Chapter 14 – Battle for Minecraftia
The mobs went to work. The endermen teleported away from the Wither Bosses deadly attacks, the spiders attacked from the trees, the creepers fought off the Wither Skeletons, and the skeletons fired their bows.
The Wither Boss kept knocking out the spiders in the trees, and set the trees on fire. They burned down, making it easier to attack the mobs below. Next, he took out the skeletons. They burned down to dust, and the arrows burned, so I couldn't pick them up for myself.
The endermen, however, were starting to attack the Wither Skeletons, so the creepers didn't have to handle so much. But, that was a problem. That made it so that they didn't teleport away from the Wither Boss' attacks. But, some endermen were smart, and four remained alive.
With the endermen's help, though, all of the Wither Skeletons were dead, and the creepers could now use the swords of the dead skeletons. But that was no use. The Wither Boss destroyed them all. Except, of course, for the one next to me. Tom was still alive. The four endermen, three spiders, and one skeleton that were still alive gathered around Tom and me.
They all knew what they were doing. They worked strategically to attack the Wither Boss while they were still alive. They all soon died. Except for one spider, hiding in a bush. It was Paul.
Paul came out and stood next to me. Then, the Wither Boss chuckled. "The prophecy was right," he said.
"What prophecy?" I ask.
"Well, I guess they never told you," he said. "But, I'll tell it to you. The prophecy goes like this. Once day, the two armies, good and bad, will fight for the right of Minecraftia. The armies will be destroyed, and only the Minecraftian, the creeper, and the spider will survive. Then, the bad will kill the Minecraftian's survivors, and the Minecraftian and the evil will fight for the right of the world, Minecraftia. So, all I need to do now is kill your two friends here."
"No!" I screamed. "You cannot kill them!"
"I can," he said. And then, he shot a fireball at Tom and Paul. It was a direct hit. Paul and Tom got blasted to the side, covered with black smithereens. I saw Paul stop breathing, and then Tom did the same.
"NO! YOU JERK! YOU SUCK!" I cried. Tom was my best friend. But now I knew what I had to do. Save the world. The Wither Boss descended to the ground, grew arms and then picked up a sword, made of diamond. I picked up my diamond sword, given to me by a creeper.
The Wither Boss started shooting fireballs at me. I dodged them, barely, until one hit me. I got blasted through the air and hit a tree trunk. I fell to the ground, and picked up my sword. Then, I remembered Tom's words. You have potential, Steve; all the other humans I've met have been rotten.
I nodded to myself and screamed at the Wither Boss. I ran through all of the fireballs, dodging them and jumping. Then, I jumped up, and swung at the Wither Boss. I split his face in half, and then attacked the other two. They fell limp, and the Wither Boss tumbled to the ground. I had won. Minecraftia was saved.
I looked back at Tom, who was lying in a bush. I walked up to him, and blessed him for a good time in heaven. I closed his dead eyes and walked away. I had won, yet died on the inside of myself. I slammed my sword on the ground and cried.
"I DON'T HAVE POTENTIAL! I AM JUST A NOOB!" I screamed.
"Dude, that was awesome!" A voice said. I turned around.
"Tom!"
"Yeah, I'm alive, and you did it!" He said. I helped himself onto his feet.
"C'mon, Tom, let's get home."
"Where?" He asked.
"To the village, where you belong. As an equal, and most importantly, as a friend."
The End – I hoped you enjoyed