place as you were three years ago!"

"I'm fine," I said pleadingly, wanting her to stop looking at me like she would break. "Really, I don't mind. It was moms after all. I'll take care of the shop."

Colette sighed as her shoulders fell. "You're not seeing my point, Margo."

The office door opened and a male stepped in with a flour covered apron. "Colette the breads and pastries are done."

Colette looked to him with a slight blush. "Ok. I'll be there in a bit. I'm talking to Margo."

The man looked to me and smiled. "I'm her fiancé. It's nice to meet you, Margo."

I nodded shyly to him. "Hi."

He left us alone, shutting the door and walking off. I stood and fixed my hat. "I'll be going. You need to get back to work."

Colette grasped my hand tightly. "Please think about what I'm telling you, Margo?"

I smiled patting her head. "Good bye, Colette."

I turned and hurried out of the building, Margo pleading after me to listen to her any at all. As I reached outside I stopped and sighed. My sister really did worry too much at times. I headed off through the streets looking at all of the sights and watching what was going on. At least I could enjoy the Dove Day before heading back immediately.

I watched people walking on fence posts double and triple stacked. Stalking about passing out flyers and chasing kids. I watched the soldiers take women up on their steam powered planes, flying about the air and overlooking the town. I wished I was pretty as the other girls that attracted men but sadly I wasn't. I walked on and suddenly heard a shout from above.

Looking up I saw a bucket of ink dropping upon me. I was soaked suddenly, no time to dodge. I opened my eyes to find myself covered in black ink, dripping on the sidewalk under a business sign. I stood there in complete shock at my dress that was no ruined by the black ink. The men scrambled down from the top floor. I felt a presence next to me suddenly wiping my face with a cloth.

"We're so sorry! The bucket just slipped from my partner's grasp! Your clothes are ruined!"

I opened my eyes again to see two men standing there looking apologetic. One man with a painters overalls on, a blue hat, and brown eyes while the other had a t-shirt, blue jeans, ruffled blonde hair, and blue eyes. I looked down at myself once again blinking at all the ink that had come from one bucket.

"Let's get you inside and take care of those clothes," offered the blonde haired man who took hold of my arm. "My sister has a change of clothes upstairs. This is her business."

"Just look at the mess they made of her," whispered appalled women around us. I looked around shyly, not knowing what to do at the time. My hands clenched tightly out of slight fear. "That poor dear…"

I looked up at the business that they had come from. It was a hat shop that was popular in Central Square. They were always current with fashion. I nodded slowly to the man who guided me inside without another notice. He led me to a upstairs room where he left me be, closing the door. Then the sound of the door being locked made me stop and turn. I tried the door but it wouldn't turn. Were they not wanting anyone to come up here and barge in on me? If so, that was very kind of them but they really didn't need to lock me in a room.

"Excuse me? There's no reason to lock me inside." I called from the room to outside. "Would you let me out now? Unlock the door."

The calls fell on silence. I clasped my hands together, wringing them out of fear. I was scared and stuck in a hat shop with two strange men. What was I to do? There were footsteps then approaching from the stairs and the door being unlocked. It opened to one of the painters who held a bottle with some liquid inside it.

"What are you doing?" I asked sternly to him. "Locking me inside this room! How dare you! I'm going home!"

"I'm afraid you won't be doing that," said the blonde haired man with a smirk. "You'll be staying here for the time being. You're kind of cute when you're scared."

"Like a mouse," added the second man in the doorway. "I kind of like it too. The pig tails turn me on a good bit more though."

"It's a shame though," said a third man that appeared behind the second in the doorway. "I come to get my payment and you have a girl with ink splattered clothes ready for me? The hell kind of shit is this?"

The two men spun around. "It's all we got."

The man looked at me annoyed. His deep set alabaster eyes studied me intently before he stepped towards me and grabbed my arm. "Come on. I guess I could use you. I don't know for what but I'll find a use."

I cocked my head slightly wondering what all this was about. "Umm, may I ask what exactly is going on?"

He looked back at me with a straight face. "No. Keep quiet and do as I say."

He took me to the lower floor of the hat shop, put on an admiral coat, hooked my arm through his and off we went out into the Dove Day celebration. Everyone oblivious that a forced kidnapping was occurring right at that moment. A part of me wanted to shout out for help but another part of me said not too. Something about this man was very unsettling. Alabaster eyes, medium length white hair, a mock outfit of an admiral's and being paid for some reason with a female Minecraftian.

What the hell was all of this I wondered to myself, my mind reeling of all the confusion. We passed by all the bakery shops and other places that were popular and came to the steam powered flight planes that the officers were flying with women. I turned to the man and was in shock that his facial features had changed. He gave me a stern look for a brief moment when a cadet looked up to him.

"Admiral Ayala! I see you found…what on earth happened to her?!"

The mock admiral gave me a squeeze on the arm for a second. "A bucket of ink was dropped on this poor girl. I was going to take her back to her home. Maybe dance with her once she became a bit more prettier?"

I looked to the ground embarrassed slightly, my purple dress that I had worn for this occasion had been ruined by a slip up on two kidnappers. The cadet smiled at my shyness. "She's pretty cute. Alright then. I got a fly ready to go. Take it."

The mock admiral smiled and nodded his head to the young cadet. "Come along, my dear. Let's get you home and changed."

I was helped by the mock admiral onto the steam powered plane they called the fly. The mock admiral took the pilot seat and began to hover up in the air before flipping the lever in front and soaring off into the sky.

"Well done," spoke the man, using his regular voice now. "I see you listen well."

"I only did this because I had too. I'm quite scared to be honest and I don't like the situation that I'm being put in," I said sternly looking out over the town. "Where are we going?"

"Taking you back to your home. I can't move any further right now with you," he said tilting the plane and heading in the direction of the armor shop. "It's a bit dangerous to bring you back with me. You need to spend the night at your place. I'll pick you up when I'm ready."

I noticed that he knew where I lived and wondered how. "Who are you?"

"I'm the wizard of the floating mountain. Don't you know that?" he asked looking back at me for a second. "My name is Cruz Dyer. You may have heard of me by the name of the wizard Vito."

"Vito?" I repeated thinking back. "In the royal palace? That wizard Vito?"

"Yes," he replied. "The great wizard Vito works alongside the king."

It seemed that Cruz liked to compliment himself just as much he liked being other people. "So what will the cadet do when he finds out that the admiral never took home the girl?"

"Don't worry about that," Cruz said as the fly set down a few blocks from the armor shop. "Get home and sleep. I'll return to get you."

"Will it be soon?" I asked as the fly went back to hovering in the air.

"Not too soon," he replied and flew off through the air, covering himself in the thick of the white clouds.

I sighed turning away. I know I wasn't allowed to tell anyone about what was going on. It wouldn't make a difference anyways. I opened the shop door and closed it behind me, redoing the lock. "What a day."

"What a mousey woman," said a female.

I whirled around to see a woman in red attire and black as night eyes. An emerald studded necklace around her neck sparkled under the light from a lamp in the corner. "Who are you? How did you get in here?! The armor shop is closed!"

The woman smirked looking me from head to toe before tipping a bottle of black ink on the floor. The ink gurgled and spiraled up into two horses that were dead with wings. I took a step back in fright at the two beasts. "What the hell…?"

As the woman snapped his fingers the two horses cried out making the lights in the shop flicker and go out leaving me in complete darkness. I was knocked back against the door by the two urging horses that passed through me and turned into wisps that swirled back into the bottle, which the woman closed with a cork. I fell to the ground in a daze of mindlessness, my eyes a pastel blue with no pupil. The woman in red passed me by. "Have a good day, dear. Tell Cruz I said hi."

I heard the shop door close with a click as the lock was set by itself and silence took over. My body slumped forward and fell to the ground where I laid there motionless.