Hello, People of the Minecraftian Fanfiction Archive! It's eak60 here, bringing you another chapter of my hit story, Blocks of War! The only reason I call it a "hit story" is that I got a whopping four reviews for my first chapter! 4 REVIEWS! It may not seem like a lot, but it's more then my Wizard101 story has gotten EVER, and it has 3 chapters! Even if one of the reviews came from my friend when we were sitting bored in English class (who didn't even read it, BTW), I'm really happy with the response. Now, thanks to those four amazing reviewers, I get to reply to them!

Hearobrine: Hmm… we'll see about that. And I think that I've seen you around the archive, and I'm pretty sure that there isn't an "a" in your username. Just thought I'd point that out.

HPE24: (reply to PM) Just thought I'd put this reply here, so that I'd have something to put here! Yeah, the elite IIIs do have pretty long author's notes. But the story is still a good length, too. And I thought Exb756 was #4 and you were #5. Oh, well. And tell Crusher that I send hearts! 3 3 3!

COW KILLER: Shut up and actually do your freaking work in English! GOD! (PS, LAST POKE!)

Guest: Yes, someone did set them up. A very mysterious someone *winks at HPE24*. And yes, as you can see, I will continue to write more! Just next time, sign in to your account if you have one, or if you don't, then type in a name in the box.

Okay, that's about it, so here it is! TURN YOUR AWESOMENESS PHASERS ON!

Chapter 2:

Wesley Cunningham joined the game

Jordan was awestruck. He was starting to think that he would never see another human being again, but thankfully he was mistaken. A million questions raced into his mind at once, but his body was still in a state of shock from the sudden appearance of the slightly older boy standing in front of him. All he could do was just stand there and blankly stare into the young man's fiery red eyes, his black bangs almost falling into them.

"Hello?" said the boy. Jordan shook himself off, realizing that he hadn't said anything in a very long while.

"Hi," Jordan said, punching out a makeshift door hole. "Come on in!"

The young man walked through the hole in the wooden wall. "Thanks," he said, extending his right hand toward Jordan. "The name's Wesley. Wesley Cunningham."

Jordan gladly stepped forward and shook Wesley's hand. "I'm Jordan Parker, I think," he replied.

"What do you mean you think?" Wesley looked down at the other boy, he being slightly taller them Jordan.

"Well, yesterday I just woke up on a beach with no memory," Jordan explained. "The only thing I could remember was a name, Jordan Parker, so I just assumed that it was mine."

"Hmm, that's weird," Wesley said, confused. "I've never heard of anything like that." The young man's fiery red eyes seemed to glow as he pondered this. "Wait, if you had no memory before this, how did you know to collect wood and make a shelter for the night?"

"Whoa, slow down!" Jordan exclaimed. "First of all, this isn't a shelter, it's a cave with a bunch of logs stacked up against its entrance. Second, I got the wood because I got angry and punched a tree. The only reason I made this 'shelter' is because I was running away from a zombie. And why are there zombies here? And where is here? And-"

"Okay, now you slow down!" Wesley said, cutting Jordan off. "I know that you must have a lot of questions, but one at a time, okay?" The amnesiac nodded. "Alright, 'here' is the planet Minecraftia. More specifically, we are in the overworld, about 5 miles out of Inferosia, my hometown. Well, old hometown, anyway."

"Wait- what?" Jordan was as confused as a zombie in a door maze. "I understood none of that. Minecraftia? Overworld? What does that mean?"

"You mean none of that rings a bell?" Jordan shook his head. "Then either your amnesia is even worse then I thought, or you defiantly aren't from around here. Either way, we're going to have to start with the basics."

"Okay, but I still have some questions," Jordan replied. "Can you explain the mechanics of this world?"

"Well, obviously, unlike most worlds, everything is made out of blocks," Wesley explained. Jordan nodded in agreement. "Not all of these blocks obey the laws of gravity. Actually, most don't, except for sand and gravel, and TNT when it's lighted."

"You guys have TNT here?" Jordan said, exited.

"Moving right along," Wesley quickly stated, not wanting to get the eager teen interested in the art of blowing things up. "We can collect these blocks, using the right tools, or even out hands, sometimes!"

"Yeah, I know, I've been punching trees all day, nothing much," Jordan replied sarcastically.

"Anyway, we use these blocks to make tools, build shelters, and protect ourselves from the evil monsters that appear during the night."

"Yeah, what's up with that?" Jordan queried.

"Well, like I said, monsters appear during night time. Their only instinct is to kill any human that happens to come within their range of sight, and unfortunately for us, that means us, too," Wesley explained. "That's the one downside to this place. Well, that, and the war."

"Wait, there's a war going on?" Jordan asked.

"Yeah, between the gods."

"Sounds serious."

"It is," Wesley replied. "Minecraftia is ruled over by two gods- Notch and Herobrine. Notch is the ruler of the aether, a dimension far above the overworld, where we are now. He is also the controller of all blocks, each and every one of them. Herobrine, Notch's brother, is the ruler of the Nether, a world below the overworld, sort of like the opposite of the Aether. He is the god of mobs, too, passive and hostile." The black haired boy paused to let Jordan absorb the sudden information. After a while, he nodded for Wesley to go on.

"About ten years ago," he continued, "Notch kidnapped one of Herobrine's head generals, the King Pigman, but wouldn't tell him why. Notch framed Herobrine for taking one of his men, or women, in this case, Lady Oriel, the queen valkyrie. He implanted her in the Nether, so Herobrine just held her in captivity until Notch returned the King Pigman. Notch kept denying that he kidnapped him, though, so they broke out into war. You get all that?"

Jordan stood there for a moment, letting all the information sink in. "Yeah, but why would Notch do something like that?" he replied after a while.

"I don't know, that's just how they taught us back in Inferosia, but to tell you the truth, I don't believe any of it. You see, since the war started ten years ago, cities have been siding with the gods to stay alive. Inferosia was on Herobrine's team, what they call Devonian Legions. It was the second biggest one, too, and the most strict. They really worked the information into your skull that Herobrine was the good guy. I don't think that what they are telling us is entirely true. That's why I left, so I could find out more."

"Ah," Jordan said simply. "But where are you planning to get this information?"

"Well, about a week ago, when I was back in Inferosia, I swiped this from City Hall," Wesley answered, pulling out a file with the words "TOP SECRET" in bold red letters stamped across the front. "This baby has information on every city on the continent. Right now I have my sights set on one called Terravein, a rebellion city. Before you ask, rebellion cities are usually little villages that have gone under the radar of the war and have been unaffected by it, not forced to choose a side like Inferosia. Some, however, are huge utopias with strong enough military assets to protect themselves from assaults of the gods. No matter how big, however, they have the real information on the war. Terravein Is just a few miles east of here, and it was where I was heading before I bumped into you."

"So, what?" Jordan queried, "We're just going to barge into a random city and ask for top secret information without any notice whatsoever?"

"Yeah, pretty much." Wesley said simply.

"Alright, seems legit! Let's go!" Jordan started to head for the makeshift door, but Wesley stopped him.

"Wait, hold on a second! You can't just head out into the wilderness without getting ready first! You're unprepared! What would happen if you ran into another zombie this time?"

"Umm…" Jordan thought. The older boy had caught him off guard.

"You would get yourself killed, because you would have no way of defending yourself! Here, take this." Wesley pulled some grey rocks and a few twigs from out of his backpack and tossed them to Jordan. He easily caught them as Wesley placed some sort of wooden table on the ground in front of them.

"This hunk of wood here is called a crafting table," he said, pointing to the newly placed workbench. "You use this for making just about anything- from pickaxes to cookies!"

"Ooh I want some cookies!"

"Maybe later. Right now we're going to make some tools," Wesley said. "Alright, put your cobblestone and sticks on the workbench."

"You mean this stuff?" Jordan asked as he put the correct materials on the table.

"Yeah, that. Now, take the sticks and put one on top of another." The other boy did as he was told. "Good, now place one cobblestone above the sticks, and two more cobble next to the first. Jordan followed these simple directions, and the raw materials on the crafting table suddenly came together to make a pickaxe.

"Sweet, a pickaxe!" Jordan exclaimed holding his newly made tool above his head proudly.

"Yeah, pretty cool, huh? You can use that to mine up some more cobblestone, or other ores like coal and iron," Wesley explained. He also told Jordan how to make a sword, shovel, and axe, and soon the eager boy was wielding a complete set of stone tools. "Okay, now we're ready for the wilderness," Wesley said, pulling out a stone sword of his own, and with that, the two newly found friends headed off into the unknown.

N**H

Soon after they left the cave, Wesley pulled out a compass from his backpack and pointed the two young adventurers in the eastern direction, the way to the rebellion city Terravein. As they walked in silence, the sun gradually set over the distant horizon, brilliant orange light falling over them. Soon they were approaching the hill that hid the two's destination under its enormous shadow. At the same time, the darkness of the Minecraftian night started to engulf the landscape behind them.

"Do you think any mobs will spawn before we get there?" Jordan asked his companion.

"Maybe; the moon's rising pretty fast," Wesley answered. As if on cue, a zombie appeared before them, groaning for human flesh. Wesley started to advance, but Jordan held him back.

"I got this one," he said, pulling out his stone sword. The zombie took notice of the sudden noise and set his sights on the young man. Before the zombie could think, Jordan charged.

Gripping the sword in his right hand, the boy slashed at the monster, cutting into its chest. The zombie didn't seem to notice, however, as it advanced toward Jordan. It tried to claw him with his severally untrimmed fingernails, but to no avail. Jordan rammed the back of his sword into the zombie's head, knocking it back a few feet, but it just kept coming at him. The monstrosity managed to get a grip on his opponent's left arm, and sunk his sharp, jagged teeth into soft limb.

Jordan cried out in pain, clutching his arm. Warm blood leaked out of the wound. "Are you alright?" Wesley asked his wounded friend. "Do you want me to help?"

"No," he said, releasing his bloodstained hang from his left arm. "This one's mine." Jordan sprang into action, slashing into the zombie's chest a second time. The monster tried to claw him, but the young warrior sliced off its arm. Jordan then stabbed the zombie in the chest, making it fall into a pool of its own blood. "This one's for earlier," he said, bringing the sword down onto the zombie's head, finishing it off. The corpse disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving behind two pieces of rotten flesh.

"Nice," Wesley complimented, coming up to the wounded boy. "And very dramatic!" They both laughed at the corny joke Wesley had made. Then, he noticed Jordan's arm. It was bleeding a good amount, and could very well be infected.

"We need to get you to a doctor!" he exclaimed. "Until then, use some of this." The young man pulled some cotton bandages out of his backpack and handed them to Jordan. He wrapped the soft fabric tightly around his wound to stop the bleeding.

"Thanks," he said. "Alright, onward we go!" Pointing a dramatic finger, the two advanced up the hill that was separating them from civilization.

N*H

"Are you sure?" Wesley asked as they were entering their rooms. Once they had gotten to Terravein, Jordan had insisted on holding off on getting his arm treated. Promising to get it checked out tomorrow, they checked into the town's inn and rented two rooms for the night. Jordan just nodded his head yes.

"Alright, see you in the morning," Wesley replied. "Goodnight."

"Night," Jordan replied as he closed the door to his room behind him. Not bothering to turn out the light, he collapsed on the double bed, exhausted from the previous day's exertions. His bite wound ached, but that didn't stop the boy from falling asleep in a matter of minutes.

N*H

Okay, that's the chapter! Sorry for not updating sooner, I just felt like procrastinating lately. UGH. SUE ME! Really, do though. I update WAY too slow! From now on, I will try to stick to a biweekly schedule, but no promises. And keep reviewing, I really appreciate it! Okay, hug a moose, eat a banana, shove a potato up your ear, and GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS CHAPTER!