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John McGrove, an average six foot tall Minecraftain, breathed in the fresh mountain air. This was one of the rare days he had off, and he was going to make the most of it. Making his way down the simple cobble stairs from his home, he glanced about himself. The valley in which his town lay was enclosed by high mountains on all sides, a natural barrier against the monsters, both the undead and men alike, of the world. As his feet touched the dirt road at the bottom of the stairs, a familiar voice hailed him, much to John's dread.

"Oi! McGrove! I need you over here!"

The man who spoke was shorter then John by a full foot, making him one of the shortest men in the village- though that in no way reduced the fact that he was one of the toughest fighters out there. He, the captain of the town's guard, nicknamed 'Crazy Joe', was getting on in his years, his black hair streaked with gray. He was standing near the rear tunnel that was dug right under the mountains as a way to exit the valley, while at the same time doubling as a mine. With the old man was Thomas 'Tom' Moss, the son of the town's smithy, and one of John's friends.

Crazy Joe spoke again, "As you already know, you two didn't join the Town's guard to slack off," The man started pacing back and forth in front of the two, and continued. "Nay, you joined to help! And that's exactly what you're going to do today!" John let out a sigh. Another long winded speech to tune out. So much for getting something for my sister, he thought, Oh! looks like he's finishing up now.

The captain of the guard turned sharply, facing the young men, his single eye narrowed. "I said, am I right?"

"Yes Sir!" came the reply.

"Good," Joe said, "That's more like it. Now, to the business at hand- one of the miners swears he saw a group o' creepers down there," He gestured over his shoulder to the dark opening behind him, "And it's our job to hunt them down and...dispose of them." In his mind, John cursed to himself. The rest of this day was going to be Hell. "I know you two can deal with them, you have in the past," Yeah, John thought bitterly, And nearly lost my life, too. "And I shouldn't have to warn you- then again, you are pretty thick headed -about how dangerous these creatures can be. If they are there, of course."

John could have sworn he still had blisters from the wild goose chase a very paranoid townsfolk had sent them on. It had lasted two full days, only to turn out to be a bat. He had had very choice words with the miner.

"Now then," Joe said, "Go get your armor on and meet me back here in ten minutes!"

"Yes Sir!"

Trill was having a relatively pleasant day with her friends, taking a late lunch near the stream. She had spent her whole life inside the valley, never once leaving. She sometimes wished she could someday, then remembered her family. No, she was content here. Besides, she never wanted to deal with the crap John had to, what with all those calls at the most absurd hours of the night- Her bother never looked rested, not even when he had the odd day to sleep.

One of the teens with her, called Ben, tried skipping a stone on the flowing water; but to no avail. He sat down with a loud 'humph' and Amanda, another teen, called to him, "Hay! Idiot! Try doing that at the pond! You might have better luck there!"

"Shut up."

"No!"

Trill let out a chuckle at the pairs antics, and added in her thoughts.

"Just give him some slack, will you?"

"Nope. I'll do that when the Nether freezes over."

"Fine then. Ben, you're on your own."

He looked at her, a look of mock anger on his face.

"Why, you little..." He stopped, most likely rethinking what he was going to say. Instead, he pointed behind the two girls. "Hay! Look! Trill, looks like your brother is going into the mines!"

She turned her head to see, as Ben had indeed pointed out, three armored figures disappear into the darkness below the mountains.

The young girl bit her lip.

"I hope he'll be okay..."

"Yeah," Amanda added, "He's too cute to die!"

"Eww! That's my brother!" Trill smacked her friend in the shoulder.

"What? He isn't my brother."

Ben let out a poorly concealed snort, followed by the laugher of the full group.

John cursed. It had been two, no, three hours since he entered these accursed caves, and so far he was regretting ever having come here. The reason for this, and the reason why they were wandering aimlessly around, was simple- They were well and truly lost. He would have hoped for a more professional way of finding the cursed creepers, but, of course, the captain had to follow his cursed instinct, and now found himself in a large cavern with a very embarrassed captain. The torches he and Tom carried were burning low, too low for his comfort. Crazy Joe raised his hand, signaling for them to halt, and said, in a hushed voice, "I think I heard something. Here, John, hand me your light. Now."

"Okay Sir."

"Now then, I'm going to scout out ahead and see what I can find- And I want you two to stay here. If you hear something, find me."

"Yes sir."

This was not going to end well, John thought, Crazy fool will most likely get us killed. The light retreated into the distance, and was soon lost to sight.

It was a good five minutes before Tom spoke.

"Hay! Look at that!"

He pointed to the far wall, where something glittered. As Tom made his way over, taking the torch with him, he said, "I think...It is! Gold!"

At this, John's curiosity spiked and he followed his friend.

"Are you sure? How much?" John asked, looking at the large veins in the rock. It was, indeed, gold.

"If only we had pickaxes," Tom started, "Then we could get it! We'd be rich!"

"Yeah," John countered, "But we don't. So let's-" He was cut off by a distant rumble, earth and dust showering the two.

"What the...?" Tom asked, his eyes wide.

"I don't know, probably just some miners setting TNT off..." Another thought dawned on him. "Never mind," he said, already heading for the tunnel, "I think Joe just found what we're looking for! Come on!"

Racing down the passageway that their captain had gone down, John drew his blade while Tom did like wise. No sense charging in a potentially hostile environment ill equipped.

When they made it to what was presumably the blast site, they found Crazy Joe slumped against the wall, alive, but unconscious. What ever thing that had cased the explosion was blown to high heaven, with a three foot long chunk of rock.

Tom rushed to the captain's side, being trained in healing it was his realm to deal with. John just stood, looking wide eyed around the chamber. No, he did not want to run into a creeper today. He held Tom's torch in his free hand, as Tom had handed it to him when they entered. He cursed aloud, it was turning into an awful day.

He froze when, behind him, the tell-tale sound rang out in the small chamber, a sound that chilled him to the bone.

"Hiiisssssssssss..."

A/N: So I finally worked up the courage to upload a story. So tell me, how did I do? Good, bad? If you saw any spelling/grammar errors, please let me know in a review. Please.

Thank you for reading!

Anyway, I might accept a few OCs- Please PM me them. Guests, please do so in a review. Just give their age, looks, personality, and, of course, their name. They must, however, follow these rules: They must fit in the medieval era, which means no dyed hair and their clothing has to fit as well. No magic or other-worldly things. Also, no diamond ANYTHING. I'm trying to make it as realistic as possible, as this is a fanfic, and I can do what ever I want. XD

Also, you must know that I will have free reign other them- Being able to change them in what ever way I like and to kill them off in most horrid ways. I will only have those in this story that I like. Sorry...:P

Updates on this story will be slow, or they might be really fast- Anywhere from a week to six months. This is a side project. (I have a life y'know.)

-LukeSkyOtter