Introduction:


He Isn't Afraid. He Is Out, Again. But This Time, He Bring's Friends. Harry Brine Will Not Be Stopped. Not Again, No. He Will Do Whatever He Can To Get His Body Back, Even If It Involves......Fire.


Thursday 18th July


Hello, there. I am a retired baker, from Terrorvale. And I suppose you've heard of what happened to one of our favourite residents, about a year ago. (If not go here.) There was a vase, I was told to have, and take the contents out of it. There was a note, three rags, and a-oh, you're probably wondering what the note said, well, here it is:


"Dear faithful Baker of Terrorvale,


The item you should have recently recieved, shall be hidden beneath the town well, twenty two metres down, four metres to the right. It shall then be locked in small vault with the combination code of 49678051, and filled up with dirt. Then, take a rag, and hide it in a piece of mouldy bread from the traditional Saturday dinner, and wrap it in a bag of tin-foil, and stuff it inside small box in your attic. The next rag should be put inside a fish belly, and thrown into the deep end of the pondage. The last rag needs, and I mean NEEDS, to be given to my great grandma before she dies, tell her to hide it in her grave.


-From The Boy"




I must admit, it sounds like a lot to ask, after all, I am an ex-baker in his 50's. But, it seem's quite important, and that boy was a friend, so I must do as he asks.


The one thing I'm afraid about is Herobrine. Everybody is calling the murderer H.I.M. But what does it really mean? Should I go to the chamber, and find out? I'm not sure. I'm probably sounding really dumb, because, Herobrine is a murderer, and I'm trying to persuade myself to go to the location of where he last striked.




I'm feeling a bit scared now. I just had my dinner, and something really frightened me.


Here's the question I asked myself: What was that dark shadow outside my back window?


There was a black flash, and then it was gone, and another appeared, and disappeared, and it did this four times. There was also a flash of red in between the black, and what looked like the colour of a diamond sword.


Saturday 20th July


It was extremely hard to hide the rags, without anybody seeing, and I haven't even hidden the item yet. I'm terrible, really terrible. And I'm scared. Strange things have been happening, and I keep on seeing those three colours, black, red, and blue. My crops have been broken, and my fences on fire. Down the street an old lady fell over and was too scared to talk about it.


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The baker sighed, and tossed the book down towards the other side of the room. "Why is this happening to me?" He sighed, laying his right hand on his forehead, and dangling the other on his side. "Doesn't that boy know I'm just an old man? How am I supposed to dig a hole beneath the well? And why did he choose me? Why not the Great Guardian of No-Kye in ValleyMines?" The baker looked out his window. "Argh! What is that?" He screamed, pointing to the black, red and blue flashes. He fell back onto the floor, and then could whiff the smell of smoke through his hairy nostrils. He hesitated, and rushed outside to see what the problem was. Instantly he noticed the fire-mobs invading the town. There was so many ghasts you could only scarcely see the sky, and the blazes weren't any help either. The soft, fertile grass was slowly merging into a strange, rocky surface apparently called Netherrack. And Pigmen were walking around freely. Cobblestone was turning itself into Nether brick, and crops were being replaced by Nether warts! The small pondage was being replaced with soulsand and lava, and all the tree's were dying. The most annoying thing was that nobody could kill the magma slimes, they just got too small.....


The baker cried out in fear, running around frantically on the Netherrack forming beneath his worn-out shoes. "Get to The Blocky Woods!" He heard many people cry. "Grab your things and run! The beasts can't find us through all the towering tree's!" Everybody was in their houses, packing up all they could carry as quickly as possible. The baker grabbed a series of various items, such as two loaves of bread, a stack of apples, a bed, three different coloured leather armour, red, green, and blue, and many other things. In all the commotion he didn't realise that that the item, with it's ancient ingravings swirling around the middle, and rust gathering itself all around it, had been thrown into his inventory as well. Feeling like his old shoes, he slouched out of his house, towards the rest of the townsfolk, which were making their way to the woods. "A perfect place, my friends." He muttered to himself, "After all, his chamber is in there, can you not see?" The baker felt a tear roll down his eye, as he thought of all the troubles they might find. Then, he pulled his diary, which once belonged to a particular boy, and started writing in it.