Inherited (EDITING)

Chapter 25

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the game 'Minecraft'. I only own this AU series.
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"Hey kid! Don't wander off and stay with your family!"

Jason yelled to the boy who was really interested in a pile of flowers. The boy turned and nodded, running off to join the group. Jason sighed, leading villagers to their new home was actually tiring. He led his horse forward, watching out for the villagers. Other soldiers were scattered to keep an eye on the villagers, several kids kept on wandering off.

He turned when someone called him. Ty was riding towards him, maroon eyes filled with worry. Jason frowned and asked, "Ty, what's wrong? Did someone get lost?"

Ty sighed and said, "No, Rive smelled mobs ahead of us. You need to send out a few of the soldiers to kill or drive them off."

Jason groaned and replied, "Alright, I'll go with two others. Take over for me. If I don't return in half an hour send someone out for me."

Ty gave a quick nod and Jason galloped away to fetch two of his squad mates.

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Lord Bergensten paced around his room. Well, it was the room of the late King Markus Alexej Persson. He was clearing out a few of his things so he could move in. Jeb had cleared out the desk and closet but he found a trunk underneath the bed. It was locked and he was curious of its contents. He sighed and unsheathed his sword. He put a foot on the trunk and raised his sword. He brought it down with all his strength and he was relieved when the padlock broke and fell off.

It was rusty anyways.

He opened it and winced at the dust. He covered his nose and blew some off, creating a temporary cloud of dust which faded away. He gasped, there was a ton of stuff in it. There was an inscription carved on the lid.

'Blast to the past!'
'Too fun, Markus. Tone it down.'

He could recognize the second's carving's style just a little bit. It was cursive and neat. The first one was obviously Markus, but clearly when he was a little younger. He had ridiculous penmanship, but he gradually improved. Memories of the past slowly made Jeb feel the sweet, sweet feeling of nostalgia. He smiled softly to himself.

Those happy memories were plagued with bad ones, and Jeb sighed. The murders began and their dear friend and brother was sentenced to death. Markus told him about it and he took Hero's side. He truly believed that despite the past deaths Herobrine had made, he would never intend to kill someone innocent. There was something deeper and Markus knew. Too bad he did not tell Jeb before he died.

The first thing he spotted was a bright blue cape. He grabbed it and laid it out on the carpet, it looked like Markus' brown cape and it had the royal creeper sign. It was made of the finest silk Minecraftia could provide. He folded it and looked inside. He reached in and brushed against something bulky. He pulled it out and found a... Diary?

He read it, the same cursive and neat familiar handwriting and it seemed like an observation diary of mysterious stuff. It talked about teleportation, summoning creatures and all that weird stuff. Jeb knew the magic folk really well, but he was pretty sure they did not delve into these kinds of magics. There was no name but there were dates. It had been over 10 years ago that this book was written. 

He put it aside and found a picture frame. It had a total of four people. Two adults with two children, both young boys. All of them seem so happy, together and strong. He took a look at the adult female, the mother. She has her golden brown hair tied and hung loose on her right shoulder. She has pale skin with deep dark blue eyes. She was just so beautiful. And vaguely familiar.