Welcome everyone. This story is what it is. Making Minecraft personas into heroes that are larger than life or villains that are more than evil. Inspired by some countless animations, some you may well know. As I am the author, the first persona shall be my own BryanCroiDragon or in this case Bryan Croi-Dragon, literally Bryan Dragon-Heart. Other characters are based off of skins that I have created. Instead of basing Martin the Great's voice on my actual late dad's voice, I instead based it off of Brian Blessed's. Hence the all capitals in his lines. Likewise instead of Thomas' voice being based on my actual cousin's I based his more on Brian Cox's. In reality the my dad sounded more like Ed O'Neill and my cousin sounds more like Mel Blanc as Bugs Bunny. Other personas will not be accepted until after the fifth chapter. Enjoy and review.
The Redstone Throne
Redstone seemed like a most curious thing to make a throne out of. Yet still Martin the Great; King of Oshawood, Duke of Blackthorn and Cobblehill, Count of Ontario, Vernadale and Taonto or in short the Ontarian Emperor; had made such a throne. There was room for him and his queen on it, once he had passed on and his son Bryan "Croi-Dragon" had ascended to the throne he and his queen, once he had one, would both sit upon the throne.
Thus did Thomas, the evil-hearted son of Martin's sister, look upon the throne that day in envy! A blond haired, white skinned fellow with a left eye long since gone white from a horrid injury while the right eye remained as blue as the left eye had once been. Wearing a suit of grey mail, a white tunic with a black T upon it and brown boots and gloves, Thomas was different from his red haired uncle and cousin whom had a red cross upon their tunics. He cared not for the people, only for himself and the favor that the Ender Dragon would heap upon him. He wanted gold, favor and power!
"YOU MAY LOOK, THOMAS, BUT DO NOT TOUCH!" Thomas turned and saw his uncle Martin, a brown eyed, bearded and mustached fellow with greying hair who had a golden crown upon his head. That crown… He wanted it!
"Yes, of course, uncle." Said Thomas, his voice deep and smooth. "I shall look and look alone." Until the day he finally became emperor. Then he may touch and touch the throne to his heart's content. "Where is my cousin, your son?"
"HE HAS GONE HUNTING!" Martin laughed a deep laugh. "AND TAKEN THE HOLY SWORD CONQUEROR WITH HIM!" Martin continued to laugh. "WHAT A SON! HE WON'T LET THE SWORD OF THE EMPEROR AWAY FROM HIM! BEST WAY TO KEEP IT SAFE FROM GREEN-EYED MONSTERS WHO WOULD WISH TO TAKE IT FROM THE RIGHTFUL HEIR!"
"Aye, the rightful heir." Muttered Thomas as he drew his iron sword. "But you forget something, uncle. Thomas I may have had one son but he has two grandsons and I shall not spend my days subservient to my cousin and his line."
And then Thomas struck. So struck the usurper, he the people would call Thomas the Traitor.