Four Years Later
Andrew leaned forward on Atticus, his horse. Next to him, the four horse racing champions of Notchton, Marcus, Philetus, Rosetta, and James, were leaning forward, their eyes fixed firmly on their goal. They needed their focus. This was no ordianry horse race. The race took them around Notchton, through the Parkour Lodge, where they would jump across the parkour track, and it would take them through the Spleef* Arena, where the racers would attempt to dig out the snow from under the opponent's horse. Then on the final strech, the racers would jump over a series of fences, and finish the race. The race started at the castle where The Grand Council of Elders resided. At the balcony on the front of the castle, the audience cheered as the three grand council members, three elderly villagers, Herald, Anthony, and Constantine, walked onto the balcony. Herald was the head councilman, Anthony was his right hand man, and Constantine was General of The Trekkers. Herald walked to the large gong, and shouted, "We welcome you, citizens of Notchton, to The Notchton Races! We would like the racers to come to their marks!" Andrew whispered to Atticus, "You ready for this, buddy?" Atticus neighed. Andrew smiled. "Let's win this." The racers walked their horses to the starting line. Herald shouted, "Get ready!" The racers put on their iron helmets. "Get set!" The racers leaned forward. Herald picked up a stick, and lifted it high in the air. "Let The Notchton Races begin!" Herald rung the gong, and the racers were off like an arrow from a bow.
Andrew rode furiously, gaining a lead on the racers. Then Rosetta rode up next to him, blew him a kiss, laughed, and rode away. Andrew spurred Atticus onward. The racetrack began to go up a bridge going across the plaza, and directly over the huge fire pit in the middle of the city. That fire pit had been there since the city was founded, and it never burned out. He always wondered how that was. He sped Atticus up, and passed Rosetta as the bridge dropped to ground level, and went into the Parkour Lodge. Once the racers were in, they began jumping on the small blocks, suspended in mid air over a pool of water. Philetus overshot a jump, and fell screaming into the water below. He and his horse resurfaced spitting out water. Andrew laughed. Of all the racers, Philetus had badgered Andrew the most. The racers treated each other more like brothers and sisters than enemies. Philetus however, was a bully. It made Andrew unspeakably happy to see Philetus eat his words on the first challenge. "How did he put it again?" Andrew thought. "'I'll parkour circles around you?'"
Andrew took the jumps with relative ease, nearly falling on one occasion, but regaining his composure. The racers finally left the Parkour Lodge, except James, who was slowly jumping over the gaps about halfway through. They zoomed through the city, Marcus passing Rosetta and Andrew, and then they entered the Spleef Arena. They got out their shovels as they rode across the single layer of snow, suspended above another pool of water. Rosetta was the first to make a move, digging out a few blocks of snow in front of Andrew. Andrew jumped over them, but just barely. He dug out two blocks in front of Rosetta when she wasn't looking, and she fell through the snow, and into the water. Andrew finally caught up to Marcus, both of them digging out snow from under each other, and failing. They finally left the Spleef Arena, and out into the final stretch. The racetrack was made of purple wool, and there were fences that Marcus and Andrew had to jump over. They both jumped over the first, second, and third ones, but Atticus stumbled over the fourth, giving Marcus a lead again. It was time. Andrew said, "Alright, let's flip!" Atticus neighed in agreement, and then jumped over the fence, but flipped in the air, skipping the one after that, catching up to Marcus, and landing perfectly. Marcus looked at Andrew, wide eyed, grinned from ear to ear, shook his head, and kept on jumping. He's impressed. Thought Andrew. Apparently, the crowd was too, because they roared with thunderous applause. The finish line was within sight. There were no more fences, just one, long stretch to the finish line. Andrew and Marcus made a mad dash for the finish line, neck in neck, and just 10 blocks away from the finish line, Andrew pulled ahead, and won by a nose. The crowd stood up, jumped up and down, and cheered. Andrew and Marcus got off of their horses. Marcus walked up to Andrew, shook Andrew's hand, and said with a british accent, "Well played, worthy opponent."
After Andrew got ready for bed that night, He walked into Atticus' stable. He brushed his mane, and gave him some suger lumps. "You raced great today, old buddy!" Andrew said. "You did great!" Just then, the door burst open, and in ran Horatio. Andrew could fill a book with crazy things that Horatio did. Horatio was kind of like a mad scientist. He was extremely smart, but he did some dumb things in his time. That's why they were best friends. Life never seemed to be dull with Horatio around. He remembered when Horatio had tried to create an explosive potion, and it worked all too well. It blew up his house. Two days later, when the fire had finally been put out, he realized that an underground lab would be better. When he was digging the hole for his lab, he stumbled upon a cave, with a chest in it. In it, he found what was called a JavaScroll. It was the first of five clues to find a very special book. A book that was given by Notch himself to the first minecrafter, Stevie. The Book of Notch. It was Notch's journal. It contained information on his life, his ideas, but most importantly, how to manipulate the force that made up everything in Minecraftia. JavaScript. When the book was given to Stevie, he mastered the art of JavaScripting, and became known by the title of The Great JavaScripter. Then one day, he just disappeared. Him, along with The Book of Notch. Never to be seen again. Coming back to the present, Andrew asked Horatio, "What is it, Horatio? It's almost curfew." Horatio said, "No, no, no, this is more important than some curfew! I know where it is!" Andrew asked, "Where what is?" Horatio, wide eyed, took the first JavaScroll out of his pocket. "The second JavaScroll!"
*Spleef: The minecraft sport where a layer of snow is suspended high above a pool of water, or lava, and the player attempts to dig the snow out from under his opponent with a shovel.
