BanjoNote: Redux! I've redone this chapter just to, y'know, make it better Enjoy.

My name is Notch. I am what you call a Crafter – a person who has powers over the normal people, who are called Villagers. You could say that I am the first of 13 Crafters, because I am. A Crafter is spawned every 10 years, along with what we call an 'Update', which adds new things to the world of Minecraftia. What's my ability? Now, that would be spoiling all the fun in this 'lil story of mine, wouldn't it?

How do I even start such a story? I suppose it would start with the 14th Update, since that's when things went all to nether. Gods, Monsters, normal people turning into demigods – hey, jist another story in the world if Minecraftia. Of course, as all things, it starts with me. In a crypt. Why are there crypts in Minecraftia? Don't question it.

So, let me tell you how I got stuck in a prophet's crypt, shall I?

-=Update Arc=-

When Notch is attacked by a mysterious stranger in the Crypt of the Fifth, he discovers a prophecy that ordain the end of his world, with the Crafter with unlimited power part of it somehow. Meanwhile, Alex, the 14th crafter, is spawned into existence.

Silence. That's one of the many boring things about this underground Nether-hole. The sound of my diamond boots stepping on the stone brick floor echoed throughout this crypt, giving it a creepy feel to the ancient tunnel. Another thing? Who only uses stone bricks? Like, at least use some cracked bricks and add some cobble. Talk about lazy! I would've made this place a five-star attraction, worthy of Vegas. Whatever Vegas is.

Why am I, the great Notch, stuck in this ugly, two-star place? Well, when a disturbance in the nearby fishing village of Caremu, it took my attention. See, I've been researching a certain... artefacts. Emeralds of power. No one knows what they are or where they come from, but these emeralds somehow obtained powers reflected in their colours. So far, I only have discovered the location of one – but only vaguely. You'd think one who could control the flow of time could find things with ease, and I guess I could. But that would ruin the fun of an Indiana Jones–worthy adventure, and that couldn't do.

So far, no emeralds have been seen in this crypt under the ocean. Only stone bricks, stairs and the occasional cobweb. I placed a torch on the wall to my left, and nearly walked straight into a pit of endermen. Quickly stepping back, I rummaged in my backpack to find what I needed.

Ah, yes.

The carved pumpkin, the peak of stealthy objects.

Shoving it on my head, I crouched to the ledge and started to build a bridge. Looking up at the side I was bridging from, I saw a red block flashing white.

With a yell, I stuck out my hand and called on my Craft. The TNT block started to flash slower as time began to slow down, giving me enough time to jump off the bridge and land smoothly on my feet. Snapping my fingers, time resumed to its normal pace, and the TNT exploded the hallway behind me.

I continued down the hallway like nothing out of the ordinary happened, eventually coming to a massive archway. The room it led to had a smooth transition to a bright quartz room, with a single chest in the middle of the room. It was surrounded by various colors of stained glass, mostly red and purple. I looked around to see if anyone was around, and tiptoed to the chest.

Inside was a single book. The title read: The Eldest Prophecy. I pulled it out of the chest and blew a century's worth of dust off it, causing me to sneeze and cough so hard that I dropped the book.

"Shit." I coughed, and picked it up quickly. "What even is this? Secrets to being immortal? Tips on how to get the most powerful gear in the world?"

I opened the book to the first page.

I'd really like to tell you that the book had a golden glow to it, and it told me the path to the golden lands of Minecraftia, but sadly, I had no such luck. Instead, the pages were so old that they might as well have been made from gold – that's how yellow they were. However, when I saw my name on the first page, I immediately knew something was up.

Dear Notch.

I dedicate this book to you, as I have for seen that you are the first to read this book contains the fate of Minecraftia as we know it. Read on to your benefit, but know that fate cannot be changed. For I present to you 2 prophecies, The Eldest Prophecy and the Ballad of Flames.

The 14th crafter, Never Seen before

Unmatched power, Straight from the core

The Fall of 4, The rise of Pillage

The Rise of Craftsmen, the Fall of Village

When all is said, when all is done

The void of the Flood, The shock of the Last One

But the Eldest, in all his Might

Shall flood this world, Shall flood the light.

What you have seen is the Eldest Prophecy. What is written next is the Ballad of Flame, something even I cannot start to understand.

I flipped to the next page, and blinked violently when I saw that there was nothing written. I started to flip through all the pages, but nothing else was written in this book.

"Yeah, really hard to fathom. Almost as if there was nothing to fathom, mister prophet." I mumbled, turning around.

"So, you found the Eldest Prophecy, huh?"

I came face to face a shadow of a man in the doorway. I stuffed the book into my belt and unsheathed my enchanted diamond sword. "Should have known. Of course, you would be here."

He laughed and answered with "The Legendary Notch knows who I am! Oh, am I famous now? Can I get an autograph? Maybe just along my blade?" He pulled out a glittering golden scythe and traced a finger along the blade. "You know this one, don't you?"

I shrugged. "Maybe once upon a time I did. But we both know you're not the man you once were – and we both know that you can't possibly defeat me. The most powerful Crafter."

"Yes. Call me outmatched if you want – I'll still beat you to a pulp." He raised his scythe above his head, shadowy vapour swirling around him. With a loud breeze, all the light in the room was snuffed, leaving me in the pitch dark. The only thing I saw was a set of glowing eyes staring right at me.

I quickly drank a night vision potion and saw the cloaked figure charge me. I snapped my fingers and projected my will into him, stopping his movement in time. Knowing my Craft wouldn't hold, I quickly slashed into him multiple times and left him in that room as I ran off.

Almost as soon as I left the room, he snapped out of his time cage. He quickly ran after me, catching up and swinging his scythe into my leg. I stumbled for a bit, seeing that I lost three hearts. I took out my enchanted sword and quickly jabbed at him, but he dodged it with ease. He planted a foot onto my chest and kicked me, slamming me into a wall.

While I was recovering, he reached into my belt and pulled out the book Solomon left for me. Not even bothering to read it, he threw it on the ground ignited it with a fire charge. He gave me an evil smile, but I shrugged.

"Too late, kiddo." I gave him a smile back. "I know how to beat you. And it's incoming about… no-"

I didn't get to finish my sentence as an ultraviolet wave slammed into us. We flew into the opposite wall, and visions protruded my mind.

A man in blue, rich clothing, holding a lead to two llamas. He helps a woman off the ground and offers her a hand. People with gray skin – illagers? Holding crossbows, they fire on innocent groups of people. Beside me, Herobrine stumbled off the wall and swore.

"What… was that?" He growled, and gave him a grin.

14th Crafter. Unmatched Power.

"Well," I started to back away. "I guess you'll know soon. For now… bye!"

I used my Craft to slow down time, and bolted out of the tomb.

BanjoNote: Literally just me, not going to lie. If I had time magic, that's pretty much how I would do everything. Slow time down, and not do it. With these reduxes, I'm going to make Notch Linebeck. I hope some people get that reference.

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