The Minecraft Story: The Beginning: Chapter 12
The messenger traveled as fast as he could on horseback in the night. Monsters were all around him, but he continued his frantic pace. He had been ordered to deliver a letter from an archbishop to General Ausmin of the Miter Knights.
The night offered little light, all he had was his lantern. Several times, he'd almost run straight into the new monsters of the night. He'd also almost been shot by a couple skeletons, but so far, he was okay. His relief was palpable as he saw the giant silhouetted walls of Fort Deepslate.
The Deepslate Garrison Knights were engaged with an attacking horde. The messenger sounded off his horn to alert the Garrison Knights of his arrival. Unfortunately, this also alerted the nearby horde. Several monsters began to converge on the messenger's position. He weaved through the horde, dodging incoming spiders and zombies alike. As he rode, he heard creepers exploding behind him. The Garrison archers shot and killed many monsters around him and bought him just enough time to get through the outer gates.
The gates shut with a mighty CLANK, and banging could be heard from the other side. The messenger looked back at the gate, amazed that he actually made it inside. His relief soon turned to resentment for the archbishop who'd sent him on this dangerous mission. However, he knew this was important information that needed to reach the strongest knight legion in the Holy Notch Army.
The messenger began to travel further inside the fort, towards the Citadel. He could still hear the shouting of the Garrison Knights as they tried to kill as many monsters from atop the wall as they could. He soon entered through the second gate where the knight legions were staying. He looked over to his side. It was dark and most of the knights were asleep. It was noticeably quieter in this wall compared to the first, with the clomping footsteps of his horse being the only source of noise. In the dark, he noticed what looked like a giant grave.
Strange. He thought. They don't typically bury soldiers in this fort.
The messenger soon entered the third gate where the Citadel lay. He hitched his horse on a nearby post and entered the Citadel. The entrance was large and grande. Paintings of war heroes, military leaders, and religious figures hang on the walls. Much of the interior was lined with gold and diamonds. Several Garrison guards stood at attention along the walls. He wondered if these soldiers ever even saw battle with how large this fort was. There was a grand staircase that led up the second floor where the War Room was.
As he reached the second floor, he heard what sounded like praying above him on the third floor. The third and final floor contained a giant church where only the most powerful religious leaders and richest of nobles could enter. Pope Zekiel himself had given several sermons in the Citadel Church. But that's not what the messenger was here for. He knocked on the doors of the War Room and was soon let inside by two Garrison guardsmen.
The messenger stood at attention and spoke with assertiveness in his voice, "I am here on the behalf of Archbishop Polis Ovtine. I have an urgent letter for General Horace Ausmin of the Miter Knight Legion."
General Ausmin slowly stood up from his chair and approached the messenger. He took the letter and dismissed the young messenger out of the room. As he read the letter, rage began to fill him. Soon, he would mobilize his knights for an attack.
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The light blinded Notch as he took his first steps onto the green grass. The Sun shined a powerful morning yellow. It was so warm and pleasant. It was something Notch hadn't experienced in the last 1,213 years.
The entrance to Notch's underground temple had been caked in dirt and stone. It took many laborious hours to dig himself out, but he had finally done it. He was back in the world he'd left behind a millennia ago.
Now that he was finally out, he had to find his brother, Herobrine. He wasn't sure where to start, so he walked forward. He was sure he'd find something eventually.