Disclaimer; Minecraft belongs to Mojang. I seek no profit from this work of fan fiction.
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The sun crests over the green horizon, marking the transition from day to night. The brilliant light is daunting, but we remain basking in its rays, never faltering.
We are Mother's protectors. We patrol the valleys, hills, swamps, mountains, caves, plains, forests, and tundras of Her creation. We seek only to protect.
We ward off those who seek to deface Her, to profane Her grace and defile Her divine beauty.
We use our bodies to destroy the evil that walk all over our Mother. It pains Mother when we use our gift of gunpowder to take ourselves out along with the filth, but we must do so.
Our lives end with a hiss; our parting farewell to our brothers who remain vigilant.
We must protect.
We cannot be stopped.
We cannot be overcome.
We cannot lose.
We cannot fail our Mother.
