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“Forward! Kick them back into their corrupted building!” Stanley said.
A big fight happened. People were being stabbed. Bodies were being sliced, brave citizens and soldiers fell on both sides. The death count was something to be lamented, but the poor citizens were being led to victory. Dozens of soldiers died and the impoverished in Miners Mountain were taking courage. That was…. until…
Entry 5: Burning Bridges
… the wizard came out of the building. He stretched his arms and chanted incomprehensible words.
“Samastamastuuu! Rhaka! Rhaka!” he shouted.
Within seconds, out of the depths from beyond the railing on the sides of the rock, hundreds of ghasts flew up and started spitting fireballs at the rebellious army. Some people were burned, others fell on the ground in fear. The ghasts flew in circles and crisscrossed through the air, making it almost impossible to get hit by the armies’ short-distance weapons. Their numbers were overwhelming, and it seemed best to cancel the entire operation.
“Pull back!” Stanley yelled. “Let’s get out of here!”
He ran across the bridge and others followed. They looked back and saw some of the ghasts pursue them, but most of them stayed at the square.
Suddenly, one of the ghasts spewed out a fireball at one of the civilians. He missed but hit the bridge. The other ghasts, apparently, thought it was a good idea to cut off their enemies from the rock. So after that, other ghasts did the same thing. They were spitting fireballs by the dozens now, destroying the bridges in the process.
“No!” Stanley said, but it was too late. The bridge fell, and a few of the “good guys” fell into the abyss. Fortunately, most of the other ones had reached the other side of town safely by now, but the bridges were gone. There was no way back to the rock, or was there?
Entry 6: The Fight for Freedom
Stanley and his men went into the opposite direction of where they were attacking. They walked around the mountain and met their wives and children there. Everyone was all right. Stanley’s wife came running at him and gave him a hug.
“I am so glad you are unharmed,” she said.
“Yeah, well… there have been a lot of deaths on our side,” Stanley said.
“That’s horrible,” Rosita said. “What happened?”
“There were ghasts,” Stanley answered. “We were winning actually, but then they had this wizard, and when he appeared, he summoned hundreds of ghasts. They spat fireballs at us and burned the bridges to the town’s hall. I don’t know what to do.”
“Well, perhaps we have no way to get there, but they can’t get out either, can they?” one of the men commented.
“That’s not entirely true,” Rosita said. “There are ladders and stairs to that rock. It’s the only rock that they added stairs to, just because the rich people could afford to build them. So either way, they aren’t stuck. But going up the stairs would probably be a death trap.”
“That’s what I think too. It would be suicide to go up the rock that way,” Stanley said. “Let’s discuss tactics later. For now, we’ll heal the wounded and settle down for a while until we know what to do.”
That night, they were sleeping under the stars, and the numerous campfires were lighting up the sky, as it were, protecting the families from the cold air and the darkness. Stanley’s wife came to him as he was standing there, watching his children fall asleep.
“Why does it have to be you?” she asked. “Why can’t you just let some other guy lead this army of rebels? You have me, and you have six children to care for. We cannot lose you.”
“The men look up to me. They see me as their leader. If I don’t go first, what kind of example will that set?”
“But someone else could easily do it.”
“Who? I don’t see any of these men being as courageous as I am right now. I’ve had training. I am capable of fighting. I am as important as any of these men to defend our village. I am sorry, and I understand what you mean and trust me, if I could have it any other way, I would. But it doesn’t look I have a choice. Other men have families too. I shouldn’t be selfish.”
“I love you,” his wife says. “Watch yourself. I don’t want to lose you.”
“I won’t do anything stupid.”
He didn’t sleep much that night. The loss of the men in the previous battle was haunting him. It made him more resolute and frustrated. This had to be solved. These corrupt leaders in Miners Mountain had to be removed from their positions. He kept thinking about it, but he didn’t know what to do.
The next day, he gathered the men and asked them what they thought. They came with different ideas. Some of them said they should climb the walls on the other side of the rock.
“Sounds like an option,” Stanley said, “although I wouldn’t want anyone to die simply by falling off because it’s too steep. Any other suggestions?”
“Ghasts can be killed with arrows,” someone said.
Stanley became extremely interested. “Go on,” he said.
“Well,” the guy said. “It’s pretty simple actually. Ghasts fly around, which is why we have a hard time killing them with our swords. They are too far away, but if we shoot some arrows into them, I am sure we can win this war.”
“How many arrows does it take to kill a ghast?” Stanley asked.
“If I am correct, just three.”
“Three? That doesn’t sound very simple. But I like the idea.”
More discussions opened the way to a specific strategy that day. All people—men, women, and children—went deeper into the forest and collected wood, rocks and materials for arrows. Within two days, thousands of bows and arrows were created, preparing the men for war against the corrupt government.
It was the end of the week. A thick fog was covering the nether parts of the area. The evil dictators were comfy in their luxurious homes and town’s hall. They didn’t suspect anything; but that morning, ten of Stanley’s men were climbing up the walls of the elite rock. Slowly and carefully, they took one step after another and snuck up the tall wall on the other side of the rock.
“Let’s stay together,” Stanley whispered. “We have to take out whoever or whatever is guarding the stairs.”
And there they went, sneaking into the small part of town that was still occupied, heading towards the stairs area.
“There,” he whispered. “See those guards? Let’s get them.”
With the other nine, they snuck up on the guards and killed them. The stairs area was free. It was easier than expected.
“I didn’t think it would go so fast,” one of the men said.
“Neither did I,” Stanley admitted. “We will wait here. You go get the rest of the army at the bottom of the rock.”
After a while, the man came back with the rest of the army. They were mainly armed with boys and arrows this time, realizing that the ghasts might still be around. When they all arrived at the town’s square, they saw it.
The hundreds of ghasts were piled up in front of the government building’s entrance. They were vast asleep, but when one of the men came too close, they woke up. Suddenly, they were all up in the air, flying up one by one and circling around their enemies.
“Archers, get ready!” Stanley commanded. “Shoot!”
Hundreds of arrows sped through the air, with a big percentage hitting their targets. Ghasts dropped on the ground by the dozens, spitting back fireballs whenever they could. But they were being defeated. Their numbers decreased slowly, reducing their monstrous army and paving the way for Stanley to enter the building.
He opened the door and went inside. He would end this thing once and for all.
Entry 7: Come Off Conqueror
When Stanley opened another door, a villain jumped on his back, trying to knock him over. Stanley threw him on the floor and looked at him. His assailant had a scar below his left eye.
“You,” he said. “You are the one I saw that night. You murdered the mayor, didn’t you?”
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p; “It had to be done to convince the rest of the elite to take over,” he said. “It was the only way.”
“I don’t buy that,” Stanley said. “But if you are so stuck on getting people killed, how about you come here and show me that you can fight someone you’re not sneaking up on from behind?”
“I will take that challenge,” the sneaky assassin said, after which he came at Stanley.
Stanley evaded his blow and stabbed him with his sword. It was fast, it was sudden, and it was effective. He didn’t say a word and just watched the murderer drop to the floor. But then he heard clapping.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
“Well done, poor guy,” he heard a voice say.
Stanley looked the other way and stood face to face with his worst enemy: Raefus. Next to the evil leader was the dark wizard clapping with him, having a wicked smirk on his face.
“Who are you?” Stanley asked. “Are you the one terrorizing this town?”
“I didn’t terrorize anyone,” Raefus said. “I just showed them who to follow. The rich are to be in charge. They have more experience and more intelligence. It’s how it should be.”
“You’re crazy,” Stanley said. “And you’re going to die for having all my men killed.”
“I don’t think so,” Raefus said.
And with those words, he signaled the wizard to get rid of me. The dark wizard was ugly. His head looked somewhat like a skull, his cape was black, and his shirt and robe were dark purple. When he came at me, he held his scepter in front of him and shot some kind of electric balls at me. I jumped over one, ducked and avoided another one, and then… the third one hit me.
“Ouch!”
I fell backwards on the floor, still feeling a little electrocuted by the magical electric ball he just shot at me. In the corner, there was a shield. When I felt a little better, I reached over and grabbed it. Another electric ball came at me, but I held up the shield to protect myself.
Kazziiiing!
My shield deflected the electric ball.
“Aaaaaah!”
What just happened? I looked over and saw Raefus being electrocuted by the ball. He was on the floor, choking slowly. I didn’t hesitate. I reached for my sword and picked it up. Zigzagging through some more electric balls and deflecting some other ones, I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I came to Raefus and stabbed him with my sword.
“You will never be the rightful ruler of this village,” I said.
But I wasn’t paying attention. Another electric ball hit me, this time in the back.
“Aaargh!” I shouted.
The wizard came closer and closer, ready to finish me off.
“Pity,” he said in an eerie voice. “I kind of liked Raefus, but since you killed him for me, I guess I will just have to govern the village now. I was going to get rid of him anyway, but now that you did it for me, I almost feel like I should thank you.”
“You… awful… monster,” Stanley said, struggling to get back up after such a shock.
“Call me whatever you want, but you won’t see the light of another day. Goodbye, poor citizen.”
Stanley closed his eyes, waiting for the final blow that would end his life. But all of a sudden, he heard the wizard scream in agony.
“Ooooorrrrghhh!”
He opened his eyes and saw the wizard drop on his knees with an arrow in his chest. Then he looked at the door. Could it be true? He blinked his eyes and shook his head as to try to wake up.
No.
Really?
It was his wife!
“Rosita, what are you doing here?” he asked, feeling relieved that he had just cheated death.
“We put the children under the care of some of the women in the village and encouraged the others to take a bow and some arrows and help defend their husbands. So I volunteered immediately, knowing that if I could do anything to help you, I would regret not doing it.”
“Well, you came at the right time. A few more seconds and I would have been dead.”
“You’re welcome,” she said proudly. “What did you think of my accuracy?”
“Oh, great accuracy,” Stanley said as he came closer and gave her a kiss.
Then the other men came in.
Stanley laughed. “You’re a little late, guys. But luckily, I have an amazing wife.”
“Is anyone in here still?” one of them asked.
“Go ahead and look in the basement. I am suspecting them of locking up the rightful future rulers have been locked up there or something. How is it outside?”
“All the ghasts are dead or have escaped. The men are victorious.”
“Let’s free the prisoners and celebrate!” Stanley said.
The party went on pretty late that night. Stanley played with his children, the representatives figured out the new way to rule the village, and everybody was happy.
“I love you,” Stanley told Rosita. “Thank you for rescuing me.”
“It was the least I could do, being the wife of the bravest warrior in town.”
She winked at him and he laughed.
The village called “Miners Mountain” was free at last.
THE END
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Minecraft Quest
A Heroic Minecraft Quest
By Billy Miner
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Contents:
Introduction
Entry 1: The Prophecy
Entry 2: Vague Answers
Entry 3: The Quest for Truth
Entry 4: Finders Keepers
Entry 5: Coats of Arms
Entry 6: Clashing Clans
Entry 7: Father
Entry 8: Released from Doubt
Introduction
Gardiff is an ordinary guy, a young guy who is still looking for his identity. He lives in a small village, but he has an innate desire to explore the world around him. That desire only increases when he finds out about the prophecy: A prophecy predicting that a y
oung hero will rise to save the entire nation, signed by someone with the same last name.
It sparks his curiosity, and he embarks on a journey to find some answers. On his quest, he comes across magical items and dangerous enemies. Is the prophecy true? And will he ever find out what’s behind it?
Entry 1: The Prophecy
The first time he saw it, he brushed it off like it was nothing. He thought it was a joke, a trivial piece of paper with no meaning to it. But when he looked at it again, after giving it much thought, he realized the significance of the words on that scroll.
“Unbelievable,” Gardiff thought. “It can’t be.”
But it was true, no matter how strange it seemed.
Gardiff was the son of a poor mother in the village, but he was smart. He learned how to read and write, and how to analyze things in detail. His father had left about a year ago. He didn’t know where he had gone. But his mother didn’t want to talk about it much. She always got upset whenever he brought it up. So he usually didn’t mention it.
But now he got curious.
In his hands was a small scroll, a piece of paper, as it were, with letters written in ink. He read it over and over again. Incredible. Where did this come from? He had to show his mother. There was no doubt in his mind that this had something to do with his father’s disappearance. The library he worked for was small, but this scroll wasn’t part of it. Somebody had put it there to be found. And now he found it. Was it destiny? Or was it just a coincidence?
When he got off work, he went home, as usual; but this time, he hurried. He couldn’t wait to tell his mother, who was waiting for him with the dinner she had prepared.
“Mother,” he said when he rushed in.