They were gone. At first we spent some time looking around in hope that we could find them, but soon it was clear that they were gone. There was no finding Maria and Art. Herobrine had taken them, and he had left a message.
What did it mean that he needed them more than we did? Didn't he know how much I needed Maria?
"Ender," said Rax, patting me on the shoulder, "it's time to begin."
Dawn was breaking over the mountains, the square sun rising over a range of cubic peaks. I hefted my bow and slung it over my chest. Now was the morning, and it meant that we were going to continue after Herobrine.
He or one of his henchmen had been here recently to steal the girls and leave that message, so his fortress couldn't be too far away.
Bradley, Braden, Rax, and I began our trek. It wasn't as hard as the day before, but this time we held down by the new loss.
For three days we went on like this, rarely talking, simply traveling. All we could do was press on. We hunted the sheep and cows easily found in the mountains and fought off the wolves we wished weren't there at all.
Eventually the mountains stooped to low, rolling hills, full of grazing animals and surrounded by oak woods. It took me a few hours of being in this biome for it to finally hit me that we were out of the Mountains of Moran.
That night was the softest of all to bear. We rested in tall grass under the shade of large acacia trees.
Then the next day, as we were traveling through the fields, we found what we had been looking for.
"Guys, look at this!" I called to my friends. The gamma sensor was going out of control, bleeping and screeching. Its little arrow seemed fixed on a point.
"It's pointing to that farmhouse," Braden said, motioning to a small looking shack surrounded by a peaceful yard or daisies.
A cow bellowed behind me. I didn't understand. Why was Herobrine hiding out in this kind and calm place, surrounded by sheep and tranquility?
"What is Herobrine doing here?" I asked.
Bradley shrugged. "I suppose it's our job to find out."
We made our way to the farmhouse. Our weapons drawn, we opened door, expecting to see a monster, but instead found something, or someone, else.
A farmboy, no older than 17 glanced up at us and he calmly cleaned the floor.
...
Gregor was ecstatic.
He had finally done something to harm Herobrine and his forces. He, Jane, Ben, Lora, Ridge, and Grace made their way to another town, where they planned their next attack on the guards.
"So this town is in a valley, correct?" Jane confirmed. The pub around them was loud and noisy, as they normally are. People cheered and alchemy sets rested in the corner as brewers tried to make new things to give people nausea.
"Yes it's in a valley, you walked down it," said Ben.
Jane rolled her eyes and Gregor laughed at the two friends. Although he couldn't deny that he was feeling something for Jane, he wasn't worried Ben would steal her away.
"So how do you think we could most effectively loosen the guard's control of this place?" The town was called Ancravallis and the people seemed wild, but poor. Jane stared her friends down, as if she expected the perfect answer from each of them. It made Gregor want to laugh.
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Minecraft: a Redemption
Fanfiction[sequel to the wattpad award winning book, minecraft: a novel] All was lost. All was taken. But don't worry. We can get it back again. [second book in the minecraft trilogy]