Prologue 3: Warnado (Minecraft Origins: Forever Flames, The Dark Dungeon, Overcharged and Enderborn)
The villager stared at the night sky. That human always taunted the villagers, saying that they didn't know how to defend themselves from the evils that roamed the earth during the night. However, today they had a right to be scared. Today was the day of the Solar Eclipse. Today was the day the Moon passed in front of the Sun.
A sudden swooping sound caught the villager's attention. He glanced around the outside from his window, his eyes finally landing on a tall, shadowy creature. He frowned at the Enderman; it had a nasty habit of stealing parts of the villagers' houses and teleporting them to some far-off place, never to be seen again. The villager knew plenty well not to look at the Enderman's face; he'd rather not agitate the creature. However, he had heard stories about the Solar Eclipse. Tonight, the Endermen were always hostile...
Another whooshing sound, and the Enderman was gone. The villager shook his head. He turned around, intent on retiring for the night, and came face to face with the Enderman from before. The dark creature glared down at the villager, daring him to look up into his deep, purple eyes. For some reason, it seemed so tempting, as if looking into those eyes would grant the villager knowledge of the infinite power of the universe. Giving into temptation, the villager slowly turned his head upwards, and stared into the eyes. The Enderman screamed.
Warnado125 stormed into the villager's house. "I always have to protect you guys, don't I?" Warnado sighed. He held both hands in front of himself, making an X shape, with his right hand closest to his chest. Warnado made a fist with his right hand, pulled it back towards his face, and made a fist with his other hand, creating a bow made out of purple energy. He fired an energy arrow at the Enderman, striking it in the side of the Enderman dashed towards Warnado, kicking him outside through the door. As he landed, Warnado rolled backwards, landing on his feet again. He threw his energy bow to the ground, where it dissipated into purple particles. Warnado sprinted at the Enderman, who was still screeching, and uppercutted him in the jaw. The monster staggered backwards, hitting his head on the top of the house. The Enderman bent down, holding his head. Warnado once again ran towards the dark creature, forming an energy sword in his right hand, and stabbed it in the head. The Enderman gave a final screech as it fell to the ground, finally dead.
The villager poked his head out the door, examining Warnado's work. He said something unintelligible.
"I told you, don't call me Helix! It's Warnado now!" Warnado rolled his eyes, and made his way across the grass path that led out of the village.
The village was situated in a valley, with two mountains on either side of it. Warnado lived at the top of one of the mountains, inside a cave that he had carved out himself. The inside wasn't very comfortable, but it was home.
A flaw in design meant that the stairs that led up to the cave were quite a ways away from the village. As Warnado followed the path that led to the stone staircase, he kept a wary eye out for any threats that plagued the night.
He wasn't wary enough.
There was a river that ran through the center of the valley, which served as a water source for both the villagers and Warnado. As Warnado stopped to fill his canteen, a rustling bush caught his attention. He punched his fist together, setting them alight with purple energy. "You're probably just a bunny," Warnado said to the bush.
On cue, a rabbit hopped out of the rustling leaves.
"Ha!" Warnado laughed. "Can't fool me this time!"
A giant spider leaped out of the bush and ate the rabbit.
"Wow," Warnado said. "What garbage."
Warnado heard a hissing sound from behind him. All around, monsters were closing in on Warnado. He was surprised; he was very attuned to his surroundings, and creatures usually couldn't sneak up on him easily. He glanced all around himself, then at the river and the zombie who was blocking it. "You first, then," he muttered, and shot a blast of energy at the zombie, who flew backwards into the river.
Warnado ran towards the river. When he reached it, he quickly formed a boat out of energy and hopped inside, fleeing down the river with the current. Skeletons shot at him and the rest of the monsters gave chase. Warnado laughed. They'd never catch him.
And that's when the Guardians came.
Warnado frowned at the strange one-eyed creatures as they swam through the dark water. Guardians didn't normally appear anywhere outside of their undersea temples. Must have something to do with the eclipse, Warnado thought. He stared across the water in front of him, pondering what to do. He was flanked on either side by the Guardians. He shook his head.
Warnado shouted something in some unintelligible language. A whirlpool opened up a few blocks in front of him, swallowing multiple Guardians. Warnado smiled and shouted something else.
Nothing happened.
Warnado shouted again. Again, nothing happened. Warnado became nervous. The whirlpool he had created was growing stronger quickly. Warnado wondered what was happening. He hadn't put that much power into his words.
Had he?
The whirlpool wasn't slowing down. Warnado desperately made an oar out of energy and tried paddling away from the swirling mass of water, but it was no use. The vortex was too strong. Warnado would be overwhelmed.
At this point, Warnado went into panic mode. He spat every spell he knew at the whirlpool, but each one bounced off harmlessly as if being controlled by some unseen force. Warnado shook his head in defeat, and spread his arms wide, basking in his life while he still had it.
Then the whirlpool pulled him in.
Warnado was easily pushed underwater, buffeted by the roaring tides that he had manifested. However, something rather strange occurred. The water kept flowing downwards infinitely. Warnado, of course, fell with it. He told himself not to look down, but did anyways, and saw what looked like a Nether portal.
That was the worst mistake he had ever made.