*Potions For The Modern Human*

"Avery, do you have the map?" Tim asked me in the cave. "Nah, Jenny's holding it, wait 'till she finishes mining the vein of iron." I gestured to the redhead friend swinging a stone pickaxe. We were in our village's mines, and Tim claimed he found a stronghold, and the three of us came. Jenny gave the map to Tim, who rubbed his small brown afro when reading the map. "North it that way." Jenny pointed in the direction of her compass.

After about thirty minutes, we found some mossy cobblestone on the ledge of a ravine. I mined through, and collected some stuff from a chest. "Woah, check out this library guys!" I exclaimed. Connected to the room with the cage, there was a gargantuan room just filled with books upon books! "I wonder if they have any potion tips." Tim wondered as he pulled a random book out. "Let's have a Loki shall we. . . .Oh. Of course it isn't in English. How stupid." He put the book of a random language back, and we looked around some more. "Yuk," Said Jenny, "Spiderwebs everywhere. As long as it isn't Endermen everywhere, it is going so well today."

The bookshelves went up to just above our heads, and I saw a chest on one of them. "Look at this-" I threw a rock at the chest until it fell over, and a horrid sound of membrane popping occurred and a black, inky substance oozed from the sideways chest. The sm- Wait. I opened the chest. It's just an ink sac. Humph. I thought it was a corpse or something. "Scared ya, huh?" Jenny playfully punched me on the shoulder. "There's more, but try not to knock it down so hard." She climbed another shelf and passed down a chest.

Tim opened said chest, and sighed with relief. "Finally," He held up a dusty red book, "English. And something I'm good at, potions." The book reads Potions for the Modern Human. A bit conspicuous of a title, but it was the only English book after a half hour of book searching.

Rattling of bones was heard, followed by an arrow just missing my head, lodging into a cobweb. "Whoops! Time to go." I yelped, and we headed out to the village.

"Finally *Huff Huff* we are home." I said out of breath, we made it to the village of Kingswood. I was so tired, I just wanna rest. Of course, the mobs followed us, so we need to deal with matters. Another arrow grazed by my light brown hair. It was a small mob of mobs, around five of 'em. "Hey, you two can rest, I'll handle it." I said, eating some carrots from the chests.

We were lucky to be able to live in Kingswood's castle, we convinced the mayor that for protecting the village from mobs. The two climbed into bed, and I headed for the horde of mobs.

I notched a bow and shot a skeleton, knocking it into the Blacksmith's lava. A Creeper advanced, and I shot it five times, but only three hit. I'm okay at the bow, but not as good as Jenny. So I tossed the bow and unsheathed an iron sword.

I was ready to slash a zombie, but a spider tackled me down, mandibles bared. I rolled back, kicking hard. The spider slammed against a wall, dead. I was distracted, and the Zombie punched my back. I yelped in pain, spinning around and slashing the foe.

Scanning the area, there were no more mobs. So I headed back to the castle. The first thing I do when I get home is stuff my face with a loaf of bread. I get hungry after eating, ok? Deal with it. I lay down on the bed in my room and sleep hard.

.dawnstar (From Portal Pursuit) - Thank you! Now the story is out thanks to you! (And DarthFiction)

There! I did it! A story I do not plan on discontinuing! A little side note, Villagers do not exist, just players with the roles of villagers, it'll ruin the mood of the story. Anyways, I'm Xena and I'm . . .

Herobrine- nope! You forgot copyright.

Xena- This is fanfiction. Don't really think copyright matters, besides, I OWN minecraft.

Hero- Um

Xena- I have the game. And All my characters are original.

Hero- ok. . . . So can I make o/c yet?

Xena- I am so sorry, but I will not be accepting any O/C.

You- UGH! COME ON! I CAME ALL THIS WAY FOR THIS!

Xena- . . . . *Sorry* I accept O/Cs on another story. I. Um. Bye?