Age Of Awakening: Unofficial Minecraft Adventures Series 3 In 1 Page 3

  “Steve?” Stephanie had stopped walking and placed her hands onto his shoulders.

  Her voice brought him back to the present. Steve opened his eyes and realized they were now in town. Carl and Stephanie were staring at him with very worried looks on their faces. He stood upright and cleared his throat. “Sorry about that.”

  “What was that all about?” Carl asked as he continued to stare.

  “Just a headache…think I’ve gone too long without eating something…lets go,” Steve said with a smile as he tried to re-assure his friends that he was ok. In truth he wasn’t, he was disappointed that he couldn’t push past the pain and remember what had happened to him in the past. For now, he let it go and went to have lunch with his best friends.

  That night Steve spent his first night alone in his new home. The place was perfect and he couldn’t have been happier with it. The stone floors and wooden walls were so warm and comfortable. A fireplace crackled in the living room and he had even dug himself a pool in the back yard. The sun dipped low in the sky and Steve decided to go to sleep early. Having tried to remember his past had really hurt his head and drained him of energy.

  Time Revenge

  The next day Steve was in a mineshaft, gathering coal when two bright white eyes glowed in the darkness. Out of fear Steve stepped back and held up his iron pickaxe in self-defense.

  “You do not belong here!” the voice shouted at him. The voice was all wrong, it sounded like it was coming from everywhere all at once.

  “Who are you?” Steve asked as he backed away.

  The man did not answer, he simply attacked. They battled for hours, each of theme evenly matched until finally Steve outsmarted his attacker and set of a block of TNT near him. Steve approached the white eyed man with his bow and aimed it down at him.

  “You cannot kill Herobrine!” the man shouted before Steve loosed the arrow into his head.

  Steve sat upright in bed, breathing heavily and sweating horribly as he looked all around him. It had all been a horrible dream, but it felt so real. Steve got out of bed and dressed quickly. Equipping his armor he rushed outside and started to run. He did not need a compass or even his map; somehow he knew exactly where he was going. The sun was still down when he left but the skeletons and zombies were no match for Steve who simply cut them down on his way.

  By midafternoon on the next day Steve had found what he was looking for; the site of his last battle with Herobrine. The hole in the mountain where he had been kicked through, the blast mark from the TNT and the fallen tree, all of it was real, right there in front of him. It had not been a dream after all. Steve had really battled Herobrine and after it was all over he had woken up in the middle of a field with nothing on him and no memory of the events.

  Seeing it all right there before him caused Steve to fear the white eyed man all over again. He still knew nothing about Herobrine except that he hated Steve with a passion. However, remembering the events clearly made Steve feel a little more at ease because he remembered killing Herobrine at the end of their last battle.

  He hoped that he could move on with his life then, never have to deal with the white eyed demon again.

  Twinkling Pleasure

  The journey back home took Steve a little bit longer than last time. He had taken the time to hunt for food and gather some supplies while he was out. Once he had arrived back home he found his best friend’s waiting for him with a basket sitting behind them.

  “Where were you?! And why are you wearing your armor??” Stephanie said as she ran to him. Apparently they had found him missing and waited for hours for him to return home.

  Steve un-equipped his armor and sword and hugged his friend when she got to him. “I’m sorry, I had to go and see something. I had a dream and…don’t worry about it, I’m home now.”

  Carl just stood there with his arms crossed until Stephanie dragged Steve by the hand over to the basket. “We got you a present for your new house.” She said excitedly, dropping the issue with him being gone rather quickly.

  “Oh?” Steve looked at the basket when Carl moved aside and saw the young baby wolf sticking out of it. It looked to Steve and barked a few times.

  “Surprise!” Stephanie shouted with a giggle. “There's a man who lives in the woods nearby who raises them. He will be loyal and keep you safe.”

  Steve could not help the smile that spread across his face. “Oh wow! You guys shouldn’t have!” he picked up the grey wolf pup that licked his face happily. “Thank you both, he is amazing.”

  “What are you gonna name him?” Carl asked.

  Steve thought about it for a moment then smiled again as he held up the pup. “Scoundrel.”

  Thorn In The Dreams

  After his dream Steve spent the next month trying to forget about Herobrine, but something never felt quite right anymore. Whenever he mined he made sure to place torches all about. The darkness hid things from him and the very thought of Herobrine still being out there made his skin crawl. However the adventurer did take some comfort in having his wolf with him. Scoundrel was very good at barking and growling at any predators nearby. Already the wolf had saved Steve’s life when a creeper got too close.

  Steve could not get rid of the feeling that he was once again in grave danger. But what he did not know was that the danger was not hidden in the shadows but flying high above him in the clouds of Overworld.

  Steve and Scoundrel were at home, tending their simple garden when an explosion more powerful than Steve had ever felt shook the ground beneath his feet. Looking around he tried to find what had happened as Scoundrel barked madly to the west. Steve looked and saw a pillar of black smoking rising into the air, right over the village.

  “Stephanie! Carl!”

  Steve equipped his best armor and sword, running as fast as he could towards the little village where his best friends in the world called home. What he saw when he arrived was heartbreaking and terrifying all at once.

  The entire village had been destroyed. The buildings were rubble and ash, bodies littered the ground all over, charred and smoking from the intense heat. A crater the size of a small mountain gaped in the middle of the village, smoking profusely.

  “This was your doing Adventurer!” A voice older than time itself and far more demanding filled the air.

  Steve felt his heart stop as the voice invaded his every fiber. No idea who or what said it as he looked around desperately.

  “Herobrine?! Show yourself you coward!” Steve shouted at the sky.

  The voice returned but this time in a laugh. The sound was like many great boulders sliding down the side of a mountain, destroying everything in its path. Whatever this creature was, it was powerful.

  “Herobrine I am not, but it was he who unleashed me! It was he who sent me to devour you!”

  Before Steve could utter a single word more the powerful creature that had destroyed the village and killed his friends revealed itself to him.

  A mighty black and purple dragon burst through the black smoke rising from the village and landed on the ground right in front of Steve. The landing caused the ground to shake and Steve was forced off of his feet and into the dirt. Looking up at the mighty beast Steve could only stare in awe, unable to move or fight.

  The dragon let out another horrendous laugh before looking down at Steve. “You pathetic little creature! I fail to see how anyone could ever fear you!”

  Steve bolstered his courage and the fear left his eyes.

  “You will learn to fear me once I stab you in the heart!”

  The dragon looked down at him and let loose a hell raising roar, deathly hot breath washed over Steve as it did. The dragon lunged its head down to devour the adventurer but Steve rolled out of the way at the last second and got to his feet. Quickly grabbing his sword he readied himself but the Ender Dragon was just too fast.

  The dragon’s massive tail came swinging around behind Steve and slammed into him with all the power of an avalanche. The adventurer
was sent flying across the landscape and smashed hard into the side of a mountain.

  Steve was destroyed, his body was broken and his vision darkened as the life was getting ready to leave him completely. The world around him slowed as the dragon landed before him again. The mighty beast stared down at him and growled as smoke rose from its nostrils.

  “Your end has come.” The dragon spoke. With one last look at the broken hero the Ender Dragon lunged its massive head forward and in one bite devoured Steve, snuffing out his life as if he were an ant.

  Steve not only sat up out of his bed but jumped straight out of it in a cold sweat, looking around his bedroom as if he expected to see the dragon hiding in one of the dark corners. His breathing was borderline hyperventilating as he tried to calm himself down. Scoundrel got out of his bed in the corner worriedly and licked Steve’s hand.

  “Another dream?” he said out loud to himself.

  Heat In The Touch

  But Scoundrel’s attention was suddenly stripped away from Steve as he ran to the front door and began barking furiously as if there is something or someone out there.

  Steve cautiously went to his front door and opened it, half expecting an attack, but what he saw outside made him feel as though he were still dreaming.

  The world had become a barren wasteland. The trees, the grass, animals and his garden were all gone. Nothing remained whatsoever as far as they eyes could see. Even the seeds in Steve’s inventory were gone. There was nothing left.

  “This is impossible…nothing that exists could have done this.” The hero said to himself. But even as he stared at the barren wasteland that he had once called home he knew exactly what had happened. His dreams, they were not just nightmares; they were precursors, images of a future that loomed over him.

  “Herobrine.” Somehow the white eyed demon from his nightmares was still alive. Somehow he had survived their last encounter and now had enlisted the help of a very powerful dragon.

  Steve knew what he had to do but that didn’t make the task any less frightening. He needed to hunt down this dragon of Herobrine’s and slay it before it ended him and the rest of the people on Overworld.

  This was his purpose as the world’s adventurer, this was his calling and he would not hide away from it.

  Steve would save Overworld and destroy Herobrine once and for all!

  The village was abandoned. Stephanie, Carl and everyone else who lived there was simply gone. Whatever magic the dragon had used was very powerful. The only things still alive were him and Scoundrel, the only two creatures inside his house at the time. It was much worse than Steve thought.

  “Come on boy, we need to find out how to find this dragon before we starve.”

  No food, no seeds, not so much as an apple to keep him going, Steve knew the time he had was very limited.

  Scoundrel followed the adventurer as they left the ghost town. Steve couldn’t help but wonder if his friends were simply missing or if they were dead. He shook his head, not letting himself dwell on the situation like that.

  They headed as fast as they could to the grand city in the mountains. The journey was long and dangerous taking them several days and nights but they finally reached the city.

  Nestled up high in the peaks of three mountains was a city where a great number of Overworld’s people lived. Home to some of the oldest and wisest men and women Steve knew about. But the eerie silence of the city washed over Steve as they entered through the main gates.

  Not one single person could be found on any of the cobblestone streets, in any of the shops or any of the markets. Every stall every building and every alleyway was completely devoid of life.

  Scoundrel whimpered sadly and stayed very close to Steve as the two of them wandered through the streets.

  “Hello? Is anyone here?” Steve shouted into the empty city but his voice only echoed off the empty stones. He knew that he was the only one left. “Come on boy, let’s go find the library, we need to get out of here soon.”

  Azure Fighter

  The city’s library was the biggest one known to Overworld, if there was any information on this dragon then it would be here. Steve felt himself growing more and more hungry. The journey had taken a lot of energy and there was not one single thing he could take to satisfy the hunger in his gut.

  Minutes turned to hours, hours into days until finally Steve found something that looked promising. In a small section of the library, unmarked and tucked away in a dark corner he found a large collection of scrolls. One of these scrolls told about a dragon called the Ender Dragon, and the dark realm in which it was imprisoned.

  Now knowing where to look Steve and Scoundrel found many more scrolls on the dragon and pieced together the tasks involved in finding it and taking it out.

  “This is it,” Steve said as he looked to Scoundrel. The wolf lay next to him and looked up with a smile. “We can do it; we can find the End and kill the dragon.” Steve’s stomach growled powerfully and his hand went to it in a hurry. “Assuming we don’t starve first. We have to hurry, come on.”

  Willpower alone was getting Steve through the horrific and lengthy journey. The pieces he needed to find the Dragon were not easy to gather. His journey sent him to a hellish place called the Nether where he had to hunt down Blaze creatures and kill them for their blaze rods. This process added another four days to the journey, forcing Steve and his wolf to trudge along on brute willpower by itself.

  Having gathered all the blaze rods he needed Steve continued on his way towards the hidden fortress where he would find the portal to The End. He had one Eye of Ender and continued to follow it through the air to his final destination. Along the way the adventurer found Endermen, stalking them and picking them off one at a time. He was too weak to fight more than one at a time. Scoundrel did a good job of distracting them while Steve jumped them from behind and cut them down.

  It had been over a month since his dream, since his friends and every natural resource had vanished but finally Steve found the hidden underground fortress where the End portal would be. After a few hours of searching, Steve found the chamber where the End portal was hidden. The room glowed with a great amount of light and heat due to the lava underneath the broken portal.

  Scoundrel walked down the steps into the chamber first and lay down in the corner, unable to really move much because he was so hungry and exhausted. Steve however was feeling awake, adrenaline fueling his body as he realized how close he was to now destroying the dragon and setting things right once again.

  “I’m coming for you Herobrine, just wait a little longer and I’m going to find you and end this once and for all.” Steve said to himself as he inspected the portal.

  Several blocks were placed at the top of the steps leading up to the portal and Steve realized they must be Silverfish blocks. With no energy to fight the annoying creatures Steve simply built a path around them on the side of the stairs. The heat from the lava was intense as he stood on the top of the portal and inspected it. Several Eyes of Ender were missing, but he had enough to fix the portal and end this terrible journey once and for all.

  Searching his inventory Steve got out the Eyes he needed and fixed each of them into the empty blocks around the portal. Scoundrel’s head lifted up curiously as Steve slid the last eye into place and the portal to The End activated.

  The light in the room fades, the heat seems to vanish replaces by a horrible chill. The dark portal sucks in everything leaving a horrifying feeling of emptiness in the room which causes Steve to shiver and Scoundrel to howl mournfully.

  Steve turned to face his new best friend and waved. “I will be back before you know it. And when I do we’re going to have the biggest meal either of us could ever dream of.” With that Steve took one step backwards and fell into the abyss.

  Scoundrel watched his friend disappear and let out another horrible howl of sadness.

  Death Wave

  The End was a horrible, depressing and nightmarish place. Darkn
ess pervaded everything and the absence of light or heat made Steve shiver even if he didn’t feel cold. In fact he felt nothing at all. This place was indeed hell, it was a prison meant for the worst kinds of creatures.

  A booming laugh like thunder rolling through clouds filled the air as Steve hurried towards the first massive black pillar before him.