Chapter Two - Meeting Up
Steve's POV
"What are you doing in my house again?" He yelled at the villager. He unsheathed his newly made diamond sword and lunged at the villager. But he was gone. "Wait!" Steve yelled. "What prophecy!" "Just walk toward the setting sun!" The villager yelled back. Steve still couldn't see the villager. "Fine. As long as you stay out of my house, mine, and head!"
Steve realized that if he didn't go west, the villager would haunt him forever. Steve grumbled as he packed up his stuff to go. Armor, check. Diamond sword, check. Lots of steak, bacon, and bread, check. 32 cobble, check. He put the food and cobble in his pack. He strapped his sword on his back and put on his armor. He was ready to go.
Alex's POV
The crazy villager grabbed her book. It was Minecraftia History. "Hey!" Alex said. The villager flipped to a page and gave it back. She read it.
The Prophecy of Three
Three will go towards the setting sun
The archer, the miner, the builder as one.
The archer has a silver pack
The skill for shooting a helpful knack
A silver mark upon her head
With a red roll for a bed
The miner with a sky blue pack
The chiseled cobble as his knack
A diamond sword within his hand
A mark of riches, a golden band
The builder with a grass green pack
The sky-high buildings as his knack
In the sight of ender eyes
And envies the only one who flies
To save the world for better or worse
Underneath the white eyed curse
Alex realized that she was the one in the prophecy. She had a silver pack. She was an archer. She had a streak of silver hair. And she had a red bedroll. Not a real bed. Alex was so stunned, she just sat there for a minute.
Mike's POV
Mike was on his way west. His green pack had food, water, and wood. If only he could fly. That would be so much faster. I wish I could fly. Those Earth kids are so lucky! Mike continued walking with these thoughts in mind. Soon, he found a village. it was surrounded by a cobblestone wall. Not impossible, but unusual. He knocked on the iron doors. A villager came and opened it.
Mike walked toward the center of the village. He felt like there was someone there that he needed to meet. He found an archer girl. "Hi." He said. "Hi." The girl replied, staring into her book. "What's in your book?" He asked. "The Prophecy of Three." She said. "Oh." Mike said. "I've heard of that."
"I'm one of the ones in it." The girl said. "What?!" Mike yelled. "Ya." She said. "It's pretty amazing." "I came here following a sign. I think an endermen put it in my pool." "Wait." The girl said. "Are you a builder?" "Yes." Mike said. "Is you pack green?" "Yes." Mike said again. "Did you build sky-scrapers?" The girl asked, with increasing interest. "Yes."
Suddenly, and endermen appeared beside them. They couldn't move. "This is the builder from the prophecy." It said in a deep voice. "He is in the sight of ender eyes. Me." The endermen teleported away.
Mike just stared at the girl. "Hi." She said, "I'm the archer from the prophecy. My name's Alex." "My name's Mike." He said. Wether they liked it or not, they were now a team.