A/N: Read and Enyoj. Can I get atleats 1 review?
Steve ignored the incoming darkness that was behind him. Soon, he found the faint light of torches that were licking the coal on the nearest wall. He walked until he reached his wished destination. But what he found was a library that seemed untouched... or so he thought. The brave miner entered the library, and what he saw were bodies, burned to ashes, pain still visible on their faces. No one knew how long they had been lying here in this dusty library. Papers and books were scattered, and ink completely dried on the stonebrick floor. Steve made his way to other side of library that was covered in cobwebs, and used his iron sword that was sitting on his back. He cut the sticky cobwebs away with little difficulty. The spider strings fell down, and he decided to use them to make a new bow, to protect his village he had found years ago. Steve arrived in front of a ladder that lead up to second floor of the library.
As he walked to nearest chest, he found more books and blank papers. Most of the books in the chest were empty so he picked them up carefully, moving one item after another. There was only one book... Nothing else, not even ink sac or papers. Just one old book with a blue ribbon. He untied the ribbon and started reading it whilst he sat on the wooden floor. The first page of the book was easy to take in, and he understood just what this books words were telling. About Notch and Herobrine, but he couldn't figure out who the third person was. His clock ticked and alarmed, reminding him to get back to village. Breaking from his thoughts, the minor jumped down the ladder and went towards the opening of the stronghold. He was approached by a few zombies on the way, but luckily, he was able to slay them all as he ventured away from his previous destination. As he walked, he found iron ore, and proceeded to collect it. His fellow villagers said that he was a skilled miner and only people like him could go deep into the Earth and find more minerals then many others. Though, with time, a trained miner could become skilled and could survive even the largest waves of monsters.
A few moments passed until Steve exited the cave and untied his horse. He jumped onto his steed, and galloped towards the village.
Sometimes, when he entered the village, the townsfolk would praise him as their protector. A protector that brought materials for them and in exchange, rewarded him with a nice, warm place to call home. He was kind man, that had respect for everyone he met. But what he loved the most was reading books and going to mine deep in unexplored caves. He didn't truly fear what dangers lurked in the dark, but he would always think ahead to prevent from encountering said dangers.
He led his horse to the stable and took off the saddle, then he went to his small home. In said home, he was welcomed by his friend, Claric. Claric was an ordinary doctor and librerian. Whenever Steve got injured, he would heal his wounds as best he could. He was warm and caring and didn't like trading too much, but he lived with it. On his property was a small library on the very edge of the village. It had pictures of human anatomy, and depicted all kinds of injuries and illnesses, and what kind of remedies there were to cure and or heal them.
As Steve walked, the gravel pathway crumbled slightly under his feet. It was a bit wet and he was aware that it had been raining.
He finally arrived at the home, and as he entered, his body was met by the warmness of the fireplace he built for himself and his friend.
"You're home! How was your mining trip, Steven?" Claric asked.
"Well, I was met by a few zombies, and I found new stronghold that I explored. Oh, and I brought you some empty books and blank papers." Steve replied tiredly.
"Oh, just what I needed! Thank you." Claric thanked his friend.
"No problem, it wasn't a tough task for me."
"Are you hungry? I cooked chicken and potatoes." Claric said.
"You have no idea!" They laughed and set the dinner out on the table
They ate in silence, which was broken by nearby zombie grunts and growls. It was nothing for them, they just stayed put in their shelter. The sun had already began to set, making the skies a beautiful mix of red and orange. Steve emptied his backpack and put the books down on the table, before he told Claric not to take the book with the blue ribbon to his library.
Steve jumped into a pristine bathtub full of warm water, and slowly began rubbing his muscular body to clean of any remaining specks of dirt and sweat.
He relaxed and stared at cobble stone ceiling, but then she came to his mind again. Who was the girl from the book? He thought to himself and closed his eyes, only for them to open once again
"What is she?" Steve asked himself aloud.
"Well...it's time to find out..." He carefully climbed out of the bathtub and pulled on some clean clothes.
He sat on his bed in silence, Claric already sound asleep. Perfect. He wouldn't be asking him any unimportant questions. He had plenty of time to finish this strange book now. He adored being in libraries and strongholds, and he longed to catch every detail from this old and battered book. As he read he found many blank spaces, and it gave him a clue...The ink had deteriorated over time. He would give a yawn from time to time as he read, but stopped stopped when he read something that looked important...
"The War Has Been Declared.
Your Allies Have Been Ensnared.
It's Now Or Never.
Break The Code Or Die Forever."
Steve was utterly confused, but the book was far to interesting to put down. It was, maybe, some hidden history of Minecraftia. As he continued reading next few lines of text, his eyes felt like they wanted to glue themselves shut. It was rather late, and he covered himself in red wool blankets that provided enough warmth for the minor. His bed was comfortable and welcoming as well... God those villagers always trade the softest wool around!
"To the Warrior Give My Blade
By His Hand Your Fate Is Made."
The book was stating some kind of ancient prophecies, and Steve couldn't understood very well. He looked at the page number, and memorised it before he tied the ribbon around the book, and went to bed. He sighed whilst crawling deeper under the warm blanket...When thunder began to crash and rain collided with the roof of the home. It pounded heavily against the wood and soaked the mobs through. Endermen could be heard screeching in protest, before the sounds of them dieing could be faintly heard. The brave miner sighed again. It seemed that tomorrow was going to be a very difficult day, and he would be headed back for those mines once again. So, Steve relaxed and soon felt himself falling asleep. As the warmth of his blankets seemed to caress him, his eyes closed themselves, and he had finally found himself in a deep slumber.
Steve ignored the incoming darkness that was behind him. Soon, he found the faint light of torches that were licking the coal on the nearest wall. He walked until he reached his wished destination. But what he found was a library that seemed untouched... or so he thought. The brave miner entered the library, and what he saw were bodies, burned to ashes, pain still visible on their faces. No one knew how long they had been lying here in this dusty library. Papers and books were scattered, and ink completely dried on the stonebrick floor. Steve made his way to other side of library that was covered in cobwebs, and used his iron sword that was sitting on his back. He cut the sticky cobwebs away with little difficulty. The spider strings fell down, and he decided to use them to make a new bow, to protect his village he had found years ago. Steve arrived in front of a ladder that lead up to second floor of the library.
As he walked to nearest chest, he found more books and blank papers. Most of the books in the chest were empty so he picked them up carefully, moving one item after another. There was only one book... Nothing else, not even ink sac or papers. Just one old book with a blue ribbon. He untied the ribbon and started reading it whilst he sat on the wooden floor. The first page of the book was easy to take in, and he understood just what this books words were telling. About Notch and Herobrine, but he couldn't figure out who the third person was. His clock ticked and alarmed, reminding him to get back to village. Breaking from his thoughts, the minor jumped down the ladder and went towards the opening of the stronghold. He was approached by a few zombies on the way, but luckily, he was able to slay them all as he ventured away from his previous destination. As he walked, he found iron ore, and proceeded to collect it. His fellow villagers said that he was a skilled miner and only people like him could go deep into the Earth and find more minerals then many others. Though, with time, a trained miner could become skilled and could survive even the largest waves of monsters.
A few moments passed until Steve exited the cave and untied his horse. He jumped onto his steed, and galloped towards the village.
Sometimes, when he entered the village, the townsfolk would praise him as their protector. A protector that brought materials for them and in exchange, rewarded him with a nice, warm place to call home. He was kind man, that had respect for everyone he met. But what he loved the most was reading books and going to mine deep in unexplored caves. He didn't truly fear what dangers lurked in the dark, but he would always think ahead to prevent from encountering said dangers.
He led his horse to the stable and took off the saddle, then he went to his small home. In said home, he was welcomed by his friend, Claric. Claric was an ordinary doctor and librerian. Whenever Steve got injured, he would heal his wounds as best he could. He was warm and caring and didn't like trading too much, but he lived with it. On his property was a small library on the very edge of the village. It had pictures of human anatomy, and depicted all kinds of injuries and illnesses, and what kind of remedies there were to cure and or heal them.
As Steve walked, the gravel pathway crumbled slightly under his feet. It was a bit wet and he was aware that it had been raining.
He finally arrived at the home, and as he entered, his body was met by the warmness of the fireplace he built for himself and his friend.
"You're home! How was your mining trip, Steven?" Claric asked.
"Well, I was met by a few zombies, and I found new stronghold that I explored. Oh, and I brought you some empty books and blank papers." Steve replied tiredly.
"Oh, just what I needed! Thank you." Claric thanked his friend.
"No problem, it wasn't a tough task for me."
"Are you hungry? I cooked chicken and potatoes." Claric said.
"You have no idea!" They laughed and set the dinner out on the table
They ate in silence, which was broken by nearby zombie grunts and growls. It was nothing for them, they just stayed put in their shelter. The sun had already began to set, making the skies a beautiful mix of red and orange. Steve emptied his backpack and put the books down on the table, before he told Claric not to take the book with the blue ribbon to his library.
Steve jumped into a pristine bathtub full of warm water, and slowly began rubbing his muscular body to clean of any remaining specks of dirt and sweat.
He relaxed and stared at cobble stone ceiling, but then she came to his mind again. Who was the girl from the book? He thought to himself and closed his eyes, only for them to open once again
"What is she?" Steve asked himself aloud.
"Well...it's time to find out..." He carefully climbed out of the bathtub and pulled on some clean clothes.
He sat on his bed in silence, Claric already sound asleep. Perfect. He wouldn't be asking him any unimportant questions. He had plenty of time to finish this strange book now. He adored being in libraries and strongholds, and he longed to catch every detail from this old and battered book. As he read he found many blank spaces, and it gave him a clue...The ink had deteriorated over time. He would give a yawn from time to time as he read, but stopped stopped when he read something that looked important...
"The War Has Been Declared.
Your Allies Have Been Ensnared.
It's Now Or Never.
Break The Code Or Die Forever."
Steve was utterly confused, but the book was far to interesting to put down. It was, maybe, some hidden history of Minecraftia. As he continued reading next few lines of text, his eyes felt like they wanted to glue themselves shut. It was rather late, and he covered himself in red wool blankets that provided enough warmth for the minor. His bed was comfortable and welcoming as well... God those villagers always trade the softest wool around!
"To the Warrior Give My Blade
By His Hand Your Fate Is Made."
The book was stating some kind of ancient prophecies, and Steve couldn't understood very well. He looked at the page number, and memorised it before he tied the ribbon around the book, and went to bed. He sighed whilst crawling deeper under the warm blanket...When thunder began to crash and rain collided with the roof of the home. It pounded heavily against the wood and soaked the mobs through. Endermen could be heard screeching in protest, before the sounds of them dieing could be faintly heard. The brave miner sighed again. It seemed that tomorrow was going to be a very difficult day, and he would be headed back for those mines once again. So, Steve relaxed and soon felt himself falling asleep. As the warmth of his blankets seemed to caress him, his eyes closed themselves, and he had finally found himself in a deep slumber.
Steve ignored the incoming darkness that was behind him. Soon, he found the faint light of torches that were licking the coal on the nearest wall. He walked until he reached his wished destination. But what he found was a library that seemed untouched... or so he thought. The brave miner entered the library, and what he saw were bodies, burned to ashes, pain still visible on their faces. No one knew how long they had been lying here in this dusty library. Papers and books were scattered, and ink completely dried on the stonebrick floor. Steve made his way to other side of library that was covered in cobwebs, and used his iron sword that was sitting on his back. He cut the sticky cobwebs away with little difficulty. The spider strings fell down, and he decided to use them to make a new bow, to protect his village he had found years ago. Steve arrived in front of a ladder that lead up to second floor of the library.
As he walked to nearest chest, he found more books and blank papers. Most of the books in the chest were empty so he picked them up carefully, moving one item after another. There was only one book... Nothing else, not even ink sac or papers. Just one old book with a blue ribbon. He untied the ribbon and started reading it whilst he sat on the wooden floor. The first page of the book was easy to take in, and he understood just what this books words were telling. About Notch and Herobrine, but he couldn't figure out who the third person was. His clock ticked and alarmed, reminding him to get back to village. Breaking from his thoughts, the minor jumped down the ladder and went towards the opening of the stronghold. He was approached by a few zombies on the way, but luckily, he was able to slay them all as he ventured away from his previous destination. As he walked, he found iron ore, and proceeded to collect it. His fellow villagers said that he was a skilled miner and only people like him could go deep into the Earth and find more minerals then many others. Though, with time, a trained miner could become skilled and could survive even the largest waves of monsters.
A few moments passed until Steve exited the cave and untied his horse. He jumped onto his steed, and galloped towards the village.
Sometimes, when he entered the village, the townsfolk would praise him as their protector. A protector that brought materials for them and in exchange, rewarded him with a nice, warm place to call home. He was kind man, that had respect for everyone he met. But what he loved the most was reading books and going to mine deep in unexplored caves. He didn't truly fear what dangers lurked in the dark, but he would always think ahead to prevent from encountering said dangers.
He led his horse to the stable and took off the saddle, then he went to his small home. In said home, he was welcomed by his friend, Claric. Claric was an ordinary doctor and librerian. Whenever Steve got injured, he would heal his wounds as best he could. He was warm and caring and didn't like trading too much, but he lived with it. On his property was a small library on the very edge of the village. It had pictures of human anatomy, and depicted all kinds of injuries and illnesses, and what kind of remedies there were to cure and or heal them.
As Steve walked, the gravel pathway crumbled slightly under his feet. It was a bit wet and he was aware that it had been raining.
He finally arrived at the home, and as he entered, his body was met by the warmness of the fireplace he built for himself and his friend.
"You're home! How was your mining trip, Steven?" Claric asked.
"Well, I was met by a few zombies, and I found new stronghold that I explored. Oh, and I brought you some empty books and blank papers." Steve replied tiredly.
"Oh, just what I needed! Thank you." Claric thanked his friend.
"No problem, it wasn't a tough task for me."
"Are you hungry? I cooked chicken and potatoes." Claric said.
"You have no idea!" They laughed and set the dinner out on the table
They ate in silence, which was broken by nearby zombie grunts and growls. It was nothing for them, they just stayed put in their shelter. The sun had already began to set, making the skies a beautiful mix of red and orange. Steve emptied his backpack and put the books down on the table, before he told Claric not to take the book with the blue ribbon to his library.
Steve jumped into a pristine bathtub full of warm water, and slowly began rubbing his muscular body to clean of any remaining specks of dirt and sweat.
He relaxed and stared at cobble stone ceiling, but then she came to his mind again. Who was the girl from the book? He thought to himself and closed his eyes, only for them to open once again
"What is she?" Steve asked himself aloud.
"Well...it's time to find out..." He carefully climbed out of the bathtub and pulled on some clean clothes.
He sat on his bed in silence, Claric already sound asleep. Perfect. He wouldn't be asking him any unimportant questions. He had plenty of time to finish this strange book now. He adored being in libraries and strongholds, and he longed to catch every detail from this old and battered book. As he read he found many blank spaces, and it gave him a clue...The ink had deteriorated over time. He would give a yawn from time to time as he read, but stopped stopped when he read something that looked important...
"The War Has Been Declared.
Your Allies Have Been Ensnared.
It's Now Or Never.
Break The Code Or Die Forever."
Steve was utterly confused, but the book was far to interesting to put down. It was, maybe, some hidden history of Minecraftia. As he continued reading next few lines of text, his eyes felt like they wanted to glue themselves shut. It was rather late, and he covered himself in red wool blankets that provided enough warmth for the minor. His bed was comfortable and welcoming as well... God those villagers always trade the softest wool around!
"To the Warrior Give My Blade
By His Hand Your Fate Is Made."
The book was stating some kind of ancient prophecies, and Steve couldn't understood very well. He looked at the page number, and memorised it before he tied the ribbon around the book, and went to bed. He sighed whilst crawling deeper under the warm blanket...When thunder began to crash and rain collided with the roof of the home. It pounded heavily against the wood and soaked the mobs through. Endermen could be heard screeching in protest, before the sounds of them dieing could be faintly heard. The brave miner sighed again. It seemed that tomorrow was going to be a very difficult day, and he would be headed back for those mines once again. So, Steve relaxed and soon felt himself falling asleep. As the warmth of his blankets seemed to caress him, his eyes closed themselves, and he had finally found himself in a deep slumber.