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by Billy Miner

  I thought for a while. If I would brew that potion, I wouldn’t just help Myranda and make sure she would stop harassing me, but I would also have the opportunity to take it home and show my parents I made one of the most desired, hardest to create… potions in the country, perhaps even in the world!

  “I’m in,” I said. “I will go and get the enderpearl for you.”

  “Oh no,” Myranda said. “I can’t ask you to do that.”

  “You’re not asking me. I am offering my services to you. I want this potion as much as you do.”

  “Why? You already look great. You don’t need it.”

  “Oh, I have my reasons. Trust me.”

  “Okay, just be careful out there. I am not coming along. I feel too old for adventures with dragons and rocky roads.”

  “It doesn’t matter. But I want you to do me a favor as well.”

  “Oh, anything,” she said. “If you are willing to get that pearl for me, just ask what you want.”

  “Could you take care of Zimbab? I’ve been a little mean to him, but I am sure you will find some yummy milk for him to drink.”

  “That’s all? Yes, of course.”

  “Thanks. I will see you later.”

  Those were my last words at the time. I walked outside, jumped on my broomstick and took off, flying though the sky, ready to face some real dangers.

  Entry 7: The Distant Land

  The Distant Lands were grim and empty. When I arrived there, I couldn’t believe a place like this existed. The chilling wind wasn’t enough to scare me. However, when I saw dead animal carcasses and flies buzzing around them, I started doubting if I made the correct decision to come here.

  Was beauty really worth all of this? Perhaps it was harder for me to understand anyway, since I had been beautiful all my life. I didn’t know any better than receiving compliments and attention from everyone daily.

  I flew and flew. It was a vast area of rocks and canyons, but no life. The occasional tree gave me hope, but when I noticed that even the bushes were as dry as the desert itself, it gave me the creeps. A black fog emerged from the distance, making the place look eerie and gloomy, taking away all my self-induced reassurances and made-up confidence I had been talking myself into having. What an awful place! No wonder Myranda was so reluctant to come here.

  I knew where the enderdragons were. It actually wasn’t that difficult to find them, since they were always spitting fire and smoke evaporated from the areas they lived in. So all I had to do, was follow the smoke. I gazed at the horizon while hovering above the ground on my broomstick. I guess I should have floated a bit higher, because at that moment, an ocelot jumped at me! I don’t know why I didn’t see it coming. Maybe because it was hiding between some blades of high grass before it attacked me. Either way, it jumped on my broomstick.

  I figured I had become kind of good at kicking and throwing cats anyway, so an ocelot was no different.

  “Get off, stupid ocelot!” I yelled, trying to spin my broomstick in a way it would let go.

  It didn’t let go, so I flew around. I went upside down, and made circles to the left and to the right. I spun in the air and shook back and forth.

  “Growowow!” the ocelot said.

  It held on for a while, but eventually, it had to let go. I was making too many quick maneuvers on my broomstick to lose him. When I went straight up and dashed down again, only to skim the surface and fly back up again, the ocelot couldn’t hold anymore and fell on the ground.

  THUD!

  Finally.

  Now I could continue on my journey. Better to stay high in the sky, unless there were dangerous birds that could attack me. Imagine that. Ughh…

  I put my hand above my eyes and scanned the terrain, looking for smoke. Aha! There it was. Evaporating smoke from behind the mountain range… that’s where I could find the enderdragons. I didn’t wait any longer and headed into that direction.

  When I arrived, I couldn’t believe my eyes.

  There was lava everywhere. Little lights in the sky and gravity-beating objects were floating above the volcanic rims as if nature didn’t have anything to say against it. It was breathtaking and perilous at the same time. Now I really wasn’t sure if I wanted to go on, but I did.

  I flew over one of the volcanoes and discovered an enderdragon. It was black and purple, but mostly black, which made it even harder to follow its movements as it flew away. Another chase, another pursue… I was going after it.

  I flew as fast as I could on my broomstick. The enderdragon flew up into the foggy clouds and back down to the surface. With every move, I copied its exact pattern. I still didn’t know where the pearls were though. I had been looking for them since I came here, but I didn’t see a dragon’s nest or a cave or anything. The only thing I could think of, was to keep observing the enderdragon.

  So I waited.

  Hiding behind a rock, I waited and waited.

  Suddenly, a large shadow fell over me. It startled me, and I turned around to see where it was coming from. It was another enderdragon!

  “Aaaah!” I screamed in fear, going up into the sky on my broomstick. The enderdragon chased after me and sped through the air. I zigzagged to get rid of him but ended up in a foggy cloud. It was gone.

  Pfew! That was close. Where did it go? Well, hopefully it wouldn’t come back. I think I made a smart move hiding in here.

  I waited for another 20 minutes or so before I had to guts to descend to those scary areas again. When I did, I finally saw it.

  There it was: A red enderpearl.

  But it wasn’t easy to get it. It was impossible, or so it seemed.

  Remember those floating pieces of burning objects I was talking about? That’s where the enderpearls were. I flew closer and took a keen look at one of them. The red enderpearl was exactly in the core of the burning fire. It didn’t make any sense to me how this could be, but there was nothing I could do about it.

  Now what?

  I couldn’t take the whole flaming blaze, could I?

  Or maybe I could reach inside it, grab the enderpearl, and pull it out. But then I would burn my hand! I wasn’t going to do that! That would be crazy!

  I flew to a few other ones to check if they were just as hard to get. Each and every one of those pearls had the same problem. They were all deep inside the core of a hot, burning object. I figured it was because that was the way they came to existence in the first place: They were naturally and slowly forged by the fire in those things. Interesting, but how was I going to get them out? It was driving me nuts. I flew from the one to the other, making sure there wasn’t an easier one to get a hold of.

  There wasn’t.

  Then I did something I have often wondered about later. I regularly asked myself in the following years if it was the best solution, or if it was plain stupidity, because looking back, I shiver when I think of the pain I went through at that moment.

  A quick thought entered my mind: If I would reach inside and grab it, I would burn my hand, but I could take it home, create the potion and heal my hand with it. The potion grants the ultimate beauty, so drinking it would heal my flawed hand immediately. I was doubtful, but taking courage, I decided there was no other way.

  I close my eyes, took a deep breath, and opened my eyes again.

  This was it.

  I was going to voluntarily burn my hand to help Myranda become beautiful.

  I couldn’t even imagine the agony I was about to face, but it was necessary and I was going to bite through it.

  I reached as quickly as I could and grabbed the red enderpearl with my left hand.

  “Ouch!” I screamed in pain, after which I dropped the pearl and started blowing on my hand. “Owowowow!” I continued, crying in the meantime.

  I don’t think I had ever felt that much pain before. It was awful. But I had succeeded. The enderpearl was out of the flaming object. It had fallen to the ground and was now cooling off, so I could put it in my pocket and go home.

/>   I waited a little while, occasionally testing the heat emanating from the red pearl. When I noticed it had become colder, I picked it up, took it with me and whooshed as fast as I could towards the deserted lands I had passed through.

  Oh, my hand hurt soooo much! But I knew that if I could reach the cottage, it would all soon be over.

  After an hour or so, I saw the forest. This was my rescue. Now we just had to create the potion.

  Entry 8: Beauty Begins

  When I came to Myranda’s cottage in the forest, I jumped off my broomstick and barged in.

  “Myranda!” I shouted. “Let’s get that potion going. Now!”

  Myranda was startled. She didn’t understand why I was in such a hurry. But then she saw my hand and put her hand in front of her mouth.

  “What happened?” she asked.

  “Only that your precious little pearl was in an excruciating burning flame,” I said while flapping my left hand up and down.

  “Okay, okay,” she said as she was stressing out. “Give me a few seconds. The recipe book. Over there. Okay. The ingredients. Where is the…”

  And that’s how it went on for some time. I walked back and forth, trying to forget the pain and assisting her when she needed me. I gave her the red enderpearl from my pocket and we added every little ingredient we had to, according to the instructions in the book. Finally, we put some sage and eggplant in and watched as the fluids in the cauldron turned into a red orangey color.

  “Well, this is it then, isn’t it?” Myranda asked. “This should be right. Let’s hope for the best. After you.”

  She took the big spoon, dipped it in and handed it to me. I didn’t wait another second and drank everything. Suddenly, I felt better. I got a tingling feeling in my hand and I saw it heal rapidly. Some other little imperfections in my appearance changed, but I mostly stayed the same.

  “Oh, that feels soooo good!” I said, being relieved that it was working.

  Myranda was smiling. She was hopeful. I had never seen her this delighted before. I gave her the spoon and she took a big sip herself. I watched as her countenance changed into that of a pretty young woman. She wiggled her fingers and toes and picked up a mirror.

  “Wow! Is that me?” she asked. She was happy as a clam. “I am gorgeous! This is amazing!”

  “I agree, look at you!” I said.

  She kept admiring herself in the mirror for a while. Then she turned to me and embraced me.

  “I am sorry for all the hard times I put you through,” she said. “I was just jealous, and I realize I was wrong. You went so far to help me out and you even got your hand burned to get the red pearl. Thank you for all you’ve done.”

  “Oh, it’s okay,” I said. “You’re welcome.”

  I was proud of myself. I was happy. I had actually helped someone feel better about herself. It was like a magic makeover. We were like best friends all of a sudden. We chatted a little before I went home, and I made sure I got some of the potion in a giant, glass bottle to take with me. She gave me back the book and I put Zimbab the cat on my broomstick. We flew to my cottage and I went to bed.

  The next day, I traveled to my parents. They had a big house. Zimbab was left at the cottage. He would just be a drag to take with me. I landed in front of their yard and walked to the door. I knocked and my mom opened up.

  “Welcome!” she said. “You look great!”

  Apparently, she hadn’t been expecting me, and she even noticed the slight changes

  We gave each other a hug and she let me in. My dad was standing in the hallway. He looked at me with a serious expression on his face. I looked back. It was a little awkward.

  “So what did you make?” he asked.

  “I made a beauty potion,” I said proudly.

  I pulled the bottle out of my bag and showed it to them. My mom had already become fairly old, and the wrinkles on her face were showing. So when I mentioned a “beauty potion,” she seemed very interested.

  “I’d like to try it,” she said.

  My dad looked intrigued too. I came closer and took a long, hard look at the potion, as if he could tell how effective it would be just by looking at it. My mom opened it up and drank a little sip.

  My father stepped back. “Whoa,” he said. “What is happening?”

  My mother’s wrinkles disappeared immediately; her whole appearance became more youthful and smooth. As she felt the rush from the effect of the fluids, a smile appeared on her face.

  “It feels great,” she said.

  “Wow, honey,” my dad admitted. “You are… I can’t even find the words for it.”

  “Pretty good, isn’t it?” I said.

  “Walata, my daughter. This is the most impressive thing you’ve ever made. I am proud of you.”

  “Thanks, dad.”

  “Now if you’ll excuse us, I think I want to give my wife a kiss or two.”

  “Uhm…”

  I didn’t know what to do, but before I knew it, they were kissing each other elaborately.

  “Okay, have fun. I am outta here,” I said as I rushed upstairs.

  It was a great day. My parents were proud of me. They were happy with each other, and EVEN my dad was proud of me.

  THE END

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  Minecraft Self Adventure

  Choose Your Own Minecraft Adventure

  By Billy Miner

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  Introduction

  This is not like an ordinary book. In this Minecraft self-adventure, you will face monsters and demons that could cost you your life. If you are courageous enough to start reading this adventure, then go ahead. Start at the first chapter, but just know that I warned you. It’s not going to be easy. You will have to make choices that affect your destiny. You decide the outcome.

  So this is how it works. Read the first chapter, make a choice, and then go to the number the choice leads to. That way, your adventure will continue and you will choose your own path. If you are reading the E-book version, you can simply click on the links of your choices. If you are reading a physical copy, just flip through the pages to get to the right number.

  Good luck!

  1

  You are a treasure hunter. You have heard of the valuable items hidden in the large pyramid here in the middle of the dese
rt. You are anxious to get your hands on it; as soon as you heard it mentioned, you acquired more details and went on a long journey to the empty sand lands to make it yours

  Now, you are thirsty and stuck with a heavy backpack. You’ve roamed the desert for more than a day, according to the guide’s awful directions, and you’ve just had it. Everywhere around you, you see sand… sand… sand… and more sand. Its vast, rolling hills are driving you nuts. You follow the direction of the sun, since your sense of North and South is at least somewhat above average.

  After another hour, you get to the top of another sand hill. You look forward and cannot believe your eyes. The pyramid is in sight!

  There it is! The pyramid the guide talked about, the one on your map, the one with the TREASURE in it! You shout for joy and continue walking towards it. Soon you’ll be rich.

  When you get closer, you notice that the entrance is a heavy door that can slide right open. And with “right open,” you discover, is meant an exhausting effort to move it inch by inch, only by using all your strength. You’re not sure if you want to go down that road. That takes a lot of energy. You scratch your head and decide.

  To open the door anyway, go to 23

  To walk around the pyramid and look for another door, go to 55

  2

  You go closer and take a look at your reflection. It looks odd, as if your reflection is being distorted or something. There is something not quite normal about this mirror. Having concluded that, what are you going to do next?

  Touch the mirror, go to 13.

  Do your hair, go to 39.

  Break the mirror into a thousand pieces, go to 59.

  3

  You try again. Maybe this time, your fat butt will actually move, so that you can still escape. You realize at that moment you shouldn’t have eaten all that kabob you got from the locals. You wiggle and wiggle, trying to move backwards.