There once was a small, peaceful town in the jungle, right next to the ocean and a mushroom island.
This island was based around legends, from the creation of the world, to the destruction of it, and the rebirth. Of course, with its legends, came dangers from within and from the outside.
One night, when the moon was blood red, an assault was launched against the village. Pellets, containing everything forbidden to the world, were stolen. Crops were trampled, buildings were burnt to crisp. But no one had been killed.
Instead, as everyone began being herded towards the edge of town, a girl, her stone axe in hand, leapt towards the masked man who had arranged the raid. Soon, three albino triplets joined in, and a black haired girl too. A blond boy and a ginger set up an anvil to fall on the masked man's head, but they were shot down by a skeletal archer.
"SAGE! NIGHTSHADE!" the ebony haired girl shouted, pulling her bow back and striking the archer down with a single shot.
The masked man, who took no damage from the battle, swiftly got rid of every weapon, from the enchanted bow of the ebony one, to the strange daggers of the demonic appearing triplets.
"You are worthy of the crowns of the corners of the world. Brave fighters, able warriors, and obviously very worried about each other. Come with me, and I shall hand you each a section if the world," the masked man said. A brunet boy, armed with the only diamond pickaxe as his only weapon, jumped in front of his friends.
"Libra, do not do this," the brunette girl said, standing up on her shaky legs. She took a step closer, gently shoving her friend to the side.
"I shall go with you, if you promise never to raid this village again," she said, looking up tiredly.
"Agreed," the masked man said, kneeling down to look the rather small child in the eye. She couldn't be older than 8, but she had visible scars on her hands. A warrior in training? A ranger?
Doesn't matter anymore.
One by one, her siblings, the triplets, the blond and ginger, and her black haired twin, came up to the man and knelt in a warrior's oath.
"We shall never run, nor hide from you. We will do the things you command us to in the accordance to the laws of Minecraftia. The Worlds in Minecraftia shall tremble at our name, if that is what you desire."
Oh, what a sight it was, seven siblings, saying the warrior's oath to a man they did not know. The oldest 11, and the youngest 5, unknowingly about to get raised a new way from the way they had been taught, with anything they desired within reasonable limits, and multiple armies at their command.
And all they did was attack a raiding army commander.