Chapter Eleven: Planning
Andrew's POV
We came back to my hut. It had been my home ever since I finished Ranger Training Steve looked around. He'd never seen a ranger's cabin I guessed. And a ranger's guesses are usually right. I rummaged through my chest. My weapons. I grabbed my yew longbow. It has never failed me once. I grabbed my quiver and refilled it.
I had so many different kinds of arrows from ice arrows, to fire arrows, and explosive arrows, and many more. I thought I might need my longsword, so I equipped it.
"That's a nice sword you have there Steve," I commented, "Is it diamond?"
"Yes, it is." Steve said with pride.
"Alright, we need a plan," I began.
"Any ideas?" Steve asked.
I had forgotten that Steve was new to Minecraftia. I had an idea.
"We need a group. A group of people we can trust with our lives. I know where we can find some of my former allies."
"Really," Steve began, "Where?"
"They were captured and imprisoned in our neighbored kingdom, Adworith." I replied, "We can raid them and free the prisoners."
"Really, how do expect we could just break in to Adworithian prisons?" Steve asked skeptically.
"Have you forgotten that you are in presence of a ranger?" I said with a slight smile.
"Oh yea," Steve said.
"That's the thing with Minecraftians that aren't rangers," I joked, "they are foolish and they don't pay attention to their surroundings."
Steve merely said, "Oh really, you don't know me than."
Steve's pig just sat there.
"Alright, I think we should leave now. Do you have food and tools?" I asked Steve.
"Yeah, I', all set." Steve said.
Alright then, let's go."
The three of us left, waiting for the war ahead. When the Enderlords strike, I'll be ready.