A/: If you see the word Elenjor, well, it kinda means 'Minecraftia'. Yeah, I'm re-naming the world of Minecraft. It's just, you know, a bit weird that anyone would name a world 'Minecraftia'. That's just my opinion though. Don't kill me.

I'm sorry I didn't update sooner. I got a bit sick.


Fallen God, shining bright,

Two eyes glowing silver-white.

Twin blades like a pair of wings,

Destroying Gods, cities, and slaying Kings.

Prince of the Nether, Master of the Night,

Eyes ablaze with white light.

Gods hear their names from far away

He does too, no different from they.

Just pray to Notch you don't meet him one day,

Because if you're seen, you won't get away.

- Elenjorian Children's Poem


Chapter 3

Steve Troubles

A THUD! and a loud yelp reverberated around the palace, waking everyone up.

... Okay, maybe that was a bit exaggerated. Steve wasn't that heavy. And the bed wasn't that far off the ground.

A few moments later, the said idiot stumbled out off his room and proceeded to ask a nearby servant where he would find his much-needed breakfast.

"Your meals will be delivered to your room, sir." The servant replied before hurrying off.

Why is everyone in such a hurry here? Steve wondered idly. Then he shrugged. He wasn't prepared to think before he gets his food.

He did get his food. Eventually.


After his much needed breakfast, Steve set off towards the throne room. Better get this done and over with.

Steve wasn't very good with political conversations. There was a reason why he never went to the last Kingdom that he checked up on again. Well, the reason was-

Back to the present.

Steve prepared himself for the worst as he entered the throne room. It was the same set up as the last night, with the king on his throne and the prince beside him. Oh, and don't forget the two-gold-nugget smile.

"Good morning, Steve. I hope you've had a good night's sleep?" without waiting for an answer, the king continued. "I forgot to introduce myself last night. I am King Arndel the Second, and this is my son Prince Tevon." The prince smirked, as if to say I am a prince and am thus better than you. Steve wasn't normally a violent person but right now he wanted nothing else in the world but the satisfaction of wiping the smirk off Tevon's face with something like a well-aimed frying pan.

However, to Steve's uttermost regret, he couldn't do it now.

"I am honoured to meet you, sir." Steve replied with a smile so fake that it itched. "Now, onto the important matters." Notch had told him to always ask this particular question first. Steve thought he knew why. "Has the White-Eyed one been sighted here recently?"

The king opened his mouth to answer, but his son beat him to it. "Herobrine, you mean?" Tevon snorted. "Haven't been around for a few decades."

Steve flinched at Tevon's careless use of the evil entity's name. He half expected Herobrine to smash through the roof and blast the prince into tiny bits immediately. But nope, no such luck.

Steve inwardly groaned as the king started on a report of his kingdom for the past twenty years. He would be surprised if he was still alive at the end of this.


"And that's about it." The king concluded, apparently oblivious to Steve's suffering.

It took all Steve's self-control to stop himself from dancing for joy on the spot. But just as he turned to leave, the king stopped him again.

What is it this time?

"My son has... ah, been wondering when Notch would come to pick him for his Elites." He saw the expression on Steve's face and hurriedly continued:" Tevon can wait for however long it takes, of course."

Steve thought about it for a moment. He couldn't imagine having to work with Tevon around. Luckily for him, he couldn't remember seeing Tevon's name anywhere on Notch's extremely short recruitment list. So that's exactly what he told them.

"Are you sure?" Asked the king. Meanwhile, his precious son is starting to look more and more like a overripe tomato.

"Notch only takes the ones he deems worthy." Steve replied with a shrug.

"But Tevon is a hero!" The king protested. "He slew the giant zombie that was around a year ago!"

Why is he arguing with me? I'm not the one who decides this sort of stuff. He should be complaining to Notch. Then Steve changed his mind. No, I guess he has a point there. Arguing with Notch is like arguing with a deadbush once He has His mind set on something.

"True heroes live in their hearts, not just their deeds." Steve replied firmly, remembering what Notch had said when He Chose him.

"But you're only seventeen and you're in the Rangers! I'm twenty-one!" The prince glared at him like a petulant child.

So he is human, and not a Crafter. Steve mused to himself. He's still older than he looks, though. I though he was eighteen. Or maybe I'm just really bad at judging human ages. Probably because I'm really bad at judging.

"I'm twenty-five, actually. I'm a Crafter." Steve replied patiently, like a grown-up talking to a kid. "I did get Chosen when I was seventeen, though."

"That's not the point!" Tevon snapped. "Father, we should have him executed for disrespect!"

"Tevon, stop." King Arndel tried to calm his enraged son down. "You'll get plenty of time to prove yourself in the future."

"I'll, uh, leave now, sir." Steve, seeing his chance to escape, backed out of the room as the king nodded absently at him.

That didn't go too well.

Steve scarpered to the royal library before Prince Crybaby- sorry, Tevon, could escape daddy and come after him with something deadlier than a frying pan.


Sylder's royal library was surprisingly well kept, considering how little it was used. There was no one in sight when Steve arrived.

Steve was very impressed, seeing how his own dwelling usually resembled the Aether Labs after Jeb decided to blow it up with a failed experiment. Notch should have hired this librarian to clean up His study, which always looked like a place where creepers have frequent parties. Supercharged creepers.

Steve doesn't usually read (He was way too restless to stay in the same place for more than five minutes), but he figured that he might as well as use the library here since he was bored out of his mind and had nothing else to do.

Being a really impulsive person, Steve picked a shelf that looked the most interesting to him. He sat down on a nearby cushion and pulled out the closest book at hand.

On the front page, it said:

Crafters, Humans, and Testificates

Crafters, humans, and Testificates may look alike but have lots of differences. For example, Crafters can use something called the "Minecraft Laws" which allow them to break off cubes of matter simply by hitting it with either a tool or sometimes just their hands, and then "Crafting" it into something else. All Crafters have a personal "pocket" called an Inventory, which are inaccessible to anyone else but the Crafter him/herself. Some Crafters have larger Inventories than others. Crafters will also sometimes Respawn when they are killed. All demigods are Crafters.

Humans

Humans are-

Steve shut the book. He already knew most of this. He dropped the book and reached for another one, which was labelled:

Elenjorian Myths

He flipped to a random page, and started reading.

Herobrine:

Everyone knows him. Even the little children are taught a rhyme to remind them to not speak His name out loud, for calling a powerful entity's name will sometimes bring you to their attention. He is the White-Eyed terror of our nightmares. But no one know exactly who, or rather, what He actually is.

There is a story of how He is the ghost of a miner who dug too far and fell into the Void. There is another story of how he was a mighty hero who turned evil, hence His name. There is also a story of Herobrine being the son of the unknown Nether God, hence His title, Prince of the Nether.

There are also a small amount of people who believe that He is the twin brother of Notch, and created the world along with Him.

Whoever, or whatever He is, He is undoubtably dangerous, and painfully real.

Steve put the book down, frowning slightly. Notch had never told him who Herobrine was, or why He wanted Herobrine tracked down so bad. Maybe the brother theory was true after all.

He pulled another book off the shelf. This one was called:

Types of Magic and Magicians

There are two main categories of magic: Elementary magic, and Mob Affinity magic.

While all magicians can do the usual stuff (i.e: cast spells, levitate, read undefended minds), the sort of magic that they are best at, the sort of magic that comes so naturally to them that they can do it without thinking almost, is the type of magic that they are born with.

Elementary magic: There are lots of types of Elements. Fire, water, air, earth, metal, ice, lightning, light, shadow, rock, nature, and maybe even a few undiscovered ones.

Mob Affinity: Mob Affinity is where you can do some of the things the a certain type of Mob does (i.e, an Ender Mage might teleport, and an Ocelot Mage will have a sharp sense of smell and always land on their feet). Some Mobmages can speak to Mobs. In the case of domestic or "animal" Mobs, though, that may be a bit useless. Hostile Mob Mages are despised and are banned from most Kingdoms simply because they represent a hostile Mob. Some Kingdoms welcome Mobmages in hopes that they can keep hostile Mobs away or tame Peaceful Mobs.

Steve shuddered. Lucky for him that he didn't tell anyone here that he was an Ender Mage. He would probably have been thrown out, Ranger or not, otherwise.

Steve stood to pick the books up, but of course, since Lady Luck seemed to hate his guts, tripped on something. He fell into the bookcase and knocked it to the ground with an almighty CRASH!

"What the Nether is going on there!" Shouted an old, grumpy voice from the back of the library.

Uh-oh, I think that's the librarian.

And for the second time that day, Steve ran for his life.


La Fini! Oh, and Steve actually hates reading. I only made him read because I wanted to explain some things to you guys. Sorry, Steve.

Oh, and sorry again for updating so late. :c