The Complete Elementia Chronicles: Quest for Justice; The New Order; The Dusk of Hope; Herobrine’s Message. Sean Wolfe Fay
AWA
I have arrived at the secret catacombs but I have discovered no treasure. Through examination of the premises, however, I found a log of the King’s that says that he moved the secret stash to a mysterious alternate dimension known as the End, where it will be much safer and better protected. I also learned that he has given up his operating powers. That is good. It will make him much easier to kill when I do build up an army.
5 AWA
I have met with a group of low-level players, living together in a group in the Southern Tundra Biome. I am still looking for the entrance to the End, but the Eyes of Ender suggest that it is somewhere around here. Hopefully I will manage to convince these players to help me overthrow the King.
Stan flipped to the next page. It was blank.
“It stops there,” he said, tossing the book back on the crafting table.
“So the secret stash is somewhere called the End,” said Kat, looking confused. “Do you know what that is, Charlie?”
“Beats me,” he said, looking down. “The only alternate dimension I was aware of in this game was the Nether.”
“Forget the secret stash for a second,” said Stan slowly. Something didn’t add up. Why did the book just stop like that? He asked the other two what they thought.
“I dunno,” shrugged Kat. “Maybe he just got bored of writing in his little diary.”
“Or maybe he was killed,” suggested Charlie.
Stan was about to voice his opinion, but he was cut off by evil laughter emanating from behind him.
Stan whipped around, as did Kat and Charlie. There, dressed in full diamond battle armour with a diamond sword in his hand, stood Mr A, his black sunglasses dangerously glinting in the torchlight, a sly smile creeping onto his face.
Stan braced himself for a fight with his shovel, strongly wishing that he still had an axe. Charlie drew his pickaxe and Kat her bow, both braced for battle. All three of them sat ill at ease. They knew that with their limited armour and less-than-ideal weaponry, they would be lucky to make it out alive.
Mr A laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you … yet,” he said, putting his sword away and smiling. “I think that it would be a shame for you to come all this way and not at least hear the conclusion of the story of Avery007, wouldn’t you agree?”
Stan was caught off guard. He lowered his shovel for a moment. “What are you talking about? How do you know the story of Avery007?”
“Because I knew Avery007,” replied Mr A quietly. “He was like a brother to me.”
There was a stunned silence. Charlie stared at Mr A, convinced that he was insane. Stan’s face took on a mask of one trying to process this implausible information. Kat, on the other hand, merely laughed and said, “Ha! Nice try, buddy. Even if I believed for a second that that was remotely possible, from what I understand Avery was a friend of lower-level players. You, on the other hand, if you recall, have tried to attack us multiple times. Somehow, I don’t think you two would have gotten along very well.”
Mr A’s face contorted with rage, and he drew his sword again. “Fine! Don’t believe me! Then let me tell you what happened! It just so happens that after he met those worms that you read about in that book, Adam tried to raise an army with them to overthrow the King. When he told them his idea, they figured that he was a dangerous madman and beat him to death with their stone tools. Just like that, Adam711 was gone from this server, like Avery007!
“And so now, I have made it my sole duty to dispose of all the worthless lower-level scum on this server: the citizens whom my friend tried to help, the citizens who turned on him in his hour of need. The citizens who truly are the bane of Minecraft!”
Mr A was screaming now, the vein in his head popping. He gave an almighty scream, “And now you die!” Then he rushed in with his sword, straight towards Charlie.
All four warriors attacked at the same time. Mr A thrust his sword at Charlie’s heart. Charlie threw his pickaxe at Mr A’s head. Stan swung his shovel’s blade towards the front of Mr A’s stomach. Kat fired an arrow aimed at a chink in Mr A’s chestplate. The arrow missed and knocked the sword to the side, causing it to strike Stan’s iron chestplate, which shattered on impact. The pickaxe missed its mark and embedded itself in the wall, and the shovel flew up and knocked Mr A’s helmet off.
Stan and Charlie scrambled to recover their weapons. Stan could see that Mr A was dizzied by the blow to the head, while he himself felt like he was about to throw up from the blow to his stomach. Still he snatched up his shovel and ran back in to engage Mr A, but he stopped short when he saw that Mr A was already taking heavy fire from Kat. Her never-ending supply of arrows flew out of her bow rapid fire, glancing off the diamond of Mr A’s armour and knocking him backwards into the wall.
“Hey guys! I think we may have a problem here!” Stan heard Charlie yell. He turned towards Charlie and saw that his diamond pickaxe had hit a button on the wall next to a bookshelf. Simultaneously, he heard a rumbling coming from above him. Seconds later, the roof exploded and sand blocks fell down into the room, burying the entire underground bunker in a vortex of darkness and coarse, grainy earth.
Stan found himself buried. He couldn’t judge which way was up or down, and he couldn’t breathe inside the coarse blocks. He slowly realized that he still had his shovel in his hand. He came to his senses and punched around with it, finally figuring out which way was up. He dug up quickly, and just when he thought he couldn’t hold his breath any longer, he punched his way into the fresh air.
It was afternoon, and Stan had never thought that he would be as grateful for the sight of the blocky clouds in the blue sky as he was at that moment. He took deep breaths of the fresh air, amazed that, after all that had happened in the past day underground, he was still alive.
Then he remembered his friends; they were nowhere to be found. Stan was about to panic when he heard a barking behind him. He turned and saw Rex trotting around in the sand next to him. Stan was puzzled. How did the dog get out? Then he remembered that the dog was able to teleport to wherever Kat was. So if the dog had teleported aboveground, that could only mean that …
Sure enough, at that moment he heard a fist punching through sand, and Kat surfaced, breathing heavily from the effort. She looked at Stan.
“Don’t ever let me hear you complaining about that shovel again!” she panted, down on her hands and knees trying to catch her breath. “It let you tunnel up way faster than this useless thing!” She held up the stone pickaxe.
Stan was about to reply when Lemon appeared in front of him, followed seconds later by Charlie’s diamond pickaxe punching its way out of the ground. Unlike Kat, though, Charlie wasn’t breathing heavily at all.
“Nice going, Charlie,” spat Kat.
“Yeah, honestly man, of all the places on that wall that you could have hit, why the button that destroyed the place?”
“Nice to see you, too,” Charlie sighed, wiping the excess sand off his clothes. “And you should be thanking me. For one, I probably trapped Mr A down there, too. I don’t think he’ll manage to get out of this one alive. He was already pretty weak from Stan’s shovel attack. And for two, I managed to grab this!”
He pulled out a book from his inventory. The title read The Nether and the End: How to Get There.
Kat’s jaw dropped, and Stan asked in amazement, “Charlie! Where’d you get that?”
“Oh, I saw it