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THE MYTH



There is a story passed down in Minecraftia; a legend that every child grows up knowing. It is said to have happened centuries ago, thousands and thousands of years after the creation of the universe by the two gods, Notch and Herobrine.

There were two heroes. Brave heroes. Determined heroes. Just heroes. Their names were Steve and Alex, and they were chosen for their skill and courage to become the saviors of Minecraftia. They embarked on a long and treacherous journey to Herobrine's palace in the coldest regions of the world. It was there that they fought the god of darkness and chaos, Herobrine.

When it seemed like the two would fall, when it seemed as if all hope was lost, their prayers were answered. Notch, god of light and order, descended from the sky and cast a spell on the Evil One. Herobrine was cursed into a deep sleep.

It is said that when humans stray from the light, he will awaken.

NOW



Alex and Steve's descendants have led normal lives in comparison the other people of the land of Minecraftia. They are a variety of ages and hold a variety of occupations, none exactly like their ancestors or each other.

The illusion of peace is shattered when a hooded figure seeks them out. Claiming that the myth is wrong, and that Notch is the true Evil One, the descendants are faced with decisions. Will you believe in Notch, or in the strange hooded figure that never shows his eyes? Will you be willing to fight for what you believe in?

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The Hooded Figure



He raised the glass bottle, only to realize the only water remaining inside was a pitiful droplet. A sigh escaped him. Not being one to waste resources, he held it up until the droplet fell onto his parched lips.

Though he was unfamiliar with the region, the maps he had consulted and the information he had gathered before his departure told him he would soon be arriving at his first destination of several.

The empty bottle had become a nuisance. There was no point in carrying it, and it would distract the girl he was going to talk with. Though the easiest way to be rid of it would be to throw it far off the path, he wasn't one for polluting. Besides, the bottle could later be filled with potions brewed by the witches or the glass itself could be used as glass for replacement windows.

He took the pack off and opened one of its pouches. Before gently placing the bottle down, he rearranged the cloth inside. Within seconds the pack was on his shoulders once more.

The woods quickly turned into entertainment complexes. In the very center of it all was the building that he seeked; the B-Ware Empire of Entertainment tower. It was one of the largest and stood high above the rest, constructed out of wood and bricks.

He used his free hand to pull his large hood farther down as he opened the magnificent doors to the establishment.

He found himself confronted by a masked man. They were about the same height, something he was grateful for. The person, who assumed to be a receptionist, seemed to be lacking respect for him. He could see it in the man's green eyes. His height was his only leverage at the moment.

After all, why would he want to respect a strange man whose attire and facial features were obscured by an old cloak?

“I wish to see Kysaline Margarita B. Ware,” he simply said.

The lack of respect quickly turned into disbelief.

“I wish to see Kysaline Margarita B. Ware,” he repeated, this time more forcefully. It was the same tone he used while issuing orders. A powerful, commanding one. In response, the man finally gestured for him to follow.

They stopped in front of a miniature train. Though it appeared to be somewhat childish, it was still a magnificent piece of technology that he was in awe of.

The ride was a surprisingly short one. It passed even faster with him muttering the explanation over and over again, a final preparation before the story he had to tell was put to the test for the first time.

He exited the train and grabbed his pack from behind him. Slipping it back onto his shoulders, he turned to find himself in front of a foreboding door. There was a simple plaque in the center of it. The plaque was dark oak, and the golden lettering spelled out, “K.B. Ware.”

He raised a calloused hand and knocked on door.

After a minute, it was opened by a girl. He quickly put two and two together and realized she was the one he had been seeking.

“Hello,” he began. “I know this is going to sound crazy, and I won't be surprised if you kick me out to the curb after I tell you this.” Instead of focusing on the confusion in her light brown eyes, he focused on what he had practiced to his reflection multiple times. “I've seeked you out because you're Steve's descendant.” With a deep breath, he launched into the explanation. “You've been told your entire life that Herobrine is the villain. He's not. Notch is the true Evil One. You've been deceived into believing something that's not true. I've come here because I'm asking for your help. Only Steve and Alex's descendants would be able to defeat him, or simply show the world the truth about Notch.”

He gave an awkward smile underneath the hood. “Like I said, I know how crazy this sounds. You probably think I belong in an insane asylum, or something along those lines. But I beg you to think about what I just said.” Almost instinctively, he pulled his hood down farther to prevent her from seeing the face cloaked by the shadows of the cowls. “I know this is confusing, but please, ask me whatever questions you have.”
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Brinley Stewart

I'm standing on the wooden plank walls of my village, though we don't need them. The small village of Pig is safe from all mobs, as none ever venture here. It makes no sense, however, seeing as we're in the middle of the grassland. Yes, the village is actually called "Pig".

The sun is setting. White stars are twinkling in the sky, laying on top of a bright pink sky, which signals the end of my shift. I climb down the ladder.

"'Night, Brinley!" My coworker, John shouts.

"Goodnight!" I meander through the streets of the village. Children are being called in by their mothers after a long day outdoors, and farmers are putting away their shovels and the like after this hot summer day. And now, the village is quiet.

There are only a few shops, I note as I walk through the town square. One of them being a bakery, the other a lumber shop, and the final one, a stone shop. I walk into the stone shop. I take in the warm lighting, the simple but attractively rustic interior, and feel like I'm home.

"Brinley!" My father greets, enveloping me in a sweaty hug. I know it's sweaty because my father has been by the hot forges, as he's a blacksmith. "Anyone attack today?"

He always asks that. "Nope," I respond cheerily.

"Is that Brinley?" My mother's voice calls, muffled by the wooden walls.

"Yes!" Dad shouts back.

My mother bustles into the room, and gives me a big bear-hug. "Are you hungry?" Before I can even respond, she continues. "I'll get you something to eat."

I smile. It's good to be home.
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Kysaline – Project 1:


Bossing-out a hoodlum in style



Sitting in the dark room, Kysaline closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting her slight anxiety disappear as she slowly inhaled a calming breath of fresh air.

“Lights on.” Kysaline ordered. A second later, lights bulbs on the ceiling illuminated the entire place, revealing it to be a gigantic warehouse filled to the brim with various junk materials. Kysalyn was staring at it from a control room protected by a large glass. She was wearing a peculiar outfit consisting of a spiky yellow dress with equally spiky-looking wings behind her arms, and black outlines decorating the shiny outfit.

“CeQint!” Kysaline called through a microphone. “Show me the state of our prototype Junk Jungle.”

Almost immediately, another light revealed a new section of the warehouse: it was another giant room filled with more junk material, but its disposition resembled that of a metallic jungle, with lampposts posing as peculiar trees, or other metallic items and electric wires posing as bushes or tall grass.

“CeDos! Boot up the prototype Mob: Magnet.”

A single being made its appearance in the metallic jungle. It was a round piece of metal with a screw head for an eye and two magnets on each of it sides, posing as some sort of wings the creature used to hover around, aimlessly wandering around the field.

“CePrim? Attack it.” following Kysaline's order, a masked individual wearing a large black mantle appeared in the metallic jungle, a wooden sword in hand. He ran straight for the Magnet and hit it several times, causing the poor creature to hover away in fear, at a significantly higher speed than during its peaceful wandering a few seconds before the sudden attack.

“CeDos! Now boot up the prototype Mob: Spakrat. CePrim, don't forget to attack it once it reaches your position.”

The masked man flashed a thumbs up towards the control screen, to which Kysaline replied by an approving nod. She silently watched as a new creature appeared in the Junk Jungle: an oval-shaped mouse with a lightning rod for a tail. It was tranquilly rolling on the ground, minding its own business, when CePrim appeared behind it and beat its back with his wooden sword. The Spakrat's reaction was immediate: an electric bolt covered its tail and the entire body was illuminated. Then, three equally illuminated bodies appeared on the creatures' sides, and all four of them fled in different directions, rolling away from CePrim as fast as they could.

“That should be enough.” Kysaline exclaimed. “Good work, everyone. CePrim, prepare the train. CeDos, double-check all of our prototypes and give me a full report by this evening. CeQint, fetch me my dungarees.” with that said, Kysaline plugged in a golden-beak shaped USB key and, seconds later, unplugged it, having saved the data she had just finished experimenting upon.


******



Sitting in the miniature train that took her to the top of her tower, Kysaline couldn't help but wonder what was the next step of her project. She already had five different Mobs to choose from and of which she could create alterations to diversify her bestiary. She even had a rarer and stronger mob for those willing to look for him, and a much stronger one, legendary ruler of the artificial land she had created for him. Though Kysaline was far from ready, it was a good first step towards the completion of her Gadget World.

“CePrim.” Kysaline called, glancing at the train driver. “Have all the customers gone already?”

CePrim turned his masked head towards hers. “Yes, Heiress! CeTris and CeSis are dealing with the last ones, which means that you'll have the tower for yourself this evening. Shall I prepare your bed for your afternoon nap?”

Bows and beaks, CePrim!” Kysaline exclaimed angrily. “You're my staff, not my servant! And I'm not five anymore, I can take care of my own room. Speaking of which, just in case, if anyone wants to see me, send them directly to my personal floor.”

“Are you expecting someone?”

“Not really, no.” was Kysaline's vague answer. “But I did here rumors about things moving in Minecraftia, I believe it was related to a myth? I wouldn't be surprised if some strange hooligans would like to... incorporate us in the change, is all. It wouldn't be the first time.”

“And what if… it was a trap, this time?”

“Please, CePrim. No assassins have attacked this place since we changed the security system. Labyrinth of floors, remember? Besides, we both know that the Inventory Censors inside the tower would immediately detect any weapons someone would bring inside, and if that's the case, you and the others can easily deal with the threat. Though if by any chance, the perpetrator runs away or bests all of you, I doubt that he or she can make it to the top without you driving the train.” a gloomy smile followed Kysaline's declaration. “Nor do I believe that any individual would have any chance against me, Kysaline B.Ware, while fighting in this very place. It would be foolish to fight a bird of prey in her own turf.”

“Alright, fine.” CePrim finally said. “Maybe I'm just being paranoid.”

The train finally reached its destination, and a revolving door opened itself just as Kysaline jumped out of the train, smiling at her bodyguard. “Though currently meaningless, your concerns are appreciated, CePrim.” with that, Kysaline majestically pushed the ominous, titan-sized wooden door with her golden initials on it and ran to the bed, grabbing her beloved spiky-feathered yellow bird doll and shoving it in her arms with utmost care.

“Home sweet home, Beasnare!” Kysaline exclaimed, childishly rubbing her nose against the motionless creature's long and sharp beak. 'Come on, Smiley Birdie, let's enjoy the view and take a biiiiiig nap!” joining words with actions, Kysaline walked towards her balcony and stepped outside, feeling much more comfy in her trademark dungarees instead of the costume back at her experimental warehouse.

“Pretty nice view, right?” Kysaline whispered to her little friend, contemplating her Empire with a mix of pride and nostalgia. “Don't worry. One day, our own little project will stand among these. And when it does… Nobody will underestimate us anymore. Our parents will finally, finally realize that I'm as good as they wanted me to be. Just… A bit different, is all.” From the top of her tower, Kysaline could see the Dome, Dragon and Plant entertainment facilities on her right, and the Temple; Castle and Casino entertainment facilities on her left, all of them circling around the ancestral Tower she was standing on, first monument created by Kysaline's family, soon to be followed by another, each generation. It was finally Kysaline's turn to prove herself, and despite her young age, she was already throwing herself body and soul into the task to make sure that her own work of art would be complete. With the resources of Minecraftia, she knew she could make something equally as unique and incredible as the rest of her family.

“It wouldn't be fun if it wasn't hard anyway...” Kysaline repeated to herself, caressing the head of the doll resting in her arms. “Come, Beasnare. Time for us to enjoy a well-deserved–”

A quick knock resounded against Kysaline's door as she approached her bed. It was followed by two others, thus certainly marking the arrival of an unexpected guest, and informing her already of his or her terrible, terrible timing.

“...Nap.” Kysaline finished, delicately putting her doll back on her bed. Just in case, she grabbed the crossbow and sword sitting on the chair placed against her wall, placing the former on her back and the latter in a holster next to her left leg. Then finally, she opened the door and crossed her arms, unsurprised to see a hooded figure ready to annoy her with stories about changes and arms to take against evil.

“I know this is confusing,” the hooded figure concluded after several minutes of monologuing, “but please, ask me whatever questions you have.”

That's all Kysaline needed to hear.

“Make yourself comfortable in the next room and be as quiet as you can.” Kysaline ordered moving past the hooded figure. “I'll make us some tea, as I fear that this is going to take a while.”

“But… That's not a question...” the hooded figure protested weakly.

The answer was immediate: Kysaline stepped forward, and the next second, a metallic hiss announced the swift apparition of a single-edged iron blade in Kysaline's hand, with its tip stopping only centimeters away from the hooded figure's head.

“That's because I don't do requests.” Kysaline replied, a serious expression on her face despise the prideful satisfaction animating her movements. She swiftly sheathed the blade back in its scabbard and pointed an accusing finger at the hooded figure. “You'd probably find the name Hoodlum insulting, so I'll call you Lumm instead. Listen well, Lumm. You are in my home. And if you're seeking my help, then you shall go through my rules first. Respect them as well as you can, and maybe I shall allow myself to listen to your stories. But for now, if you'll excuse me, I have a schedule to rewrite.” with that, Kysaline snapped her fingers and let two of her masked caretakers escort Lumm in the next room, and this time he didn't protest.


******



“Here you go.” Kysaline said, putting a plate and a teacup on a table right next to the chair Lumm was shyly sitting on. “Vanilla-flavored, I hope you enjoy it. Two sugar squares should be enough. The spoon is right there.”

“Thank you.” the hooded figure said, taking the spoon with a gloved hand. “Aren't you going to sit down?”

“I think better when I'm standing.” Kysaline answered, walking around the brown and white square-tiled room with her teacup and spoon. “So. Allow me to summarize. You said that I had been told my entire life that Herobrine was the villain, then you moved on to say that in fact, Notch was the Evil One. You went on to say how I was so deviously deceived and how you were asking for my help in showing the world the truthfulness of your words or even, if possible, defeating Notch. And of course, since you are perfectly aware that your words would sound doubtful to anyone who heard them, you then concluded by allowing me to ask you any question I may have.”

“Yes.” Lumm approved. “That is indeed what I said, and what I meant. I have proofs to back up my words, of course, but I can't show them to everyone. Especially one who, like you, could take all of my belongings and misuse them for their own personal gain. No offense.”

“None taken, your worries are perfectly understandable, and assuming that what you say is true, more than justified. At any rate, I sense that neither of us are unreasonable, which is why you are certainly going to understand the points I am about to enlighten you with with my following questions.” Kysaline slowly sipped a bit of her tea and glanced at her guest.

“Lumm.” Kysaline began. “Where are you exactly? This is not a trick question, so please answer simply.”

“The Empire of Entertainment ruled by your family. The B.Ware family.” Lumm replied.

“Good. Though I am this place's Heiress, I am not its ruler. Would you care to tell me who the ruler of this Empire actually is?”

“Vicilia and Byroost B.Ware. Your parents.”

“Correct. What do you know of my parents, Lumm?”

“To be honest, not much. I only know what they're supposed to be: eccentric explorers and builders who spend their time and money building facilities for people to enjoy – some of them more dangerous than others – and exploring around the world to inspire their next constructions. As long as we pay the necessary entry fees, their islands and facilities are free to anyone who wishes to visit them.”

“You're well-informed. Now then. A trickier one. Why did I call you Lumm?”

It took several seconds for Lumm to think about his answer. “I don't know.” he finally said. “I don't know you enough to tell.”

“An expected answer. Thank you for being honest with me, Lumm. I shall now be honest with you.” with an engaging smile, Kysaline drank the rest of her tea and calmly placed the teacup on a counter behind her.

“I am insane.” Kysaline revealed in a joyful tone. “Every single member of my family is bathed in insanity to a limited degree, and though I can be civilized enough to hide it, hang around with me long enough and you'll realize that a lot of my actions, no matter how dangerous they are, are only done because I feel like it. Because my warped vision of reality, who has entertainment as a sole functioning basis and as a final goal, wants me to do it. I care about succeeding in that goal more than life, more than death, more than anything else in the world.
"Which is why I am already working on a facility of my own, a way for me to prove to my family that even alone, I can make something as awesome as they can, all for the sake of entertainment. Dying from the task won't be a problem as long as my sense of fun is fulfilled.” Kysaline slowly walked towards Lumm and stared at his hooded face. “So let me ask you, Lumm. What makes you think that my parents even told me about Herobrine and Notch if they only care about entertainment? What makes you think that I will give a single hoot about who's evil, who's not, and who's to save? What makes you think that I care about the ultimate fate of this world, since I can always find another one to entertain? I have no sides, Lumm, except my own. So join it. Or leave.” In conclusion, Kysaline snapped her fingers and sat down on a chair facing Lumm's, just in time to witness one of her masked caretakers give her her beloved bird doll, which she lovingly hugged as she waited for Lumm's reaction to her speech. The hooded figure let out a sigh and scratched the back of his head, clearly annoyed by such an unforeseen turn of events.

“Alright.” Lumm conceded. “You don't care. But I still want your help.”

“I told you before, Lumm.” Kysaline said. “You're not unreasonable, and as you can see, I'm still listening to you. I am merely waiting for you to find the right words that will make me care a bit more about your cause.”

“...Goal.” Lumm whispered. “Goal. Goal and entertainment.”

“Continue.” Kysaline encouraged.

“Alright.” Lumm said, more to himself than to Kysaline. “Since you don't care about my affair, how about this. Soon, I will hold the same conversation with other people, and some of them will join my cause. However, they will need training, weapons, materials to complete their tasks. And you...”

“...Said that I was working on a facility of my own, yes.” Kysaline completed. “Which still requires testing, I might add.”

“Then it's settled!” Lumm exclaimed, raising up from his chair. “When my group is formed, I will come back here, and since you need people to test your facility, they can practice their various skills with you until you're satisfied with whatever you have to build.”

“As a result, I will be satisfied because I'll be entertaining my first ever batch of customers, and you will be training future soldiers of your cause to become builders, fighters, or anything that requires the use of my artificial materials and mobs for them to develop their skills.” Kysaline also rose up, a bright smile on the face. "Congratulations, Lumm. More than an ally, you just found yourself a base of operation in which you will be able to train your future army with never before-seen weapons and materials, which should come in handy against whatever forces of evil you are needed to fight against. It has been a pleasure making this business with you. My associates shall now direct you back to the exit. Goodbye! I'm running late on my schedule.”

“I can never thank you enough!”

“Only thank me if you bring me suitable test subjects for my experiences, and able to pay the entry fees. Contact me again when they're all gathered. Now go, before I change my mind!”

Lumm, who hadn't even touched his tea, immediately walked towards the door, thanked Kysaline one last time and was accompanied by two of Kysaline's masked caretakers towards the train that would lead him back to the bottom of the tower, where Kysaline could imagine without trouble the dances of joy the hooded man would begin the very second his feet would be off her property.

“So, how did it go, Heiress?” a voice called from the doorstep.

“Come in, CePrim, it went wonderfully. Father was right, it's amazing how partial honesty can manipulate people about as easily as convincing lies.”

“What do you mean, Heiress?”

“I mean that I got what I wanted out of my dear Lumm, CePrim, and that I don't mind making a fair deal as long as I can accomplish my goals. Though I do believe that Lumm may be disappointed by a little detail he may have forgotten about.”

“Oh? Aaaaand what would that be?”

Kysaline giggled to herself as she lovingly caressed her little doll's head. “As we know, I have no sides, except my own. Which means that Gadget World will be open to anyone.”
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Iron Greywood


“So your having problems with the same light?” I said as I lifted a small tool bag into the run-down home. Most of its windows were bricked up or broken. It had moss and cracks all throughout its oak wood walls. The owner, Mr. Johnson, followed me with his troubled eyes.

“Yes, it’s the same light. It sparks a bit when we flip the lever, but no light.” He led me to it, even though I knew my way to it. He had hired me to fix this light many times.

“You didn’t mess with it again, right?” I asked. He looked away. I sighed. I climbed up a ladder and used my shears to pry off a ceiling tile. Sliding into the ceiling, I noticed a sparking redstone circuit above the light. I crawled closer and inspected it.

“You blew out the Block Update Switch. You tried to fix it, didn’t you? Everything I told you not to do, you did,” I shouted down to him. I pulled away a trail of redstone dust and looked closer. The damage was pretty bad.

This is worse than I thought. Probably a couple hundred Gold Nuggets to fix. That’s too much for a family living in the outskirts of Mineplex to afford. I’ll have to do it myself.

“I can fix it,” At least I hope I can with the money I have, “I’ll need to head into the city to get supplies. Be back in an hour.” I grabbed my cash pouch and dashed out the door. I hadn’t had an excuse to go into the city in awhile. I leaped onto my motorcycle and sped away into the city, my business’s logo flapping behind me on a banner.



I drove down Survival Game Street, the biggest road in the city. I tossed my business cards to random civilians walking by. After all, what better place to advertise your electrical company than in Mineplex?

I took a left onto Super Smash Mobs Lane and parked in front of a small stand. Most of the road had stands selling items like food and semi-valuable ores like iron. This stand had a red, carpet-like roof draped over it. All around the stand, redstone gadgets were lined up with small tags listing prices on them. A woman with a large diamond pickaxe in a case on her back like a backpack manned the stand. She had long, messy, red hair with goggles slipped over like a head band
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“Oh, if it isn’t Iron?” She questioned, tilting her head. “I haven’t seen you here in awhile.”

“Yes, I try to avoid you. Come on, Elicia, you know I don’t use Iron. Its Greywood. G. R. E. Y. W. O. O. D.”

“So you haven’t outgrown your smart mouth. Whadda ya need?”

I paused, looking around. “I’ll need a sticky piston and two comparators. How much?”

Elicia put her finger to her chin, thinking. She looked at the items I asked for. “Normally they’d cost 1,000 Gold Nuggets, but I think I can give ‘em to ya for about 800.”

I peeked in my wallet. 407 Gold Nuggets. [i]Damn it[/ i]. “Uhh, well, you see, I kinda don’t have enough…” I said ,“Can you please spare me them for like 400? No reason, just curious.”

She laughed. “Sorry, but these are expensive items. You ran outta money, didn’t you?”

I looked away. Another laugh from Elicia. “I know where you can make some money.”

I snapped back to reality. “Where?!”

“B-Ware Empire of Entertainment. The B-Ware Casino.”

“B-Ware Island?! That’s two days away!” I shouted, alarmed. “I have a customer!”

“Relax. I’ll tell ‘em where ya been,” She said calmly.

“Fine.” And so I started my journey for the B-Ware Empire of Entertainment Casino.
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A redstone lamp blinked on above Joseph's bed, the same rude awakening he got every morning. He had hooked it up to a daylight sensor outside their house - it was a simple matter of inverting the signal so it turned on when daylight came.

Beside him, his wife, Flora, turned over and groaned. He bent over and gave her a small kiss.

"Dawn already?" she mumbled.

"Mhm," he said. "This quadchunk is farther than normal."

"Be safe," she said. "Watch out for creepers."

"You know it," he rumbled, poking her in the side playfully. She squirmed and swatted his hand away.

Joseph packed his things in a knapsack -- Finality, as he secretly called his pickaxe, half a stack of bread, and his stone shovel and axe. He kept his Sharpness 4 iron sword slung around his waist, and his bow slung over his back, half a stack of arrows at the ready. He patted Shadow, his dog, and briefly looked in on Clarice and Amy.

He caught a minecart to the nearest Nether station, keeping an eye out for mobs on the way. It was early enough that they probably hadn't despawned, and although regulations said that every block in the city must be above light level 7 at all times, everyone knew that mistakes happened. Fighting mobs was just a part of life. One that he was getting less and less good at.

A long Nether journey later, far past the main hub and into the auxillary tunnels, Joseph arrived at the quadchunk he would be strip mining today. He'd never gone out this far in his youth, but that was progress for you - more and more of the outer lands were claimed every day.

Joseph went through the Nether portal and emerged into a mesa. Good for gold - this could be a profitable trip. And there he was - Mr. Julius, his employer. Insufferable man. Demanding 80% of the ores - that was well above average, and the man knew it. Knew he could get away with it.

"Ah, you're on time," said Mr. Julius, though he didn't look any happier about it. "We'll start with Y-11 today, though you have permission to go above or below should you find any caves, with any chest loot going straight to me. Unless, of course, you would prefer to have professional cavers do it...?"

"I'm not ailing," Joseph said gruffly. "And my sword works fine, thank you very much."

"I see. Well, I won't take up any more of your time. Good day." The man went back through the Nether portal. Joseph lingered there a moment, stroking his beard, then shook himself and, with a grumble, started to dig a staircase down.
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Lazuli Ghastbane



I woke up to the sun streaming in through the windows in my doors. Hopefully by now all the mobs had died or been killed- I didn’t much fancy getting injured on my way to the fields. I took an iron sword with me- just in case. Besides- it was cow slaughter day. I quickly re-did my ponytail, donned my boots, and walked out the door.

A spider jumped on me as soon as I entered the chicken coop, I was suddenly very happy that I’d brought the sword with me. It took but a few moments to hack it to pieces and harvest it’s string. My mother used to take care of mobs for me, but she became bored with the monotony of farm life and wandered off into the woods. I haven’t seen her in a long long time. I could handle myself, but I had to admit that I sometimes missed her.

After feeding my animals, and slaughtering a few cows, I began to work in my fields. Sweat beaded on my brow as I harvested grain, pumpkins, sugar, carrots, and other foods. Everything fell into a repetitive lull. Today was just like all other days- nothing out of the ordinary- always the same set of sights, always the same set of chores.

I finished in the field slightly quicker than usual. I closed the gate to the fence surrounding it, and walked back into my cobblestone cabin. My two dogs- Scarlet and Bluebell- Waited for me inside. It was a simple place- cobblestone walls, oak floor, roof, and doors. There were doors on all four sides of the cabin, each leading to a different enclosure of animals- except the front door, which overlooked a river. Two of the corners held beds, trunks and bookcases were spattered throughout the room. There was one corner that appeared empty but for a trapdoor that lead to my basement. I opened it and slowly descended the ladder. I kept my supplies down here for the most part- along with a furnace and a crafting table. I quickly emptied my inventory into a chest to bake later this evening- collecting already cooked supplies to take to market in Andestine.

Andestine was a town so small that it didn’t even have walls around it. Just as well- I didn’t like being asked why I was going in or out anyway. It was a mining town- a small brick tower covered the entrance to the mines. Other than that- there was a small house for visitors, a cabin where the miners slept, a blacksmith, a very small library, and my food stand. Mineplex was about two days ride from here- with few places to rest in between. I rarely went- I could easily live off my farm.

I quickly mounted Starchaser- my prized stallion, he was black with white spots- and rode into town. Terrain always passed quickly when I was on horseback, and when I was riding I never felt afraid of mobs or people. I felt like I could go on forever with the wind in my hair and not a care in the world.

...And then I had to remember that life existed. Bother.

A quick ride later I tethered Starchaser to my food stand- doubtless the miners would be hungry by now. As if on cue, a miner walked up. There were only five men in this village but I didn’t care enough to learn any of their names. They knew me- and they knew that I overcharged if they were rude. Unfortunately- anyone who joined them didn’t seem to know that.

Today, someone’s cousins were here. I didn’t care why- I just knew that there was now a four-person family staying in the town. This family consisted of a very young girl, a young man about my age, and their parents. From what I’d observed, the young girl was obedient, and charming. Her brother on the other hand seemed to be arrogant and idiotic. It was- you might say- the talk of the town.

I unloaded some of my merchandise into a trunk at the back of my stand. Starchaser whinnied softly, munching on some grass outside. I smiled at him- my loyal steed. The arrogant young man walked up to my stand- coal to barter with in hand. I usually traded for either coal or iron- not much else was needed. I decided to be sociable.

“Hello sir, how can I help you?” I pasted on a fake smile.

“Give me a pie.” He ordered.

“Sure thing.” I turned around and started getting one out of the trunk.

“You’re taking too long.” He barged into my stand and tried to open the trunk.

In one fluid motion I climbed on top of the trunk to keep him from opening it, and threw the pie I’d just retrieved. It landed in his face with a satisfying squelch.

“That’ll be a block of coal.” I stated coolly.

This was going to be fun.
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The meeting had ended far differently than he had hoped, and it was with a heavy heart that he set out from B. Ware Entertainment Empire. He had hoped she would believe his story. She had a vast number of resources at her disposal, and he would have been a fool to not realize that. Though he still had gained them as a result of their discussion, he hadn't gained the creator of them. Her intelligence would have been useful.

A sigh escaped his lips.

He would have to hope that Iron Greywood would believe him. The redstone engineer would be the last out of all the descendants that he would talk to; since he operated out of Mineplex, The Hooded Figure knew that would be the most logical place to stop last. After all, why should Iron have to come on such a long journey if there was no need for him to?

He drew his mind's attention back to the present. Before he set out on his journey, he had decided to talk with Lazuli Ghastbane next; a farmer and baker who lived near the small town of Andestine. Eva had once passed through the town. When he asked her about it, she said it wasn't anything worth seeing.

Not that she knew why he was asking in the first place.

* * * * *


Andestine was surprisingly close to B. Ware Entertainment Empire, and he had covered the distance between the two in only half of a day. He consulted with various occupants of the town to learn what Lazuli looked like. Though they were initially suspicious of the hooded and gloved man, they quickly warmed up to him after he chatted with them about the new family that had just moved in.

He eventually tracked her down to the town's sole library.

It was surprisingly large for such a small town. He checked multiple aisles in order to find her, silently in awe of the bookshelves towering over him. The library smelled musty; the smell of old books.

She was reading the spines of the books in one of the last couple of aisles. He cleared his throat to get her attention. Her gaze remained focused on the books before her. He did so once again, and it was this time that she turned to look at The Hooded Figure.

“Hello,” he said cheerfully, giving her a casual wave. He made sure to keep his voice low. After all, they were in a library. “I need to talk to you about something, Miss Ghastbane.” Since he wasn't offering his name, he felt as if the formal approach with her name was the best way to address her. “Preferably in a place where no one can overhear us.”

Her stormy blue eyes regarded him with confusion, curiosity, and suspicion.

“All that I'm armed with is my iron sword,” he assured her, moving his cloak to back his claims. He returned the cloak to its original position once he was sure she had seen it. “When we talk, I promise I'll remove it from my side and place it in your line of vision.”

Now he had to wait for her response, and he was reluctant to admit to himself that fact terrified him. What if she shot him down before he even had a chance to explain? Or what if she didn't want to help him, like Kysaline had? The fears toying with his mind grew stronger as every second passed.
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I sighed. "If you'd wanted to attack me, you already could have. There'll be no need to disarm. Also, if you've traveled this far I doubt it's just to say hi to an absolute stranger. Pull up a seat- this'll probably take a while." I didn't- however- put down my book; conversational manners weren't really my thing.

He launched into this prepared speech about how Herobrine was the real hero and Notch was the villain. I was only half paying attention- Hey! The book was very interesting. When he asked if I had any questions I closed the book, marking it with my fingertip.

"I do have one question- why should I care?" I paused. "I see nothing Notch or Herobrine has done to me- and I don't see how this information affects me in any way. So a religious war could break out- good luck with that. As it is- I see no reason to care either way. I'll let you know if Notch's army burns down my farm- now if you'll excuse me."

I re-shelved the book, leaving a piece of paper in it to mark my place, before riding back home. The sun began to set as I stabled Starchaser, and I made a mad dash for my door. I luckily made it inside before the sun set all the way. I sighed- making my way down to the basement to bake my supplies before I went to sleep.

The furnace heated up the entire house even from it's place in the basement. I wiped a few drops of sweat off my brow, shoving more steaks into the furnace. I began to think about the strange hooded man- why was I so essential? Yes I was distantly related to some old adventurer, but that didn't really mean anything about me. For all he knew I couldn't kill a skeleton if you gave me a diamond sword enchanted with Fire aspect. Why did he believe that only descendants of the heroes could relay the 'truth'?

I quickly became frustrated with my answerless questions. I decided to let the furnace work while I slept. I climbed my ladder, took off my boots and settled into bed. Bluebell curled up under my arm, and Scarlet at my feet. Between the two of them I had very little room on my bed.

"You're too big to be as pampered as you are." I mumbled, drifting off to sleep.
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The Hooded Figure



He promptly departed from the library and bought a room for the night at the town's only inn. It was a room that served his basic needs, its main piece of furniture being the old bed that took up the majority of the space. It was barely comfortable, but it would have to do.

As darkness crept upon him while he lay in bed, so did doubts. He doubted his ability to convince people that he was telling the truth. He doubted he would be able to convince anyone at all and be forced to return empty-handed after days of journeying. And, most of all, he doubted that the descendants of Steve and Alex could do anything in the battle against Notch.

He was grateful when his consciousness drifted off into the realms of sleep.

* * * * *


He set out at the crack of dawn. The Hooded Figure had always been an early riser, a trait about himself that now proved to be useful during his journeying. The next leg of his journey was going to be a difficult; besides having to cross through a large swamp, the destination itself was a dangerous one.

Elora Torydark, a descendant of Alex, lived in a camp for Notch's army. That in itself was going to make things harder than with the other descendants. But then there was her history to take into account: everyone knew she was the girl who (at a remarkably young age) had lead an attack on the Resistance. While her comrades had died, she had survived.

One might call it poor planning and place all of the guilt onto her. But if once her age and the power of the Resistance were taken into account, he had realized she would be a good ally. After all, she had managed to survive while others had not.

He had to hope she had been misled her entire life. If she only followed Notch because she had believed he was the good one out of the two gods, he might have a chance to change her mind and side.

* * * * *


He arrived at the camp in late afternoon that same day. The guards were naturally suspicious of him. After agreeing to leave his iron sword in their custody (he assured them it was for protection against hostile mobs and nothing else), along with his pack, they allowed him to enter the camp.

And then began to interrogate him about why he was at the camp and why he was hiding his face and hands.

Luckily, he had come up with a suitable cover story.

“I have a rare skin condition.” To make it seem more believable, he added, “My family got into some trouble with a group of witches. My mother was cursed by them when she was pregnant with me.”

The answer seemed to satisfy them. “What is your reason for being here?” the taller of the soldiers asked.

“I'm a student in Mineplex,” he further explained. “I was doing a research project on the descendants of Steve and Alex, and what their connections to Notch in the present day are. After looking through the family trees in Mineplex's record hall, I saw that Elora Torydark was a descendant. And everyone knows about her.” Underneath his hood, he smiled at them. “She's the brave soldier who led a group against the Resistance. So I thought she would be the perfect person to interview.”

“And your name is?” the other guard asked; she was shorter than the man beside her.

Crap. With all of his planning for this situation, he had failed to come up with one of the most important parts: a name. He used the first one that came to him.

“Lumm,” he lied through gritted teeth. “Lumm Stephens.”

* * * * *


A soldier, called over by the guards, brought him to the part of the camp that Elora Torydark was in. She was in the middle of practicing with her bow when they arrived. The soldier, a young man of about twenty, quickly briefed her on the situation before departing so he could return to his duties. Alex's descendant led him to an unused tent and the two sat down at the table in the structure.

“Hello, Miss Torydark,” he began, pulse racing. Would this time end like the last two? He knew that, with her, he would have to take a different approach. Bluntly telling her the truth would be suicidal if someone happened to overhear their conversation or if she decided he was a threat to the military. “I'd like to ask you some questions.”

He withdrew a small book and a quill from his rather large pockets. The questions, at first, were simple ones. Where she was born. Her age. What made her join the army at such a young age. Why she was chosen to lead the attack on the Resistance. All were the type of questions usually asked during interviews. It did its job; she seemed to become more relaxed. She still remained alert, as she served in the army. But she became less wary of the hooded and cloaked man before her.

“One last question, Miss Torydark.” She nodded in understanding and approval. “This is just a thought game. A 'what if', if you may.” He took a barely noticeable deep breath to boost his confidence. “What if you were informed that history was wrong, and that Notch is actually the Evil One? Would you still remain in the army, or would you forsake him?” To deflect the suspicions that were most likely beginning to form, he quickly added, “I'm asking this because I'm interested in testing your connection to Notch for the sake of my research.”
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I arrived on the island and instantly shot away from my ferry. The casino was one of the first buildings, so I got there fast. I walked in. The lobby alone was impressive, a reminder of the company’s riches. Its ceiling was hundreds of feet off the ground, in a steep slope. The shape of the room resembled a star. Blinking garlands of lights hung just about everywhere.
I walked to the man running the front desk. His nametag read “Mr. George.” “Umm, hi. I’d like to, uh, enter?”
“How much ya paying?”
“Whatever the entrance fee is.”
“10 Gold Nuggets,” he replied matter-o-factly.
I paid him the money and walked to the doors of the casino. Instantly I was met by extravagant, bright lights. The building was twice as large as the lobby, with dividers splitting it. In each sector was a different theme- bars, gambling games, slots, etc.
I walked around a bit, looking for a way to win money fast. The gambling caught my eye. I sat myself around a table with four burly men wearing axes on their backs. “Deal me up,” I said, placing the same amount of money they had on the table. 300 Gold Nuggets. They stared at me before laughing. “Ok, kid. Good luck,” said one of them, followed by more laughs. He gave me five cards. I smiled.
“This kid actually thinks he’s got a shot.” They laughed. I drew a card.
Luck is actually on my side for once. I laid my cards down. “Five aces. Royal flush.”
The color drained from their faces. They looked at the cards, then back at me. “Looks like this kid actually does have a shot,” I said, smirking.
One of them got up and swung his fist at me. I tilted my head to the side, dodging the blow. Angry, he drew his axe and swung at me, breaking the table as I sidestepped out of the way. People all around the casino had dropped what they were doing and watched. I drew the sword I always carried- a redstone blade which shocked the enemy when it cut them.
He jumped at me, axe held over his head. He brought it down on me from above. I lifted my sword effortlessly and blocked. He pushed harder, and I couldn’t keep his axe away. I jumped out of the way. It destroyed the floor.
I lunged at him and thrust my sword at his gut. He brought down his axe and knocked my sword to the ground. With all my might, I lifted the blade up, cutting a small wound in his stomach. He had a quick spasm and fell to the ground, completely immobile.
“Guess the shock was too strong for him. Sorry,” I said, not sorry at all, “He’ll be fine in a couple hours. Then again, maybe he won’t. This day is full of surprises.”
The other three men got up, drawing their axes. They slashed at me. I pushed backwards on the heels of my feet. All their attacks missed, and I hopped on one of their axes as it was stuck in the floor. The wielder looked at me and panicked. I laughed and jabbed him in the face with the handle to my sword. He fell backwards.
Another man ran at me, screaming. I turned to him and pushed the palm of my hand into his stomach, ducking below his axe. He rolled onto the ground, clutching where I injured him.
The last man jumped forward, furious at me for injuring his friends. I spun my body out of the way of his attack. I kicked the back of his leg, causing him to lose his balance. I stabbed his arm with my sword. He was shocked pretty bad and passed out.
I looked around at the men lying on the ground around me. I wiped a speck of blood off my face and laughed. “Fools. I’ve been banned from most fighting tournaments. Do you know why? Because I’m too strong for them. I always won. Always. You just challenged the Redstone Champion, as they called me.”
I took the money I won off the shattered table. Even the guards hesitated before challenging me. I glared at them and they stopped talking. They went to “get reinforcements.”
I looked at the blood on my hands. Memories of arenas filled my head. I used to fight for money so I could continue my business. It was illegal, but I hadn’t cared. I used that money to help people with redstone. Eventually, I became so popular that I was asked to fight, rather than applied. I never lost. No one even came close. I had been banned by the arena committees because I was accused of cheating, much to the audience’s disapproval. I had almost went bankrupt when Elicia helped me get back on my feet. The plan was to move past my arena fighting days, but this fight reminded me of the fun of winning.





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Elora Torydark

Who wears a hood anymore? I found myself thinking as the man questioned me. Skin disease my butt something is definitely up here. What class would this even be for? History maybe? Oh never mind it doesn't matter I doubt he is a student anyway.
"Well..." The hooded figure prodded "what would you do?"
I hesitated thinking deeply about this. Taking the interview seriously for the first time. After a minute I began to speak again choosing my words very carefully.
"The reason I am in the military is because I want to protect people. That is my goal I don't care about whether my ancestors decision was fair or just. It has kept us living peacefully for the most part. If Notch was evil I would be curious but not much beyond that unless people were put in danger. If you can prove that Notch is a danger to us now then I will help you."
The hooded figure seemed perplexed and shifted uneasily.
"I never said anything about you helping me."
"You didn't have to speak. You came here to ask me some questions because I am related to Alex then you refused to lower your hood. I know you aren't a mineplex student and you just asked a very suspicious question. Don't worry I won't kill you or anything at least not until you finish."
Lumm sat there stiff as a board.
"Alright..." He continued slowly,
"I do have a bit of evidence that may interest you. People are unable to protest even if it is peaceful in Mineplex. Most protesters are arrested for treason as you know. However I have learned that instead of being imprisoned for life they are killed. It is a bad sign when people cannot voice their opinions about their own government." He explained cautiously.

Ha I knew he wasn't a Mineplex student! Then I considered what he said for a moment and let the horror sink in.
If he was being truthful everyone in Mineplex was a slave of Notch because they didn't have a voice. They followed him blindly.
Just like those soldiers I led into battle.
I thought sadly.
I knew I had to at least consider that this guy was serious in his claims. I brushed the hair from my eyes and rubbed my temples for a moment. This is a lot of information to process.
"Okay let me get one thing straight I do not want to overthrow Notch. However your accusations against him are very serious and require me to investigate your claims. So I will go with you." I said with a groan.
Lumm seemed very pleased with this.
I called over another soldier and told him to inform the general I had to leave for a few days on a solo mission to investigate a disturbance in Mineplex. I didn't deserve to be trusted with much responsibility around here anyway. The general wouldn't mind he would miss my perfect aim during target practice for the cadets but other than that I didn't have much to do. He still trusted me with responsibility for some reason. Training new recruits was all I allowed myself to do now. I just can't be the reason for so many deaths again. I don't think I could take it. Hopefully I will only have one hooded figure to protect on this mission.
I rose from my seat and packed up my bow. After grabbing my prepared backpack (just in case) I walked toward the exit Lumm in tow.
He picked up his iron sword that he had left outside and trudged over to where I stood leaning against a tree.
"So where to Lumm Stevens?"
"I'll prove that Notch needs to be overthrown. But before I can do that, I need to talk to other descendants of Steve and Alex, which will take some time." He said slowly.
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When Elora Torydark had agreed to have come with him, his first thought was that he must have misheard her. It wasn't just because of her position in Notch's army and her past; it was mainly because he had been rejected two times before.

But then realization had struck him. He had heard her right. She believed in his cause. His heart was soaring as they departed from the camp. He knew that if the other descendants saw Elora with him, they would be more likely to believe him. Though there was always the possibility that they would think both of them were insane, he was feeling rather optimistic at the moment.

Now that they were out of earshot of the camp, he informed her of their next destination. “We're heading to the nearby village of Pig. A guard of the village, Brinley Stewart, is a descendant of Steve.”

“Pig is a couple of hours away on foot,” Elora slowly said. She quickly glanced at the setting sun and then at The Hooded Figure. “It'll be the middle of the night by the time we get there!”

He pulled his hood down farther. “Have you ever visited Pig, Miss Torydark?” Calling her Elora out loud didn't feel right. He would feel more comfortable with that when he gave her his own name, which wouldn't be until they arrived at Mineplex.

“No.”

That was what he had thought. “I haven't either,” he admitted. "However, I've researched it. And according to my research, mobs strangely avoid it. So even if we arrive after nightfall, we should be alright.” Underneath his hood, he smiled at her. “If that's not the case, you're from the army, and I'm very skilled with my iron sword.”

* * * * *


As his research had stated, no mobs attacked them as they approached the small village. He was surprised to see a wooden wall encasing it. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out why it was needed. It couldn't be to protect the village from mobs, and because it was a small village, who would ever want to attack it?

The village's sole defender at the moment was a girl. She looked to be no more than fourteen, with short blond hair and piercing blue eyes. The weapon she held in her pale hands was an iron sword. He could easily make her out because of the torches illuminating the wall.

He cupped his hands around his mouth. “Hello!” he shouted up at her. She seemed startled by their sudden appearance and almost dropped her weapon. “Could you please direct us to the residence of Brinley Stewart? I need to ask her a few questions for a research project on the descendants of Steve and Alex.”

Surprise, confusion, and shock all flashed across her face in less than a minute. “I'm Brinley Stewart.”

“Oh,” he finally said. “I guess that makes things easy, then.”

* * * * *


She directed them to a ladder inside the walls. Once they climbed to the top of the wall, she asked, “Who are you two?”

A small moment of hesitation. What should he say? Elora expected him to say that his name was Lumm Stephens, but he didn't want to be known as that until they reached Mineplex. He realized he would have to ignore his pride. All that he needed was for Elora to not trust him because he hadn't corrected her on his name during their trek to the village. The distrust could lead to her returning to the army and alerting them to his mission; a risk he couldn't afford.

“My name is Lumm Stephens, and the woman next to me is Elora Torydark.” Brinley looked the two of them over while he continued, “I lied earlier when I said I needed to talk with you for a research project. I didn't know who you were, and I only wanted Brinley Stewart to hear the words I'm about to say.”

“Go on,” the guard said. He could easily make out the suspicion in her eyes.

And then he told her the same prepared speech he had told Kysaline Margarita B. Ware the day before.
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Brinley grew steadily more suspicious as she listened to the speech. She didn't see any reason to believe what the Hooded Figure was saying, yet there was something that told her that everything that he was saying was true. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "How about I get you something to eat." Was all she said, before she climbed down the ladder onto the ground.

She stood on the ground, waiting expectantly as the hooded figure and Elora traded a strange look. They climbed down the ladder, albeit a bit reluctantly.

"My house is only bit away." Brinley added once the couple was on the solid ground. "It's on the other side of the town, but it's still a short while away."

The hooded figure nodded. "And what of your answer?"

Brinley eyed him as if she were about to apologize for something. "I think I need just a bit more proof." They arrived at her cottage- a small but homey spot. She opened the door for them, and followed the two inside. "We don't have much, but we've got a hot meal." Brinley gave them each a bowl of mushroom soup.
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A warm meal did sound nice. The last time he had something other than bread to eat was four days before, when he had been in the comfort of the building he had called home for the past year. He hadn't bought anything at the inn in Andestine because money was tight. With wheat being the most plentiful crop of the finally fully functional underground farm, bread was the easiest and cheapest food to bring.

“You two have to be quiet,” Brinley informed them as she held out spoons. “My parents are asleep.”

A content smile began to appear; it smelled great as he grabbed the spoon. He was vaguely aware of her sitting down, and vaguely aware of Elora waiting for her to start eating before doing so herself.

He took a bite of the stew.

“This is delicious!” he exclaimed as he shoveled more into his mouth, though it was hard for the others to tell what exactly he was saying. Brinley put a finger to her lips. Swallowing, he repeated more quietly, “This is delicious!”

“Thank you,” the young village guard replied with a smile. Then the smile faded as she addressed the reason for Elora and his presence in the house. “Now, what's your evidence?”

He held the bowl up to his mouth and drank what remained, having already eaten the larger pieces of food. He put the bowl to the side and sat up. “As you know, Notch imprisons those who cause riots and protest against him for life under the crime of treason, even if the protest is nonviolent.”

“Which makes sense because he's ruling Minecraftia,” Elora interjected. “He needs to keep his power, and they disrupt the peace.”

The Hooded Figure nodded. It was a logical train of thought, and he wanted to avoid an argument with Elora. What he needed to do at the moment was convince Brinley. Underneath the table, he crossed his legs. “But isn't it at least a little suspicious that people can never visit the imprisoned?”

Brinley hesitated before nodding.

“My...” He had to chose his words carefully. “sources tell me that those imprisoned are killed soon after being captured. They are very reliable sources.” There was no doubting their reliability; his sources were himself. “The people of Minecraftia aren't allowed to voice their opinions, and the threat of death constantly hangs over your head if you do. Notch needs to be overthrown so Minecraftia can rule itself.”

“But why do you believe in Herobrine? And why do you need my help?” the guard asked.

He was quick to reply. “The winner writes history.” Upon seeing the look of confusion on her face, he elaborated, “We know from the legend that Herobrine and Notch probably had a brief battle. Notch wins. He decides how he is depicted in history, which is as the hero slaying the villain because he wants people to follow him. If Notch acts more like the villain in reality, a logical conclusion is that Herobrine was the good guy.”

He took a deep breath before continuing. He was in need of the air.

“Steve and Alex were heroes. Everyone knows that. It makes sense that their descendants would be able to fight against Notch because they all have their power locked away deep inside. Plus, people are more likely to rally behind them than normal Minecraftians.” He gestured to Elora. “Miss Torydark is a descendant of Alex. I, like you, am a descendant of Steve. If you come with me, you can fight for Herobrine, your ancestor, and the freedom of Minecraftia.”
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