Hello, readers. Note out there, I was strolling through the Minecraft stories to make sure I had my ideas in the clear, but it seems someone else has beaten me to it. I'm still going to type up what I've written since the 2nd of August, but here is the heart wrenching story I saw begin, literally, in my dreams.
Ian Bertie Dezeray was crushed. He starred at his crown, the gems cracked, moss beginning to form of the edges we're bedrock formed the back of his crown. Looking out at the ruins of his city, he didn't care if any more creepers spotted him. Half of him still wondered if he should jump off the tower and get it done with. He was tired of stowing away from the undead. Warm tears spilling down his cheeks, he shook silently as he remembered his daughter. His wife's terrified face as the two Creepers moved to flank them…
He opened his eyes, willing those thoughts away. Sighing, he pulled a dagger out, and looked at it. If he hadn't had that pool constructed close to the tower, he would have certainly died…
-_-somewhereelse somewhereelse somewhereelse somewhereelse somewhereelse somewhereelse-_-
Stretching his aching limbs from such a long sprint, he stood in front of the cities walls.
"Damn it Kalev, what's wrong with you, running off like that! Top of Form
Bottom of Form
" A girl a few inches shorter than him, maybe five foot four, charged up to him, as he admired the walls.
"My Uncle's somewhere in here! I can't wait to see the town's people, and the Guards and the-…" Kalev was too caught up in his fantasy to notice the others in his questing group arrive.
"Kalev…" The boys older brother was kneeling beside a dirty set of iron armor.
"Yes, brother?" The redhead moved forward, hands clutching the bowstring across his chest. "You found someone's armor? We can bring it to the castle and maybe we can-…"
Jezel, the girl that had been following up on him for running off ahead of them sensed something Kalev had not, and she whispered his name. "What is with everyone?"
"That's a dead body, bro." The heavily armored tank in the group waltzed over in his Obsidian armor, shield at the ready, sword naked in hand.
"Guys, stop playing…" Kalev chuckled, "it isn't very funny."
"Look." Mystic, his brother, pulled the Guard's corpse up and Kalev hissed.
"Lies!"
"Then why is the castle in such a horrible state? Those vines wouldn't be there. Face the facts, man. This is another one. And the attackers were successful."
Kalev bit his lip, before running next to the wall, trying to find a way in. Jezel cursed. "He ran off again, didn't he."
"Yes. But you do not have to follow him. You'll exhaust your abilities-"
"Look, Mystic, I may be blind, but I can see all the same, because someone has to make sure that dumb ass doesn't get himself killed." Before the Leader could continue to argue with the stubborn adolescent, she bolted after the second in command of the mission, listening and feeling with her low whispers.