Hello fellow minecrafters! This is chapter two of a story i have been creating, so be sure to read chapter one before this! Im not an expert writer, so advise from the pros would be great! Also, I cant make these quickly because im such a low level. I can only post once every 24 hours, so please comment and diamond for these to come out faster! Thank you for your time, and without further adue, here is ch 2!



Steve awoke to the sound a loud voice and banging on the door.



o Hello! Is anyone in there?!?o A young male voice shouted from outside. o Open up or we will have to destroy this house!o



Steve grabbed his sword and put on his helmet. With the golden helmet on, he felt a strange sense of safety. A sense that he could fight off anyone who challenged him because the voice said it would help him. Steve quickly scarfed down a steak and slowly got up.



Steve stepped out into the glistening sunlight with the sun bouncing off his helmet. In front of him stood six soldiers who had different looks from him, but the same body shape.



o In the name of our king, Horld, you are under arrest for owning a weapon and threatening his loyal soldiers in the territory of Bishok!o the soldier who seemed to be in charge said shakily.



Steve said a little prayer in his head, glanced at his blade, then lunged forward stabbing into the nearest soldier. He fell to the ground, dead. The one in charge whispered something in the ear of the soldier next to him. That one took off running down the path.



Two at once charged forward and swung at Steve. He quickly sidestepped out of the way, and then sliced one of them across the chest. He parried another blow, but Steve was quickly tiring out. He missed the quick lunge that the leader did, and felt blood coming out of his shoulder.



Steve slowly toppled down to the ground. He wished that these stupid soldiers would have just left him alone. He felt anger at them for attacking him. Something strange welled up within him. A gift from the voice. Steve got up and shouted some words he forgot as soon as he uttered them. The soldiers all got lit on fire and slowly burned to death.



The last thing Steve saw before he blacked out was an image in his head. The image was of a kind man who looked to be helpful, and yet strong. He reminded Steve of a father, maybe even his. He was smiling at Steve, and in that moment, three words were uttered in Steveo s head that he would never forget.



o I am Notcho