- Mon Oct 21, 2013 12:12 pm
#177219
(accompanied by my Minecraft Magic Card Set; this is the Introduction. First chapter coming soon!)
Introduction
“Hey Kira, catch!” A stick thunked into her head. Nine year old Kira got up from the carrot patch and walked over to her friend and flicked him on the nose. He rubbed it on his shirt resentfully. “I just wanted to get your attention,” Herobrine said, looking miffed. “I found someone cool I wanted you to meet. Well,” he added thoughtfully, “she found me, actually.” Kira sat back down on the carrot patch and started plucking the ripe ones out of the ground. “I already know everyone in the village,” Kira pointed out, popping a carrot into her mouth. “And if a trader came from a different one,” she added as she dumped some seeds onto the patch, “you should have told the elders first.” “Actually--” Herobrine glanced around them to make sure they were the only ones there. They were; the priest was conducting rituals, the blacksmith was in his smithy, and everyoneelse was going about their daily business, inside the village. The two children were the only ones on its outskirts.
Herobrine lowered his voice. “She isn’t a villager. She’s a mob.” “A mob? What, have you found a interesting pig out in the valley?” Kira asked mockingly. Herobrine shook his head. “Not a Passive, Kira. And not a Friendly either.” Kira jumped up excitedly. “A monster? You met a monster?” “Yep,” said Herobrine proudly. “She says she wants to show me her lair. Come on, follow me.” They raced around the outskirts of the village until they got to the pit of darkness. They waited for the farmer on guard to turn his, back, then cracked open the trapdoor just enough to let them through. Kira climbed down the ladder first, with Herobrine following. They vaulted off the the last few steps and crept past the minicaves in the side until a voice whispered, “Hello, children.”
Kira turned around and looked up. A tall creature with white eyes stared down at her. It had two long, thin legs and a pair of arms to match; and aside from its eyes, the creature was entirely black. Kira blinked in confusion. She had expected a skeleton, to tell the truth, although there were a few civil zombies as well. But she had never met one of these before. “What are you?” Kira whispered in awe. “A friend of your friend’s,” the creature whispered back, “And not a grownup out to bust you for being where you shouldn’t,” it added, and gave a conspiratorial wink. Kira relaxed. It was a friendly creature, she decided. Herobrine walked around Kira and stood next to the tall mob. “This is Eriyana, Kira. She says she can show us her lair.” The monster who was named Eriyana smiled. It was a very peculiar smile, for while it turned her mouth upward, it didn’t seem to convey any happiness. Kira smiled back anyway. “I’m afraid Herobrine is exaggerating slightly,” the mob said. “I said I could show him my lair.” Herobrine frowned. “You mean Kira can’t go?” The monster shook its head. “No, she’ll be able to go there eventually, I’m sure. You’re a champion, am I right, child?” Kira nodded. She had the daring, they said, and the courage, and the common sense would come soon enough. “Yes, you’ll definitely be seeing it. But dear Herobrine here is a negotiator, so of course I have to see what effect he thinks my lair has on villagers.” Kira nodded, understanding, despite being somewhat disappointed. She had seen Old Irontongue going to skeleton lairs to investigate them before others went there to trade with them. Then a thought occurred to her. “When our other negotiator goes, he brings warriors with him. Shouldn’t I go with Herobrine then?” Eriyana shook her head, giving her the strange appearance of flickering slightly. “A warrior is not a champion, young one. You will learn the difference soon enough. But,” she continued, “in the meantime, Herobrine will become the first to negotiate with a new mob type!” Herobrine grinned at Kira, looking pleased with himself. The last ray of sun in the pit disappeared. “And now, my dear, we must go. The darkness will only last for a while, and we have a ways to travel.”
Herobrine went up the ladder first this time, then Kira, then Eriyana. Herobrine opened the trapdoor slowly and quietly, but then, looking puzzled, opened it all the way. “The guard’s gone,” he said, looking back down at Kira, and at Eriyana, who had stopped flickering. “Guards do that,” the mob said, waving one of her slender arms dismissively. Kira supposed that the farmer she’d seen guarding the pit was quite lazy. He always needed help with his harvest, she knew, and generally spent at least half the time sitting on the bench watching his helpers. Herobrine shrugged. “Yeah, they do, I guess. Anyway, let’s go.” Eriyana nodded. “Let’s.” Herobrine turned to Kira. “I’ll tell you everything I see,” he told her, “and I’ll make sure you’re the first one to get to go there.” “Make sure you do,” said Kira. “Will he be gone long?” she asked Eriyana anxiously. “Just a day or two,” Eriyana replied. Kira hugged Herobrine, and waved goodbye as they walked away. As she watched the moon rise over them, something strange started to happen: they started flickering. What? They weren’t over the horizon yet. Wait, where? Who? She tried to recall where Herobrine was going...Herobrine. What was a Herobrine? She knew that word. Doesn’t it mean “brother” in the priest’s tongue? Well, she certainly didn’t have one of those.
Introduction
“Hey Kira, catch!” A stick thunked into her head. Nine year old Kira got up from the carrot patch and walked over to her friend and flicked him on the nose. He rubbed it on his shirt resentfully. “I just wanted to get your attention,” Herobrine said, looking miffed. “I found someone cool I wanted you to meet. Well,” he added thoughtfully, “she found me, actually.” Kira sat back down on the carrot patch and started plucking the ripe ones out of the ground. “I already know everyone in the village,” Kira pointed out, popping a carrot into her mouth. “And if a trader came from a different one,” she added as she dumped some seeds onto the patch, “you should have told the elders first.” “Actually--” Herobrine glanced around them to make sure they were the only ones there. They were; the priest was conducting rituals, the blacksmith was in his smithy, and everyoneelse was going about their daily business, inside the village. The two children were the only ones on its outskirts.
Herobrine lowered his voice. “She isn’t a villager. She’s a mob.” “A mob? What, have you found a interesting pig out in the valley?” Kira asked mockingly. Herobrine shook his head. “Not a Passive, Kira. And not a Friendly either.” Kira jumped up excitedly. “A monster? You met a monster?” “Yep,” said Herobrine proudly. “She says she wants to show me her lair. Come on, follow me.” They raced around the outskirts of the village until they got to the pit of darkness. They waited for the farmer on guard to turn his, back, then cracked open the trapdoor just enough to let them through. Kira climbed down the ladder first, with Herobrine following. They vaulted off the the last few steps and crept past the minicaves in the side until a voice whispered, “Hello, children.”
Kira turned around and looked up. A tall creature with white eyes stared down at her. It had two long, thin legs and a pair of arms to match; and aside from its eyes, the creature was entirely black. Kira blinked in confusion. She had expected a skeleton, to tell the truth, although there were a few civil zombies as well. But she had never met one of these before. “What are you?” Kira whispered in awe. “A friend of your friend’s,” the creature whispered back, “And not a grownup out to bust you for being where you shouldn’t,” it added, and gave a conspiratorial wink. Kira relaxed. It was a friendly creature, she decided. Herobrine walked around Kira and stood next to the tall mob. “This is Eriyana, Kira. She says she can show us her lair.” The monster who was named Eriyana smiled. It was a very peculiar smile, for while it turned her mouth upward, it didn’t seem to convey any happiness. Kira smiled back anyway. “I’m afraid Herobrine is exaggerating slightly,” the mob said. “I said I could show him my lair.” Herobrine frowned. “You mean Kira can’t go?” The monster shook its head. “No, she’ll be able to go there eventually, I’m sure. You’re a champion, am I right, child?” Kira nodded. She had the daring, they said, and the courage, and the common sense would come soon enough. “Yes, you’ll definitely be seeing it. But dear Herobrine here is a negotiator, so of course I have to see what effect he thinks my lair has on villagers.” Kira nodded, understanding, despite being somewhat disappointed. She had seen Old Irontongue going to skeleton lairs to investigate them before others went there to trade with them. Then a thought occurred to her. “When our other negotiator goes, he brings warriors with him. Shouldn’t I go with Herobrine then?” Eriyana shook her head, giving her the strange appearance of flickering slightly. “A warrior is not a champion, young one. You will learn the difference soon enough. But,” she continued, “in the meantime, Herobrine will become the first to negotiate with a new mob type!” Herobrine grinned at Kira, looking pleased with himself. The last ray of sun in the pit disappeared. “And now, my dear, we must go. The darkness will only last for a while, and we have a ways to travel.”
Herobrine went up the ladder first this time, then Kira, then Eriyana. Herobrine opened the trapdoor slowly and quietly, but then, looking puzzled, opened it all the way. “The guard’s gone,” he said, looking back down at Kira, and at Eriyana, who had stopped flickering. “Guards do that,” the mob said, waving one of her slender arms dismissively. Kira supposed that the farmer she’d seen guarding the pit was quite lazy. He always needed help with his harvest, she knew, and generally spent at least half the time sitting on the bench watching his helpers. Herobrine shrugged. “Yeah, they do, I guess. Anyway, let’s go.” Eriyana nodded. “Let’s.” Herobrine turned to Kira. “I’ll tell you everything I see,” he told her, “and I’ll make sure you’re the first one to get to go there.” “Make sure you do,” said Kira. “Will he be gone long?” she asked Eriyana anxiously. “Just a day or two,” Eriyana replied. Kira hugged Herobrine, and waved goodbye as they walked away. As she watched the moon rise over them, something strange started to happen: they started flickering. What? They weren’t over the horizon yet. Wait, where? Who? She tried to recall where Herobrine was going...Herobrine. What was a Herobrine? She knew that word. Doesn’t it mean “brother” in the priest’s tongue? Well, she certainly didn’t have one of those.
I am the whirring thing past the corner. I am the darker patch under the bed. I am the tapping on your window; the extra steps on the sidewalk; the voice whispering your name. I am Stalkerbot, and I am watching you.
