Chapter 1 Phillip Gungars (Steve POV)
I was walking home from a day getting supplies, and finally reached the village. My inventory was bursting with supplies, and I handed them over to the merchant.
"Good job, Steve," the merchant patted me on the back. "You may one day become the new merchant and head miner, just like me."
I nodded in thanks and went back to my house, where I ate dinner with Tom and Papart. We listened to music and laughed at each other's jokes. It was a fun night. When it was time for them to go, I heard a knock at the door. I went to go open it and found a man. I had never seen him before, and had no idea where he came from.
"Ahh," the man breathed with joy. "You're just the three I've been looking for."
"And you are?" Tom asked.
"Phillip Gungars, but you can call me Phil," he held out his hand. I shook it, and so did Tom and Papart.
"So, Phil, what brings you here?" Papart asked. "And how the heck do you know who we are?"
"How do you think?" Phil laughed. "You're the heroes of Minecraftia!"
"Oh, yeah," Papart laughed at his own stupidity.
"I've come here wondering if you'd like to come on a wonderful adventure with me to the jungle," he explained. "I've found an awesome one and thought you might like to see it."
"How do we know that we can trust you?" I asked, still cautious.
"Just shut up and come with me!" Phil beckoned us with his hands.
We finally gave in and left our houses. He had all of the supplies, but still, I grabbed my armor and diamond sword just in case something fishy was going on here. He handed us 16 ender pearls each, and told us where to throw them. We traveled at a fast pace, but had to stop every so often to regenerate lost health from ender pearl throwing.
Finally, we came upon the jungle. Phil was right, the jungle was beautiful, and I'd never seen anything better. As we walked into it, we climbed up a ladder to the middle of the jungle, and walked along bridges built by Phil. We saw ocelots, squid, cows, chicken, and many different plant forms, along with towering trees.
Eventually, we made a descent to the ground, and nighttime was approaching. We had a camp ready for us, and got into our beds. As night dragged on, I fell asleep.
Snap! I woke up from rest as I heard a twig break. I silently clicked on my armor, and put my sword in my hand. As I slowly turned my head around, I saw that Phil's bed was empty.
I knew it! I thought. Phil was up to something! I saw him standing at the edge of our camp, almost as if he was watching for something. But for what? Our camp was well mob-proofed. I slowly got out of bed and tiptoed to him, until I got behind him. Then, I tackled him. He turned around, and I put my sword up to his throat.
"What're you up to, Gungars?" I snarled the question through gritted teeth. He struggled to get free, but my grip was too strong. Fear entered his face, and his eyes filled with worry. He gasped a breath.
"Idiot!" He growled. "Let me go!"
"Why should I?" I shot back. "After all, you got up in the middle of the night without us knowing."
"I'm trying to protect you," Phil answered. "There is a group of people after me, but I thought I had lost them. Then, they came back, so I got you guys in case they got a hold of me. I thought I saw them out in the woods when I woke up, so I got out of bed to investigate. Turns out I was just hallucinating, though. So go back to bed, and I will too."
"Oh, sorry," I apologized. I shuffled back to bed, embarrassed. I pulled the covers over my head, and fell back asleep.
Steve, something's wrong! My conscience woke me. I looked around. Dawn was just about to break, and the camp was still. Then, I looked at the beds. Mine was the only one with a person in it.
I instantly freaked out. Where did they go? I leaped out of bed and had my sword at the ready. Then, an arrow landed at my feet. I looked up to the trees. I saw a person standing there, who I didn't recognize. I went to the vines and climbed up to the second layer of leaves. There, I reached the person, who had a diamond sword at the ready.
"Where are they?" I asked, screaming in his face.
"How about you make me tell you," he taunted back.
I charged at him, and swung. My sword clashed with his, and we launched backwards. I regained my balance and jumped on his back, slapping the hilt of the sword onto his head. He twisted around under me, and screamed for me to let go.
I did, and he opened his mouth to speak, "They've been taken to the survival games. They must've forgotten you, so I came back to get you."
"I'm not going to any survival games," I spat in his face.
"Yes, you are," he retorted. Instantly, armed soldiers filed in through the leaves, and splashed me with slowness and blindness potions. I had my hands shoved behind my back, everything in my inventory taken away, and I felt myself being teleported. When the effects wore off, I was in a room. There were 24 other people, 23 in one section, and Phillip Gungars at a podium.
"Welcome to the survival games," he smiled. "This is a fight to the death. I have built an arena for you to battle in. There are chests around the arena filled with supplies to help you, and a group of chests at the middle with more valuable materials. Teams are allowed, and so are betrayals, so choose your allies wisely. Let's go!"
Instantly, we were teleported into the arena, where we were kept on a pad, one for each contestant. I saw Papart and Tom, and there were other mobs and villagers as our enemies. Finally, we were released, and everyone rushed for the center.