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I wrote this novel series 10 years ago. It may seem a bit childish. I made the last changes in version 1.18. Nothing added or changed in newer versions will be found in this book.
BOOK 1: THE FIRST ADVENTURE
Chapter 1
BOOK 1: THE FIRST ADVENTURE
CHAPTER 2: JOURNEY
Chapter 1
Luke was walking slowly and staggering.
—Are you sure you can keep going?
—Let's meet our grandfather as soon as possible. Every second we lose works against us.
Even though they were moving slowly, they headed towards their aunt's place. Since they had gone there before with their grandfather, they knew the way.
By the time it was completely dark, their house had disappeared into the distance. Slowly, monsters began to appear. They couldn't fight monsters all night. They needed to make a safe place for themselves. Johnson dug a hole and made a small room.
—We’ll spend the night here. Mark wanted to fight all night.
—But why? he objected.
—It's the first time we’re spending a night away from home. It's too dangerous outside.
—But we can’t do anything in there; it’s so boring.
—Your brother hasn’t even recovered yet.
—He’ll eat and recover now.
—Mark! he snapped sharply. They didn’t want to risk their lives just because Mark was bored.
—But I can’t sleep without a bed.
—Missing sleep for one night shouldn’t be a problem, I think. Luke felt uneasy about being a burden to his brothers, so he said:
—Let’s go during the night too. Don’t worry about me. We can survive one night.
While they were talking, a skeleton approached. It had drawn its bow and was aiming at them. They needed to protect Luke. Mark ran towards the skeleton to distract it, while Johnson rummaged through the mysterious room’s books, looking for advice. If Luke were well, he would have killed the skeleton in two seconds.
—Don’t run straight at a skeleton. Zigzag and jump at its head. Mark followed the advice. The skeleton shot three arrows, but only one hit. The arrow struck his waist. Ignoring the pain, he attacked the skeleton. It was easily defeated. Surprised, he asked Johnson:
—You’ve never killed a skeleton before. How did you come up with that tactic?
—Trade secret, Johnson boasted, but since he couldn’t fight, his tactics were only useful to others.
Luke and Mark's insistence finally convinced them to continue walking. They walked for hours. Luke tried to walk on his own several times but failed. The night was full of monsters. None of them could withstand Johnson's tactics or Mark’s strength. They traveled through biomes of dry grass and giant trees, all the way to pine forests. They even saw llamas, animals they had only heard about from their grandfather. To reach their aunt, they had one last desert to cross.
Luke could now walk on his own. It was their first time entering a desert. Before, they had taken the long way to their aunt’s place and never saw the desert. Night was falling.
—We’ve gotten through two nights, but I really don’t want to walk another one. My feet are so sore they don’t even remember what sitting or lying down feels like anymore.
—Okay, okay. Let’s set up camp and spend the night here.
The three brothers found a clearing and decided to set up camp there. As soon as Johnson placed the first block of the camp, the sand beneath them began to collapse. Before they could understand what was happening, they were buried in sand. When Mark opened his eyes, half his body was trapped in sand. Luke was in front of him, but Johnson was nowhere to be seen.
—Johnson!!! he shouted, but his voice only attracted the attention of nearby monsters. Spiders slowly descended into the pit where the brothers had fallen. Johnson was still nowhere to be seen, but they heard noises coming from the sand. They immediately started digging with their hands. When they dug out the sand, they found Johnson, covered in sand. When he opened his mouth to take a deep breath, sand spewed out. Hearing the spiders behind them, they readied their weapons. Just as a spider was about to jump on Mark, Luke's arrow struck a sand block.
There was also a zombie behind Luke. Mark took care of the zombie with his sword, repaying the favor. Then three spiders and one skeleton dropped into the pit. All of them were targeting Johnson. He forgot everything he had read in the books in an instant. He panicked, biting his nails, thinking, "What am I going to do now?" When three spiders leaped at him simultaneously, he crouched in fear, causing them to collide with each other. Angry at each other, the spiders started fighting. Johnson didn’t understand how he had survived the attack but was thankful nonetheless.
His brothers were fighting the other monsters. Mark slashed a zombie with his sword, but it disintegrated into dust thanks to Luke’s arrow. The sword passed through the dust and struck an Enderman standing behind. The Enderman, with its back turned, rotated its head 180 degrees. Angering an Enderman was the last thing Mark wanted, but it was too late. The Enderman opened its giant mouth and attacked Mark in a rage, hitting him twice in quick succession.
—Luke, shoot the Enderman! Hearing his brother's desperate cry, Luke fired an arrow. But before it could hit, the Enderman teleported away. Only two zombies, a skeleton, and a spider remained in the pit. Since no other monsters or Endermen appeared, they easily defeated them.
The three brothers rested for a while. There was a cave behind the pit they had fallen into. When Johnson looked inside, he saw a lot of iron. Caves were very dangerous; you never knew where a monster might come from. But the iron looked very tempting. He decided to take the risk and entered the cave. His brothers followed him. Luke was still not fully recovered and moved slowly. His brothers had left him behind. When Mark entered the cave, he realized Luke was missing and looked back. Luke was gone.
Johnson, focused on mining the iron, had forgotten about his brothers. He mined all the iron except one piece.
Mark, concerned about Luke, moved toward the pit to check on him. He looked around carefully. The full moon was at its peak, and everything was eerily silent. Then he heard a faint sound. To figure out what it was, he put his hand to his ear. The sound went like this:
—WHooooooohhh... I'm here to take you, Maaaark. Alone and feeling the weight of the silence, Mark started to tremble. He wouldn’t have been this scared if it had been a monster. The voice grew louder:
—WHoooooooohhh!!! You'll pay for leaving your wounded brother behind. The voice didn’t resemble any monster he knew. Monsters couldn’t talk anyway. Then Johnson's scream echoed from the cave. When Mark looked inside, Johnson was gone too. Both of his brothers had disappeared suddenly, and now he was hearing a ghostly voice.
—This must be my punishment for secretly eating my brothers' cookies. I failed to protect my brothers, and now a ghost is coming to take me to the Nether, he muttered. His fear grew, and he fainted.
One minute earlier, Johnson had been mining the last piece of iron. It was underneath him. But when he mined it, he realized he had broken the golden rule of mining: "Never break the block you're standing on."
With a scream, he fell to the lower level of the cave. It wasn’t very high. He quickly gathered himself and started building a way back up with dirt, but he hadn’t noticed that a spider was climbing up the dirt behind him. The moment he saw the spider, he lost his balance and fell to the ground. The spider prepared to jump on him. Meanwhile, a creeper was approaching. Screaming, he ran.
Two minutes earlier, Luke had looked at his brothers. "They’re moving ahead without even checking on their injured brother. What if a monster attacked me? And I don’t think that Enderman's anger has faded," he thought to himself. He climbed out of the pit carefully. The nearest monster was fifty blocks away.
—Let me play a prank on Mark, he said. Pranking Johnson wasn’t fun. He would immediately understand it was a joke and respond seriously with, "That wasn’t funny at all."
—WHoooooooohhh, he let out a ghostly sound and changed his voice to sound eerie. He repeated the sound a few more times. He was planning to go down and laugh at his brother's reaction. But the sound of teleportation behind him turned his joke into a nightmare. When he turned around, he saw a pitch-black body. When he looked up, he saw the glowing purple eyes of the Enderman.
Johnson, while running from the spider and the creeper, had forgotten where he had fallen. Several other monsters had started chasing him in the cave. He could make a way up, but not with so many monsters on his tail. He ran and ran, but eventually found himself at a dead end. Behind him were a zombie, a spider, a skeleton, and two creepers. The skeletons, having cornered him, were already aiming their bows.
Luke muttered to himself, "Please don’t let it be the Enderman I shot. Please don’t let it be him." The Enderman had forgotten the incident, but Luke thought:
—It’s best to attack before it hits me, he said and struck the Enderman, trying to hide somewhere out of its reach. But now the Enderman was angry again. It let out a piercing scream and teleported in front of Luke before he could escape. With a swift move, Luke dodged its attacks and managed to hide in a crevice on a hill. But the Enderman teleported right next to him, trying to grab him with its long arm. When it missed, it began to teleport around randomly, making Luke dizzy.
Finally, the Enderman trapped Luke against the rock and moved to strike. Luke shut his eyes, waiting for the blow.
When Mark opened his eyes, a disgusting face greeted him. He lifted his head and bumped right into that ugly face. He quickly moved away and looked to see who it was. It was a villager in purple clothes, with a black, upside-down funnel-shaped hat and gray skin.
“Hello, lad. I was just passing by and saw you lying in this freezing cold place. At least let me give you one of my poisoned apples so I can feel at ease.”
“A poisoned apple?”
“Poisoned, did I say? You misunderstood. I said good, not poisoned,” the villager tried to fool him. Inside, he muttered, “I always slip up at the same part.” He waved the apple in front of Mark’s face. Mark had never seen a villager wandering outside his village before, and he didn’t know this one was a witch. Johnson always said, “Don’t trust strangers.” It had been a long time since Mark had eaten anything. The apple looked very appealing. He glanced at the apple and thought about Johnson’s words.
Luke had been knocked down with a single blow. If the Enderman struck him again, he would die. Just as it was preparing to attack, it suddenly teleported. Then Luke heard a voice.
“Get out of here, you ugly thing!” The Enderman tried to teleport again to attack, but the person who had shouted swung an axe and killed it. Even in his semi-conscious state, Luke recognized the voice. It was his aunt. His eyes grew heavy, and slowly they began to close.
Johnson didn’t know what to do. He thought about the information he had read in the book. He remembered that creepers were blind in cave-like places, but that wasn’t going to help. He rummaged through his things. Finally, he found a flint and steel. He remembered that creepers could explode if set on fire. He took the flint, lit the creeper, and the explosion obliterated the creeper along with all the other monsters.
“Should I take the apple or not?” Mark wondered. The witch, growing impatient from waiting, yelled angrily:
“If you’re going to take the apple, then take it already!”
“Why are you so mad? I’m just thinking…” Mark said. The witch softened her tone.
“Am I mad? You must have misunderstood. I meant, please take the apple so I don’t get tired holding it,” she tried to recover. Mark thought to himself:
“I’ll take the apple and show it to Johnson. If he says it’s okay to eat, then I’ll eat it.” He took the apple. The witch waited a bit longer.
“Aren’t you going to eat it?”
“I’ve taken your apple, thanks. You can leave now.”
Mark had forgotten where his aunt’s house was. The witch followed him secretly, muttering to herself, “When is this kid going to eat the apple?” As Mark walked on, he saw a light between the end of the desert and the plains in the distance. It was the lights of a house. As he made his way toward it, a zombie blocked his path. Just as he stabbed the zombie with his sword, the witch crept up from behind and hit him with a stick. Mark was startled. Rubbing his head, he asked:
“Ow… Why did you hit me?”
The witch’s plan had gone wrong. She mumbled under her breath:
“You were supposed to pass out.” She raised the stick again. The sword was still stuck in the zombie. Mark searched his pockets for another weapon. Luckily, the stick didn’t hurt him much. Each time the witch struck, the stick bounced off Mark’s thick head and hit her own face. All Mark could find was the apple. He shoved it into the witch’s mouth and said:
“Here, take this.” He was trying to think of something cool to say, but nothing came to mind. The witch, mumbling “Help… heal…” fled like a villager who had seen a zombie. When Mark was sure the witch was gone, he ran toward the light. He didn’t want to deal with any more monsters.
Johnson made a staircase to get out of the cave. A short distance away, he saw a house. After a moment of thinking, he said:
“I remember. This is my Aunt Margaret’s house.” He ran inside. When he entered, his aunt was standing by a bed, and Luke was lying in it. When his aunt saw Johnson, she exclaimed:
“Johnson!! Look how much you’ve grown. Where’s your brother? Don’t tell me something’s happened to him too! Why did you leave Luke alone? An Enderman nearly killed him!” Johnson didn’t know what to say. His aunt spoke so fast she barely took a breath. Mark hadn’t arrived yet, either.
“Why are you just standing there? Sit down and tell me where Mark is. And why did you go out on your own? You’re still so young. Did you lose your brother?”
Mark had arrived and was eavesdropping by the door. He walked in and said mockingly:
“Who’s lost? Where are they lost? Where was I?”
When their aunt saw Mark, she squeezed him as tightly as she could and said:
“My sweet, precious Mark! You’ve grown up, wandering around at night all by yourself…” Mark could barely breathe. After she let him go, she squeezed his cheeks. Mark had always hated this.
“Where have you been? Auntie was so worried about you.”
“I was here, just didn’t come in so you could all worry a bit more… Of course, I was in the desert where you left me.”
Luke had regained consciousness and eaten the golden apple his aunt gave him. All his wounds healed quickly. He felt better than ever. Mark began to argue with his brother:
“I was stuck in that hole the whole time. You two were the ones who got lost.”
Luke called out from the back, “I’m healed!” But no one heard him. Luke shouted louder until he got everyone’s attention.
“You’re still hurt, Luke! Stay in bed!” they said.
“I’m healed. Can’t you see?”
Everyone was relieved.
“How?”
“My aunt’s apple…” But before he could finish his sentence, a swarm of spiders approached the house, making noise as they climbed up the walls. Their aunt shouted:
“Quick, close the door! Don’t let the spiders in!”
Mark replied, “They must’ve followed me. I came across a spider dungeon on the way. Don’t worry, they can’t get through one-block spaces,” and didn’t bother to close the door. The spiders jumped off the roof of the farmhouse, landing on the crops, smashing them. Aunt Margaret’s crops were being destroyed. Seeing the people inside, a creeper took advantage of the open door and entered. Even though the brothers tried to stop it, they couldn’t prevent it from exploding. The blast blew a hole in the wall, big enough for the spiders to crawl through.
“Would it kill you to close the door?!” Luke yelled.
Mark, now fighting spiders, retorted, “It’s just a small explosion; we didn’t die!”
“We almost could’ve died, and you’re the one who brought the spiders here!” Their aunt, sweating and fighting the spiders with two axes, shouted:
“Could you two argue later? We need help right now.”
“Come on, help us! There are too many spiders!”
“You’re fighting the spiders because of him! Don’t be mad at me; it’s all his fault.” Mark was about to say something when one of the spiders attacked him, silencing him. They killed the spiders one by one. When their numbers had dwindled, Johnson said:
“When I fell in the cave, I almost died. You didn’t even bother to look down before leaving.”
Luke replied, “You’re the one who abandoned me. I fainted from fear because of you! Then a villager tried to make me eat a poisoned apple.” The brothers argued for a while longer, sharing their experiences. After learning what had happened to each other, they fell silent. Their aunt finally spoke:
“It must’ve been a tiring day. I was cooking mutton for myself. Let’s eat together.” She handed the brothers some mutton. After they fixed the wall, they rested for a few hours. They planned to talk about their grandfather the next day. They went to bed in the guest room.
“I haven’t slept in so long. There’s nothing like a good rest.”
“So long? It’s only been three days at most. And you haven’t even fallen asleep yet. You should say that after you wake up…” Johnson, as usual, was correcting his brother’s mistakes, but Mark had already fallen asleep. He hadn’t listened to a word.
Although the brothers hoped to sleep until noon, their aunt woke them up when the sun had just begun to show itself.
-What's happening ?! Why did you wake us up at this hour?
—Spiders destroyed a lot of my crops. Help us plant new ones while you're at it. It's work I do every day, but it wouldn't be bad at all if I could get some help.
In order to avoid work, the brothers found small distractions and postponed work. The sun is up. Since the brothers could not find anything else to occupy themselves, they started working in the noon heat. While the brothers were working, Aunt Margret lay on her own sun lounger and enjoyed the sun. She was giving orders like "Plant here and dig there" from where she was lying. Mark:
"We were just going to help, but now our aunt is sleeping and we're doing all the work," she whined.
—We come here once every forty years anyway. Aren't you going to do something? Mark brashly:
"Yes," he replied.
-Let's do it while we rest. The weather is very hot.
-If we plant fifteen or twenty potatoes, they will grow. Should we rest for this? Let's get rid of the team. They planted the last crops and rested. Luke:
"Let's find out where the castle we came here for is, without giving us any more work," our aunt reminded us. They went to their aunt with the note in their hands.
-Well... Auntie, we were going to ask you something. The aunt sat up from where she lay. His eyes fell on the note. Or were they going to tell him what he was afraid of?
He immediately thought of something else to keep them busy.
-My wood stock has run out, if you could also collect wood... Mark objected before his brother could silence him.
-We came here for my grandfather and now we won't leave until we learn what we want! he said. Their grandfather John came here a month and a half ago and left this note to the aunt.
But the aunt threw the note into the river so that she would not drag the little children into her own dangerous adventures. He pretended not to know anything, just in case it wasn't the note they had in their possession.
-Is it your grandfather? Where is he? Although the brothers were surprised by this answer, Johnson said:
-If you didn't know anything, you would have asked where your grandfather was when we came here. You are hiding something
he objected.
-So you only come to your aunt when you're busy, huh? "I was happy that they missed their aunt," she said, crying. The brothers tried to lift his spirits. The aunt should have made the brothers forget about the note. He immediately wiped his tears and hugged his brothers. He secretly took the note from their hands while embracing them. So that they forget the note:
"If you collect wood, you will make me very happy," he said and handed them an axe. After the brothers cut down the first tree:
—What are we doing, where is the note? Our aunt is keeping us busy. Let's go and ask him, they said. Her aunts insisted on not telling the location of the castle.
—Live here with me. Safer for you. You are still very young.
—We need to find our grandfather. He needs our help.
-That crazy grandfather of yours is trying to do big things. You cannot help him. Why did he call his grandfathers crazy? And where could their grandfather be going? Cut it short:
"We must learn the location of the castle," they said.
—I won't tell you where his friend, who is also crazy, lives.
"If you don't tell us, we will search everywhere until we find it," they said. The aunt wanted to object, but the brothers were very serious when they said the last thing. When he found the brothers, their situation was not good at all. If they tried to search everywhere, they might die without finding anything. He couldn't force them to live here either. Then he thought that the crazy knight would dissuade his brothers.
He brought a map from his room and told me where the place was.
—The knight you are looking for is here in Snow Mountain. It used to be called the Snow Kingdom, but after the certain incident, all the kingdoms disappeared... Okay, did you get what you wanted? You can't get any other information from me anymore.
-Where did our grandfather go? Say that too,
Even though they insisted, their aunt did not say anything. They took the food their aunt had prepared for the road and left.
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—Are you sure you can keep going?
—Let's meet our grandfather as soon as possible. Every second we lose works against us.
Even though they were moving slowly, they headed towards their aunt's place. Since they had gone there before with their grandfather, they knew the way.
By the time it was completely dark, their house had disappeared into the distance. Slowly, monsters began to appear. They couldn't fight monsters all night. They needed to make a safe place for themselves. Johnson dug a hole and made a small room.
—We’ll spend the night here. Mark wanted to fight all night.
—But why? he objected.
—It's the first time we’re spending a night away from home. It's too dangerous outside.
—But we can’t do anything in there; it’s so boring.
—Your brother hasn’t even recovered yet.
—He’ll eat and recover now.
—Mark! he snapped sharply. They didn’t want to risk their lives just because Mark was bored.
—But I can’t sleep without a bed.
—Missing sleep for one night shouldn’t be a problem, I think. Luke felt uneasy about being a burden to his brothers, so he said:
—Let’s go during the night too. Don’t worry about me. We can survive one night.
While they were talking, a skeleton approached. It had drawn its bow and was aiming at them. They needed to protect Luke. Mark ran towards the skeleton to distract it, while Johnson rummaged through the mysterious room’s books, looking for advice. If Luke were well, he would have killed the skeleton in two seconds.
—Don’t run straight at a skeleton. Zigzag and jump at its head. Mark followed the advice. The skeleton shot three arrows, but only one hit. The arrow struck his waist. Ignoring the pain, he attacked the skeleton. It was easily defeated. Surprised, he asked Johnson:
—You’ve never killed a skeleton before. How did you come up with that tactic?
—Trade secret, Johnson boasted, but since he couldn’t fight, his tactics were only useful to others.
Luke and Mark's insistence finally convinced them to continue walking. They walked for hours. Luke tried to walk on his own several times but failed. The night was full of monsters. None of them could withstand Johnson's tactics or Mark’s strength. They traveled through biomes of dry grass and giant trees, all the way to pine forests. They even saw llamas, animals they had only heard about from their grandfather. To reach their aunt, they had one last desert to cross.
Luke could now walk on his own. It was their first time entering a desert. Before, they had taken the long way to their aunt’s place and never saw the desert. Night was falling.
—We’ve gotten through two nights, but I really don’t want to walk another one. My feet are so sore they don’t even remember what sitting or lying down feels like anymore.
—Okay, okay. Let’s set up camp and spend the night here.
The three brothers found a clearing and decided to set up camp there. As soon as Johnson placed the first block of the camp, the sand beneath them began to collapse. Before they could understand what was happening, they were buried in sand. When Mark opened his eyes, half his body was trapped in sand. Luke was in front of him, but Johnson was nowhere to be seen.
—Johnson!!! he shouted, but his voice only attracted the attention of nearby monsters. Spiders slowly descended into the pit where the brothers had fallen. Johnson was still nowhere to be seen, but they heard noises coming from the sand. They immediately started digging with their hands. When they dug out the sand, they found Johnson, covered in sand. When he opened his mouth to take a deep breath, sand spewed out. Hearing the spiders behind them, they readied their weapons. Just as a spider was about to jump on Mark, Luke's arrow struck a sand block.
There was also a zombie behind Luke. Mark took care of the zombie with his sword, repaying the favor. Then three spiders and one skeleton dropped into the pit. All of them were targeting Johnson. He forgot everything he had read in the books in an instant. He panicked, biting his nails, thinking, "What am I going to do now?" When three spiders leaped at him simultaneously, he crouched in fear, causing them to collide with each other. Angry at each other, the spiders started fighting. Johnson didn’t understand how he had survived the attack but was thankful nonetheless.
His brothers were fighting the other monsters. Mark slashed a zombie with his sword, but it disintegrated into dust thanks to Luke’s arrow. The sword passed through the dust and struck an Enderman standing behind. The Enderman, with its back turned, rotated its head 180 degrees. Angering an Enderman was the last thing Mark wanted, but it was too late. The Enderman opened its giant mouth and attacked Mark in a rage, hitting him twice in quick succession.
—Luke, shoot the Enderman! Hearing his brother's desperate cry, Luke fired an arrow. But before it could hit, the Enderman teleported away. Only two zombies, a skeleton, and a spider remained in the pit. Since no other monsters or Endermen appeared, they easily defeated them.
The three brothers rested for a while. There was a cave behind the pit they had fallen into. When Johnson looked inside, he saw a lot of iron. Caves were very dangerous; you never knew where a monster might come from. But the iron looked very tempting. He decided to take the risk and entered the cave. His brothers followed him. Luke was still not fully recovered and moved slowly. His brothers had left him behind. When Mark entered the cave, he realized Luke was missing and looked back. Luke was gone.
Johnson, focused on mining the iron, had forgotten about his brothers. He mined all the iron except one piece.
Mark, concerned about Luke, moved toward the pit to check on him. He looked around carefully. The full moon was at its peak, and everything was eerily silent. Then he heard a faint sound. To figure out what it was, he put his hand to his ear. The sound went like this:
—WHooooooohhh... I'm here to take you, Maaaark. Alone and feeling the weight of the silence, Mark started to tremble. He wouldn’t have been this scared if it had been a monster. The voice grew louder:
—WHoooooooohhh!!! You'll pay for leaving your wounded brother behind. The voice didn’t resemble any monster he knew. Monsters couldn’t talk anyway. Then Johnson's scream echoed from the cave. When Mark looked inside, Johnson was gone too. Both of his brothers had disappeared suddenly, and now he was hearing a ghostly voice.
—This must be my punishment for secretly eating my brothers' cookies. I failed to protect my brothers, and now a ghost is coming to take me to the Nether, he muttered. His fear grew, and he fainted.
One minute earlier, Johnson had been mining the last piece of iron. It was underneath him. But when he mined it, he realized he had broken the golden rule of mining: "Never break the block you're standing on."
With a scream, he fell to the lower level of the cave. It wasn’t very high. He quickly gathered himself and started building a way back up with dirt, but he hadn’t noticed that a spider was climbing up the dirt behind him. The moment he saw the spider, he lost his balance and fell to the ground. The spider prepared to jump on him. Meanwhile, a creeper was approaching. Screaming, he ran.
Two minutes earlier, Luke had looked at his brothers. "They’re moving ahead without even checking on their injured brother. What if a monster attacked me? And I don’t think that Enderman's anger has faded," he thought to himself. He climbed out of the pit carefully. The nearest monster was fifty blocks away.
—Let me play a prank on Mark, he said. Pranking Johnson wasn’t fun. He would immediately understand it was a joke and respond seriously with, "That wasn’t funny at all."
—WHoooooooohhh, he let out a ghostly sound and changed his voice to sound eerie. He repeated the sound a few more times. He was planning to go down and laugh at his brother's reaction. But the sound of teleportation behind him turned his joke into a nightmare. When he turned around, he saw a pitch-black body. When he looked up, he saw the glowing purple eyes of the Enderman.
Johnson, while running from the spider and the creeper, had forgotten where he had fallen. Several other monsters had started chasing him in the cave. He could make a way up, but not with so many monsters on his tail. He ran and ran, but eventually found himself at a dead end. Behind him were a zombie, a spider, a skeleton, and two creepers. The skeletons, having cornered him, were already aiming their bows.
Luke muttered to himself, "Please don’t let it be the Enderman I shot. Please don’t let it be him." The Enderman had forgotten the incident, but Luke thought:
—It’s best to attack before it hits me, he said and struck the Enderman, trying to hide somewhere out of its reach. But now the Enderman was angry again. It let out a piercing scream and teleported in front of Luke before he could escape. With a swift move, Luke dodged its attacks and managed to hide in a crevice on a hill. But the Enderman teleported right next to him, trying to grab him with its long arm. When it missed, it began to teleport around randomly, making Luke dizzy.
Finally, the Enderman trapped Luke against the rock and moved to strike. Luke shut his eyes, waiting for the blow.
When Mark opened his eyes, a disgusting face greeted him. He lifted his head and bumped right into that ugly face. He quickly moved away and looked to see who it was. It was a villager in purple clothes, with a black, upside-down funnel-shaped hat and gray skin.
“Hello, lad. I was just passing by and saw you lying in this freezing cold place. At least let me give you one of my poisoned apples so I can feel at ease.”
“A poisoned apple?”
“Poisoned, did I say? You misunderstood. I said good, not poisoned,” the villager tried to fool him. Inside, he muttered, “I always slip up at the same part.” He waved the apple in front of Mark’s face. Mark had never seen a villager wandering outside his village before, and he didn’t know this one was a witch. Johnson always said, “Don’t trust strangers.” It had been a long time since Mark had eaten anything. The apple looked very appealing. He glanced at the apple and thought about Johnson’s words.
Luke had been knocked down with a single blow. If the Enderman struck him again, he would die. Just as it was preparing to attack, it suddenly teleported. Then Luke heard a voice.
“Get out of here, you ugly thing!” The Enderman tried to teleport again to attack, but the person who had shouted swung an axe and killed it. Even in his semi-conscious state, Luke recognized the voice. It was his aunt. His eyes grew heavy, and slowly they began to close.
Johnson didn’t know what to do. He thought about the information he had read in the book. He remembered that creepers were blind in cave-like places, but that wasn’t going to help. He rummaged through his things. Finally, he found a flint and steel. He remembered that creepers could explode if set on fire. He took the flint, lit the creeper, and the explosion obliterated the creeper along with all the other monsters.
“Should I take the apple or not?” Mark wondered. The witch, growing impatient from waiting, yelled angrily:
“If you’re going to take the apple, then take it already!”
“Why are you so mad? I’m just thinking…” Mark said. The witch softened her tone.
“Am I mad? You must have misunderstood. I meant, please take the apple so I don’t get tired holding it,” she tried to recover. Mark thought to himself:
“I’ll take the apple and show it to Johnson. If he says it’s okay to eat, then I’ll eat it.” He took the apple. The witch waited a bit longer.
“Aren’t you going to eat it?”
“I’ve taken your apple, thanks. You can leave now.”
Mark had forgotten where his aunt’s house was. The witch followed him secretly, muttering to herself, “When is this kid going to eat the apple?” As Mark walked on, he saw a light between the end of the desert and the plains in the distance. It was the lights of a house. As he made his way toward it, a zombie blocked his path. Just as he stabbed the zombie with his sword, the witch crept up from behind and hit him with a stick. Mark was startled. Rubbing his head, he asked:
“Ow… Why did you hit me?”
The witch’s plan had gone wrong. She mumbled under her breath:
“You were supposed to pass out.” She raised the stick again. The sword was still stuck in the zombie. Mark searched his pockets for another weapon. Luckily, the stick didn’t hurt him much. Each time the witch struck, the stick bounced off Mark’s thick head and hit her own face. All Mark could find was the apple. He shoved it into the witch’s mouth and said:
“Here, take this.” He was trying to think of something cool to say, but nothing came to mind. The witch, mumbling “Help… heal…” fled like a villager who had seen a zombie. When Mark was sure the witch was gone, he ran toward the light. He didn’t want to deal with any more monsters.
Johnson made a staircase to get out of the cave. A short distance away, he saw a house. After a moment of thinking, he said:
“I remember. This is my Aunt Margaret’s house.” He ran inside. When he entered, his aunt was standing by a bed, and Luke was lying in it. When his aunt saw Johnson, she exclaimed:
“Johnson!! Look how much you’ve grown. Where’s your brother? Don’t tell me something’s happened to him too! Why did you leave Luke alone? An Enderman nearly killed him!” Johnson didn’t know what to say. His aunt spoke so fast she barely took a breath. Mark hadn’t arrived yet, either.
“Why are you just standing there? Sit down and tell me where Mark is. And why did you go out on your own? You’re still so young. Did you lose your brother?”
Mark had arrived and was eavesdropping by the door. He walked in and said mockingly:
“Who’s lost? Where are they lost? Where was I?”
When their aunt saw Mark, she squeezed him as tightly as she could and said:
“My sweet, precious Mark! You’ve grown up, wandering around at night all by yourself…” Mark could barely breathe. After she let him go, she squeezed his cheeks. Mark had always hated this.
“Where have you been? Auntie was so worried about you.”
“I was here, just didn’t come in so you could all worry a bit more… Of course, I was in the desert where you left me.”
Luke had regained consciousness and eaten the golden apple his aunt gave him. All his wounds healed quickly. He felt better than ever. Mark began to argue with his brother:
“I was stuck in that hole the whole time. You two were the ones who got lost.”
Luke called out from the back, “I’m healed!” But no one heard him. Luke shouted louder until he got everyone’s attention.
“You’re still hurt, Luke! Stay in bed!” they said.
“I’m healed. Can’t you see?”
Everyone was relieved.
“How?”
“My aunt’s apple…” But before he could finish his sentence, a swarm of spiders approached the house, making noise as they climbed up the walls. Their aunt shouted:
“Quick, close the door! Don’t let the spiders in!”
Mark replied, “They must’ve followed me. I came across a spider dungeon on the way. Don’t worry, they can’t get through one-block spaces,” and didn’t bother to close the door. The spiders jumped off the roof of the farmhouse, landing on the crops, smashing them. Aunt Margaret’s crops were being destroyed. Seeing the people inside, a creeper took advantage of the open door and entered. Even though the brothers tried to stop it, they couldn’t prevent it from exploding. The blast blew a hole in the wall, big enough for the spiders to crawl through.
“Would it kill you to close the door?!” Luke yelled.
Mark, now fighting spiders, retorted, “It’s just a small explosion; we didn’t die!”
“We almost could’ve died, and you’re the one who brought the spiders here!” Their aunt, sweating and fighting the spiders with two axes, shouted:
“Could you two argue later? We need help right now.”
“Come on, help us! There are too many spiders!”
“You’re fighting the spiders because of him! Don’t be mad at me; it’s all his fault.” Mark was about to say something when one of the spiders attacked him, silencing him. They killed the spiders one by one. When their numbers had dwindled, Johnson said:
“When I fell in the cave, I almost died. You didn’t even bother to look down before leaving.”
Luke replied, “You’re the one who abandoned me. I fainted from fear because of you! Then a villager tried to make me eat a poisoned apple.” The brothers argued for a while longer, sharing their experiences. After learning what had happened to each other, they fell silent. Their aunt finally spoke:
“It must’ve been a tiring day. I was cooking mutton for myself. Let’s eat together.” She handed the brothers some mutton. After they fixed the wall, they rested for a few hours. They planned to talk about their grandfather the next day. They went to bed in the guest room.
“I haven’t slept in so long. There’s nothing like a good rest.”
“So long? It’s only been three days at most. And you haven’t even fallen asleep yet. You should say that after you wake up…” Johnson, as usual, was correcting his brother’s mistakes, but Mark had already fallen asleep. He hadn’t listened to a word.
Although the brothers hoped to sleep until noon, their aunt woke them up when the sun had just begun to show itself.
-What's happening ?! Why did you wake us up at this hour?
—Spiders destroyed a lot of my crops. Help us plant new ones while you're at it. It's work I do every day, but it wouldn't be bad at all if I could get some help.
In order to avoid work, the brothers found small distractions and postponed work. The sun is up. Since the brothers could not find anything else to occupy themselves, they started working in the noon heat. While the brothers were working, Aunt Margret lay on her own sun lounger and enjoyed the sun. She was giving orders like "Plant here and dig there" from where she was lying. Mark:
"We were just going to help, but now our aunt is sleeping and we're doing all the work," she whined.
—We come here once every forty years anyway. Aren't you going to do something? Mark brashly:
"Yes," he replied.
-Let's do it while we rest. The weather is very hot.
-If we plant fifteen or twenty potatoes, they will grow. Should we rest for this? Let's get rid of the team. They planted the last crops and rested. Luke:
"Let's find out where the castle we came here for is, without giving us any more work," our aunt reminded us. They went to their aunt with the note in their hands.
-Well... Auntie, we were going to ask you something. The aunt sat up from where she lay. His eyes fell on the note. Or were they going to tell him what he was afraid of?
He immediately thought of something else to keep them busy.
-My wood stock has run out, if you could also collect wood... Mark objected before his brother could silence him.
-We came here for my grandfather and now we won't leave until we learn what we want! he said. Their grandfather John came here a month and a half ago and left this note to the aunt.
But the aunt threw the note into the river so that she would not drag the little children into her own dangerous adventures. He pretended not to know anything, just in case it wasn't the note they had in their possession.
-Is it your grandfather? Where is he? Although the brothers were surprised by this answer, Johnson said:
-If you didn't know anything, you would have asked where your grandfather was when we came here. You are hiding something
he objected.
-So you only come to your aunt when you're busy, huh? "I was happy that they missed their aunt," she said, crying. The brothers tried to lift his spirits. The aunt should have made the brothers forget about the note. He immediately wiped his tears and hugged his brothers. He secretly took the note from their hands while embracing them. So that they forget the note:
"If you collect wood, you will make me very happy," he said and handed them an axe. After the brothers cut down the first tree:
—What are we doing, where is the note? Our aunt is keeping us busy. Let's go and ask him, they said. Her aunts insisted on not telling the location of the castle.
—Live here with me. Safer for you. You are still very young.
—We need to find our grandfather. He needs our help.
-That crazy grandfather of yours is trying to do big things. You cannot help him. Why did he call his grandfathers crazy? And where could their grandfather be going? Cut it short:
"We must learn the location of the castle," they said.
—I won't tell you where his friend, who is also crazy, lives.
"If you don't tell us, we will search everywhere until we find it," they said. The aunt wanted to object, but the brothers were very serious when they said the last thing. When he found the brothers, their situation was not good at all. If they tried to search everywhere, they might die without finding anything. He couldn't force them to live here either. Then he thought that the crazy knight would dissuade his brothers.
He brought a map from his room and told me where the place was.
—The knight you are looking for is here in Snow Mountain. It used to be called the Snow Kingdom, but after the certain incident, all the kingdoms disappeared... Okay, did you get what you wanted? You can't get any other information from me anymore.
-Where did our grandfather go? Say that too,
Even though they insisted, their aunt did not say anything. They took the food their aunt had prepared for the road and left.
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