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by Billy Miner

  “Waaaaah!” Stefan cries.

  He swims to the other side of the river, looking back occasionally to see if the crocodiles are gaining on him. One of the immense reptiles, the closest one, dives under. Stefan knows what this means. These predators often dive under before they emerge out of the water speedily and attack their prey. Unless something happens, he is lost. Struggling against the current, Stefan moves forward, still hoping for a miracle.

  “Quickly! Give me your hand,” Quanah shouts from the river shore.

  After swimming to her, Stefan reaches for her hand and grabs onto it.

  Just in time…

  The huge crocodile shoots forward as a monster ready to devour and snaps its jaw, trying to bite off Stefan’s leg.

  But it missed.

  Stefan got away just in time.

  Still in panic, Stefan begs the three guards and the beautiful girl to get away from the river as fast as possible. Obediently, they show him the way and run off into the jungle. Stefan keeps running. He still doesn’t feel safe. A few minutes later, however, reality sinks in. The threat is gone. Being scared is useless now. It’s okay.

  Quanah gives him a hug.

  “I would be so miserable if you would have died in there. I’m so glad you’re alive,” she says.

  Chapter 6: Peace

  “Did you get the purple pearl?” one of the guards asks.

  “I certainly did,” Stefan says with a huge grin on his face.

  He reaches in his pocket and takes out the pearl. Quanah and three warriors watch in awe as the sparkling object is right in front of them. After a short celebration, they return to the village and present the purple pearl to the chief.

  “Well done, young man,” chief Ayawamat says. “We will donate this precious pearl to the other village. Hopefully they will accept our token and call a truce.”

  No sooner said than done, the chief is accompanied by twelve warriors, his wife, his daughter Quanah, and Stefan the archeologist. As they approach the other town, they get surrounded by guards of the other village. More than 30 hostile villagers are now holding their spears and clubs up, pointing them at them and demanding the nature of their visit.

  The men from the other village look like a dangerous people. Their skins are painted black and they wear skulls on their heads, animal skins on their backs, and loin cloths covering their hip area. All of them are barefooted, and they have a rough, ferocious look in their faces.

  Ayawamat assures them of their good intentions and leads the way to the head of the hostile village.

  “What is it you want? We have no need for your visit here, traitor,” the head of the hostile village says, whose name is Karaka.

  “We come in peace. Please accept our gift,” chief Ayawamat says.

  He commands his guard to pull the pearl out of the bag.

  After the pearl is pulled out, Karaka stands up. The bear skin on his back and the huge skull hat on his head become more intimidating than when he was sitting down. He looks displeased to say the least, perhaps almost angry.

  “See? I knew you had it! You had it all along! And now you want to give it back to me? What is the meaning of all this?”

  “Take it easy, chief,” Stefan says as he stands in front of him.

  He can hardly believe he is doing this. Karaka’s threatening appearance was enough to give Stefan nightmares, but when he spoke, it was as if ghosts were flying through his soul; that’s how intense it felt.

  “Please, let me explain,” Stefan says again.

  “Who is this white man?” Karaka asks. “And who gave him permission to speak up? Know your place, white man.”

  “My name is Stefan,” Stefan says. “And if you will please hear us out, I can explain the reason for this misunderstanding.”

  “Your language skills are impressive, Stefan,” Karaka says. “Speak.”

  Stefan tells the chief of his encounter with the crocodiles, the booby traps, and the discovery of the temple secret. Karaka is listening intently, slowly warming up to the plausibility of Stefan’s story. Finally, he sits down and says, “Fine. I accept the gift. Our villages are at peace now. You have shown your faithfulness. Now depart.”

  Chapter 7: The Way Home

  The villagers from Quanah’s village return home. When they get back, chief Ayawamat wants to see Stefan.

  “So, Stefan,” he says after both arriving in his house. “You have proven your worthiness as a brave, noble warrior. Your discovery has allowed our villages to be at peace. I am curious. Have you made your choice? After all, you came here to find a valuable stone or pearl, but now you lost it. Do you want our men to guide you home?”

  “Actually,” Stefan says while winking at Quanah in the corner. “I think I found something more beautiful and precious than a pearl. And I feel at home already.”

  Quanah walks to Stefan and embraces him and holds him tightly.

  “Does this mean you accept my daughter’s hand in marriage?” Ayawamat asks.

  “It does. I would love to marry your daughter.”

  “And does my daughter accept you?”

  “Dear,” the chief’s wife says, interrupting him. “Look at them. Do you really have to ask?”

  A week later, the two lovebirds get married. They build their own pile house and live peacefully in the village. Quanah still knows she found an amazing husband who will show her the world and love her forever, and Stefan has a wife more beautiful and sweet than he could have ever imagined when he lived at home.

  About once per year, they visit Stefan’s hometown, as well as other interesting places Stefan suggests, to look for more hidden gems and rocks. The rest of the time, they spend their lives in harmony with the jungle that seemed so threatening at first to Stefan, but has now become his favorite place in the world.

  THE END

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  Minecraft Journal

  A Secret Minecraft Journal

  By Billy Miner

  Copyright @2015

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  Contents:

  Introduction

  Entry 1: My Finch

  Entry 2: The Mountain Top

  Entry 3: The Factory

  Entry 4: The Meadows

  Entry 5: The River

  Entry 6: The Church Tower

  Entry 7: The Neighbor’s House

  Entry 8: My Finch Again

  Introduction

  Freddy lives in Craft Town. He is crazy about his little blue bird, a finch. He has a lot of fun with his pet, but when the sneaky fowl escapes from his home, he is in a pickle. He was already going into the wrong direction with his life, but now it had become more serious.

  At first, Freddy is distraught. He wonders if he will ever see his favorite animal again. But when the mourning is over, he decides to take matters into his own hands and look for the finch.

  Follow the funny and unusual diary of a Minecraft guy who would give anything to get his pet bird back, someone who seems to search the entire village but isn’t successful until he realizes he needs to think more deeply about life.

  Entry 1: My Finch

  It was a warm summer afternoon. And even though the weather was excellent and sunny, my state of mind was worse than it should have been. Maybe I was not to blame, and maybe I was. But whatever the reason, I was in a bad mood… a very bad mood.

  I hated life; I hated my family; I hated kids and smiles and laughter; I hated the sun in my face… so annoying. Nothing was going the way I wanted. I guess I was just the victim of bad luck and an unfortunate fate that had befallen me. Why did everything have to be so difficult? It was like nobody was interested in me. No one liked me or cared about me. Or did they? I wasn’t sure, but I wasn’t going to give it a try and find out.

  It had been months since I had left my room. The food in my fridge and food storage was running out, but I was hesitant to leave my comfort zone.

  Some people had visited me and told me I was suffering from Seasonal Affective Disorder, whatever that was. It’s some kind of depression you get in the winter because of a lack of light or something, but it wasn’t even winter. So it didn’t make any sense.

  Well, if they were going to judge me, then they could just take a hike. It didn’t matter to me what they thought of me, with their weird diagnoses and the psychological box they were putting me in. I was fine where I was at, and that was the end of it.

  You might think I had nothing to live for. Well, that’s not entirely true. Despite my depressive state, I was always enlightened by the happy chirps of my blue bird, the finch. I was crazy about that bird.

  I called him Frits. I am sure he was a male. He could do tricks, like fly in a loop, hop from one stick to another one, or chirp when he wanted some food. It was easy to train him that way, and I thought everything was under control.

  But then, one day he just disappeared. I don’t know what happened, but I saw the little door in the cage wide open, as if he had picked the lock and flew out the window. The window was open too, obviously, but I am certain I wasn’t the one who left it open.

  I stood there, wondering what to do next to get my favorite bird back. Would it help to call him?

  “Friiiiits!” I yelled while putting my face outside the window.

  “Friiits!”

  Nothing.

  No chirp, no fluttering.

  Absolutely nothing.

  I fell backwards in a lazy chair and felt miserable. Why did this happen to me? It just wasn’t fair. My life was a mess already and now I lost the only creature that seemed to care about me. It just flew away, leaving me to myself. There I was, completely alone, feeling sorry for myself.

  Suddenly I heard a chirp. I tilted my head and looked outside. There he was! It was Frits!

  “You’ve come back!” I said excitedly. “Come in. I won’t hurt you. I’ll feed you and we can play again.”

  But instead of flying towards me, Frits flew away.

  “Hey!” I shouted, and before I knew it, I jumped out of the window. Oh, the sun was so bright and it was shining in my eyes. I covered my face with my arm to block the sunlight.

  I saw him again. He was flying towards an area I had never been to.

  Entry 2: The Mountain Top

  Frits the finch was flying towards the mountains. Higher and higher he went, stopping every so often as if he was beckoning me to follow.

  I climbed more than I ever had. This was a nice little area actually. I had never been up here. Well, of course not, considering that it took so much energy to hike up there.

  “Where are you taking me, Frits?” I asked, since I understood he was doing this deliberately.

  A chirp was the response, after which he flew higher again.

  “I… I can’t keep up, Frits,” I said, panting heavily.

  Frits had no mercy. He kept going. He was expecting me to walk as fast as he was flying, and I was determined to catch him. He was my best buddy. I didn’t want to let him go. Are you kidding me? That was my bird!

  After a while, we finally reached the edge of the mountain.

  “Wow!” I said as I looked at the impressive view from the top I was standing at.

  In front of me, the village stretched as far as the eye could see. The valley was vast and extended even beyond my hometown. I loved the sight of the peach trees and strawberry bushes in front of me, covering the orchards next to the road leading to the city hall. It was a beautiful view, and I couldn’t get enough of it.

  It made me think. I had locked myself in my room for so long that I forgot to broaden my perspective. I had been experiencing so much self-pity that I had forgotten there was a whole town around me, with hundreds of people, all with their own problems and stories and adventures.

  Above the valley was a distant silhouette of other mountains, with snow-peaked tops and a rocky surface on each side. I was imagining what was beyond those borders and I closed my eyes to see the image of the immense space of the rough nature areas I could explore.

  I felt relieved. I was happy I got out here. It was breathtaking to just sit at the convenient giant rock in front of the view and stare at the little houses, trying to imagine what it would be like to live in this or that home. I saw farmers, miners, wagons, and cattle going about their business and living peacefully amongst each other. It really was good for me to get some fresh air and watch the horizon from the top, not the bottom.

  Perhaps this was just what I needed to get out of my shell and see what was out there.

  Anyway, I sat there for a while, until I saw Frits again. He descended quickly, after which I followed him.

  Running downhill was a lot easier than struggling to fetch the finch uphill, but I had the feeling that Frits was flying faster too, sensing that it was easier for me to catch up.

  Entry 3: The Factory

  I didn’t know if this bird of mine was aimlessly flying in random circles or if there was a purpose to its direction, but either way, I wasn’t going to lose him.

  At the bottom of the hill, the finch flew westward. Where was he going now? He flew through the trees, over signs, and never deviated much from his direction. It was unbelievable, as if he was trying to tell me something.

  I had to rest, I just had to. It was farther than my legs could carry me. I was exhausted. This blue animal was giving me a workout. I closed my eyes, caught my breath, and looked up.

  There he was again, as if he were waiting for me.

  I went in his direction, and he flew off… farther and farther, just beyond the town borders.

  I arrived at a field in front of a factory and noticed Frits flew inside. It was a steel factory, with vapors of smoke emerging from the chimneys, shouting men ordering employees, and wagons full of heavy materials going in and out.

  “Come back, Frits!” I shouted.

  Some of the men looked at me for a second or two, but went back to work. I took the side door, making sure I went wherever my beloved bird went.

  “Excuse me,” I sai
d as I bumped into a guy with a helmet.

  I climbed up the stairs to the coordination room and got a great view of the factory. The busy men blew my mind. They worked like horses. Their bodies were in excellent shape and the results were remarkable. The steel they produced was well-polished; their organizational structure was perfect; and the workers were disciplined and knowledgeable, being completely aware of what they were doing.

  This too made me think. When was the last time I had a job again? It must have been months, maybe years. No, not years, but I thought it had been about a year since I tried to do something useful or productive with my time. Since the accident, I had been moping around, wasting my life on endless thoughts about my unfortunate circumstances. These men were great. They provided for themselves or their families, made society stronger, boosted the economy, and served others. Their paycheck was the least they should get for their labor.

  I knew I had talents and time. And at that moment, when I saw all those production processes, I decided to look for work again. If I wouldn’t be able to find anything, I could make an attempt to create something beautiful and sell something myself, like having my own business. Either way, I wasn’t proud of myself, but I firmly believed I could change.

  I saw one man hauling big block of steel and handing it to another coworker. Another man was looking at drawings of steel shapes and discussing it with another manager. One of the workers in the factory looked at me and asked me what I was doing here.

  “I’m just looking for my bird. It’s a blue finch. Have you seen it?”

  “I saw a bird fly into the building not too long ago. Check the ceilings,” he said.