Chapter 1
Wincart Woke up to see his older brother Failboat standing inches away from his face, His blonde hair in his blue eyes yet again.
Wincar groaned and rolled over, it was today that he was going to pick his scythe, the emblem that would signify him as the ruler of minecraft.
It was also the day that signified the start of another two years of treacerous gloating and pranks until he got his.
Today he was turning 15, and Father was going to take him to the Scythe Altar, there he would perform a series of trials to determine what three elements of magic he would train for throughtout the rest of his life.
There were eight elements some better, some more common, but it all decides upon your personalitly, and goal in life, your wishes, your inner thoughts.
The elements are Time, Space, Earth, Water, Livestock, Growth, Alchemy, and the rarest, yet most drastic, Fire.
Noone had gotten fire in centuries, but that didnt mean it wasnt possible, So each generation tried keeping sure nothing went wrong.
All this buzz about Failboats Scythe was making Wincarts head hurt, so he went to go see his Father, So he went to the library, he looked behing the desk, scoured the bookshelves, but he couldnt find the red hoodie. Giving up, he picked a few potion Spell books, and went to the Alchemy Battlement. Practicing each spell carefully, he crafted the gem. He looked outside, The scarlet red sunset brought warm light through the window.
Wincart Sighed, if he were older, he could get his scythe too, and he would be as important in fathers eyes too.
If only...
He realized he had fallen asleep, and Failboat was standing outside the door, smiling.
Fatherwas standing next to him with his hand on his shoulder, with a streak of pride in his pale grey eyes.
Wincart realized, he would never make father feel the way Fail could...ever.