by Billy Miner
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Contents:
Introduction
Secret 1: The Baker’s Daughter
Secret 2: The Lonely Knight
Secret 3: The Hidden Enderman
Secret 4: The Silver Swords
Secret 5: Elementary
Secret 6: Explosions
Secret 7: Raising the Dead
Introduction
This is a Minecraft story book, not a tricks guide to secrets in the game. This Minecraft story is about all the little secrets a small town was hiding. They were beneath the surface, and seeing how everybody in that town was related, it will all make sense in the end.
Read this fun, engaging compilation of short stories, accounts from several people living in Minerstown, who reveal the most secretive things they did, the most covered up, questionable dilemmas they faced, and the conclusion in the end.
Secret 1: The Baker’s Daughter
It all started with a girl named Clarissa. She was a brunette, and she was the baker’s daughter, his only daughter actually. She was 18 and had been helping her mom and dad in the bakery for years. She knew of no other life, so she accepted it the way it was.
But she liked adventure. Sometimes, she snuck out and nobody knew where, only to return early in the morning, just in time for the next baker’s session. She didn’t lack any sleep, or so it seemed, and those who had seen her out in the middle of the night, wondered how that could be. But no one asked, and her parents never found out.
That is… until, one day… somebody did.
He was up, and he followed her.
“Clarissa,” he said silently to himself.
He watched her as she put one foot out the window, then another, and looked around her, making sure all the villagers were asleep. Minerstown was out. They were sound asleep, and she knew it. She had no clue, however, that someone was watching her.
In her white dress, she walked through the snow and left the village. She crossed a few fields and went into the woods. There, she unbuttoned her hoody and let her dark hair flow in the wind. She took a little bag out of her pocket and began looking around, foraging for something… something it still needed… but what?
Aha! That could be it.
“Chanterelles,” she said out loud. “I know these will do the trick. Now just a few more items and it will be completed.”
She wandered through the woods, picking up little things on the ground, like branches, berries, and certain leafs. She put all of them in her tiny bag and placed the bag back in her dress. It was chilly in her dress, but because she walked and she had a thick coat over it, she was feeling okay. She looked in the distance. Hey, did she see something there? What was that? It appeared to be a shadow of some sort. Clarissa got a little scared.
“I-is anyone there?” she stammered.
Then she heard a loud screech, “Eeeeaaah!”
“Who is there?” she said out loud.
Now she was really scared. She didn’t like this at all. She liked adventure, and she loved what she was doing, but this was creeping her out. And although the nighttime was a time that she could keep her activities a secret, she committed right there and then to never go out at night again. Next time she would be foraging for mushrooms, she would try it during the daytime.
“I’m out of here,” she told herself and she ran homewards.
Back in the village, she panted and looked around her, slowly catching her breath. What could that screech have been? Oh well, it was gone now. Who knew what kinds of dangerous animals were lurking in the woods? It wasn’t safe anymore, she thought. At least she got what she needed, though. She walked home and snuck into her parents’ house through the same window.
She walked up the stairs and closed the door of her bedroom. Quickly, she gathered the necessary items, like the magic book, the beakers, and a few powdered substances. The chanterelles and leafs she had found in the forest were perfect for the potion. She stirred and mixed everything together. Then she drank it.
“Mmmmm…” she said before realizing she had to be quiet.
It invigorated her. It gave her new life. She felt a rush through her body that made her younger and allowed her to go without sleep for yet another night. This stuff was the best!
“Tomorrow again,” she thought. “Before you know it, I will live eternally.”
Secret 2: The Lonely Knight
He had always had a crush on her, the knight in shining armor… well, that is… if his armor would still be shining. He was only a few years older, but he had already been to the battlefields on the outskirts of the country, where courageous soldiers like himself had been fighting off hordes of enderdragons, creepers, skeletons, and ghasts.
Morolius had been a brave soldier, but after he got wounded, he had to retire at such a young age, the age of 21. His young life had been taken away by a single action.
It had all started with the invasion of a skeleton horde. Wither skeletons had started an offensive against the border troops. Thousands of skeletons were storming at the tents and camps the soldiers had set up. Since it all happened so quickly, the soldiers had little time to prepare for battle.
“Alaaarm!” Morolius yelled when it happened. “We are being attacked!”
“From where?” one soldier asked.
“From the west,” Morolius answered.
“Not true,” another soldier said. “They are coming from the north.”
“I see them coming from the south,” the general added.
Sadly enough, it was true. They were being surrounded. The wither skeletons were assaulting their camp from three different sides. Each skeleton ran with sword in hand and started slashing down tents and structures, stabbing soldiers, and setting posts and towers on fire. It was total chaos. Soldiers were running all over to make an attempt to protect their friends and comrades. But they didn’t stand a chance, and after considering the losses, the general had enough.
“Pull back! Now! Let’s get out of here,” the general yelled.
Morelius looked over, and because he unintentionally got distracted by his commanding officer, a skeleton came from behind and stabbed him between the ribs.
“Aaargh!” Morolius exclaimed.
He fell. His vision got blurry as the war cries and the sounds of clashing blades still echoed through his mind. He slowly lost his perception of reality and passed out. When he woke up, the wither skeletons were already gone. The army’s medics were laying him on a stretcher and took him to the doctor, who had his hands full treating other patients.
There he lay, Morolius the soldier who had fallen in battle, patiently awaiting his turn to be healed, which came after some long hours of inward suffering.
That was his story, the end of his service in the army. He was able to walk and basically do everything, but the doctors had told him he was dismissed. Now he had arrived at this village, where they had secured a home for him.
And he had nothing else to do besides watching this gorgeous baker’s daughter serve customers and sneak out at night. It was almost as if her beauty had put a spell on him, but she hadn’t. The only spells she was using were for herself.
He was too shy to talk to her. Being brave on the battlefield and being confident enough to approach a pretty young woman are two different things. And in his case, he was lacking one of those qualities. He kept hoping he would take courage someday and just introduce himself.
That evening, he saw her again.
“Oh my, she is so beautiful,” he told himself. “Even from afar, the moonlight reveals the splendor of her figure, and her sweet face reflects the bright light.”
He couldn’t get enough of watching her, but he knew he had to move in order to keep track of her. He didn’t just do it to see what she was up to. He knew better than being a dirty stalker of some kind; he also followed her because he was concerned. A girl that age shouldn’t go out in the middle of the night by herself. If something or someone would threaten
her, he could intervene and prevent her from being harmed.
With these thoughts, he watched her go into the forest, and he followed within a distance.
“What is she looking for?” he asked nobody in particular.
He didn’t know about her potions, but he was always curious enough to find out what she would be putting in her bag.
But then, he bumped into a shady creature. What was that? He saw it from a few feet away. Was it sleeping? Morolius pulled his sword. This thing better not go after Clarissa. He slowly walked closer and closer.
Then it woke up. It was an enderman. The enderman looked at him and screeched. Morolius took a stab at him, but his enemy was too quick and teleported away.
Clarissa… was she okay?
He ran towards her, but she was already gone. Where did she go? Then he looked to the fields, right outside the forest. There she was, running back to Minerstown. The poor girl probably got scared. Stupid enderman. Why did he have to show up there? Oh well, hopefully she was safe now.
Safe… but not with him.
Morolius put his sword back and walked home.
He was still hoping.
Maybe someday he could speak with her.
Secret 3: The Hidden Enderman
The enderman in the woods had a secret himself, a sad secret he had been carrying with him for years. His name was Robbie, and he had been searching for them for so long… the silver swords that would save his family and his entire colony.
The dark colony he belonged to, deep in the world called “the End,” was in desperate need for these swords. They were the only swords that could kill the creepers, or… that’s what they thought. They didn’t know there were other ways, but legend had it that those were the only weapons that were effective against those explosive, green monsters.
Creepers had been attacking the colony for weeks now, sporadically, so that it was hard to predict. Each creeper destroyed part of their gigantic cave, causing the walls to collapse and the enderwomen to panic. It was a disaster these endermen and –women had been coping with for all that time, and they had sent this particular enderman to look for the legendary weapons.
At this moment, Robbie was searching for it in Minerstown. He had been on a long journey, with wolves and dragons attacking him, well, one dragon actually, and the wolves were no threat at all.
This is what happened: He was simply walking through the woods, on his way to the village the other endermen had heard of, the one that supposedly had the silver swords. But when he looked up, an enderdragon was flying over his head.
“Maybe he can’t see me,” Robbie thought, reasonably assuming this because he was black and it was dark.
But the dragon had a strong nose, and even stronger senses, feeling the waves in the air, seeing through trees and sensing a small body heat difference in its direct environment. The enderman didn’t think of all this, so he ignored the dragon’s presence.
Suddenly…. WHOOOSH! The dragon flew lower, almost snatching the enderman off the ground.
The enderman was startled. He didn’t know what to do.
“I almost died,” he thought. “Now what?”
He thought of what to do next. Perhaps he could jump away at the right moment and have the enderdragon dash into a tree. That would do the trick, wouldn’t it?
He watched the dragon fly up again, ready to dive down and attack him once more. Robbie waited and waited. He just stood there, in front of a tree. The dragon flew at him. He flinched, he blinked, his muscles tightened.
Now!
He jumped away and evaded the dangerous dragon, which flew head first into the tree behind him.
“Yes!” Robbie exclaimed.
He proudly climbed on the enderdragon and jumped off. That was the scariest moment of his life, even scarier than the attacks by the creepers.
Later that day, a pack of wolves was attacking him, but they were easy to get rid of. All the enderman did, was scream and moan when they came too close. The wolves were pretty confident at first, but after such a brutal sound, they howled and yelped and ran away in fear. Not nearly as impressive as the dragon, that was for certain.
Back to the village. Robbie had been searching all day but had found nothing. He had already visited the blacksmith and any person he thought would have those silver swords. He tried his luck, but the opposite happened: People were chasing him away.
“Get out of here, enderman! We don’t want you here,” had been the common expression wherever he went.
Robbie was sad. He was disappointed, but he was sure that the silver swords were in this village somewhere, so he didn’t give up. He would hide in the woods during the day, so that he could search the village during the night.
But that one night was different. It wasn’t even that dark yet, at least in his mind. He was used to a pitch black environment, so he waited a little longer, until the moon would hide its shiny face. He was about to wake up from a long nap when some knight with a sword (not a silver one) disturbed him.
Robbie got scared and yelled at him, but he wouldn’t go away. So he decided to teleport to a different place. It was that simple.
Would he ever find those silver swords?
Secret 4: The Silver Swords
Rumor had it that the silver swords were forged by an entire army that lived in the same area where Minerstown was built. According to those spreading the rumor, it occurred more than two hundred years ago, but it was still significant enough to talk about.
Back in the day, the farmers were hungry. Their harvest turned out badly that year and they needed something else to rely on. So some of them searched for new land and traveled abroad. One farmer, after a long journey, had stumbled upon a creeper colony and ran homewards, as fast as his legs could carry him.
“Creepers! Creepers!” he yelled, arriving at the village.
“What?” another farmer asked.
“Creepers! You know, those explosive creatures we’ve heard people talk about.”
“They’re real? Are you serious?”
“Yes, and they saw me. It’s terrible, because I think they followed me here.”
“You idiot! It would have been better if you hadn’t bumped into them at all.”
“I know, I know. I didn’t do it on purpose. But we have to solve it now. How are we going to defeat them?”
“Let’s go to our blacksmith. He’ll know what to do.”
They both visited the blacksmith, who gathered all the villagers and instructed them how to forge the silver swords. According to him, the silver would penetrate through the creepers’ skins and kill them instantly while preventing an explosion by the silver seeping into their powdered intestines.
It sounded complicated, but it turned out he was right. The creepers attacked the next day, but by that time, every villager, every farmer had become part of an army of defenders. They slashed and dashed and stabbed the creepers, crushing their futile attempts with their bravery and skills.
That day, the villagers triumphed. Wives kissed their husbands, children played in innocence, and giant feasts were prepared to celebrate their victory. It was a great day for everyone, except for the creepers of course.
What happened to the silver swords afterwards was a blur. The current villagers in Minerstown talked about their ancestors all the time, but whenever somebody asked where the swords went, no one could answer.
“They were thrown on a large stack and molded into jewelry,” one villager claimed.
“I heard they handed them to the king to support his soldiers,” another said.
“Perhaps they hid them on a hill, just to preserve them for future generation,” the baker’s wife had said.
With all these conflicting messages, it was hard to say if Minerstown was even the best place to look for them, since they might have disappeared completely.
The only trace left, however, was the statue in the town’s center; it was a statue of a farmer with a sword, holding it down and leaning on i
t with a small smirk on his face. The statue had a date underneath it, which was about two hundred years ago. Besides that, only stories were good enough for anyone to assume that these silver swords, perfect for killing creepers, were even real.
Secret 5: Elementary
On the outskirts of Minerstown, there was an elementary school. It was a fine looking building, finished up on the outside and warm and cozy on the inside. The brown roof went along perfectly with the surrounding green landscape, and the overall atmosphere of the location felt peaceful and serene.
But there was something only a handful of people knew about: This elementary school was built next to a graveyard, an ancient graveyard that had been covered up since people stopped caring. Only a few villagers knew about it, because it wasn’t even visible anymore. The gravestones were gone and the soil had been piled up on the graves, creating an extra layer of ground to build upon.
Moreover, the only villagers who knew about it didn’t want anyone else to realize what lied beneath, since this would only trigger the superstitious imaginations of the parents, who would thus refuse to send their children to this beautiful school.
But every once in a while, delicate kids would sense vibrations in the air that would give them the chills, waves that were not from their worlds, not from their dimension.
The spiritual realm was a mystery, and the only children who had expressed their worries in that school building, would be interrupted, ignored, or ridiculed. So after a few years, even the ones who felt the truth would doubt their own perceptions of reality.
Clarissa was such a girl, the same baker’s daughter who snuck out of the house. When she was 12 years old, so only 6 years ago, she knew something was wrong about that place, but at first, she didn’t have the guts to speak up.
