Minecraft LIFE Rewrite/Au. (In Progress.)

Chapter 5

Ryan continued to read to himself after pausing for a bit. "Water users can manipulate water. Water users have been around for over seven thousand years. It is one of the first runes to come into existence. Over the years, they have been one of the strongest ones to exist since water is everywhere." Ryan then looked at the image below, showing an old drawing of a water user holding up water. "Huh. Is it that old? Well, it makes sense if you think about it." Ryan then continues reading onto the next page. "By far, they can make mist, rain, snow, ice, move water, and possibly even bend human bodies. Although no one has done it before recorded in the book."

  "No one has done the bending of a human being before, particularly unheard of to do so as not many water users have done this. Weird, I could ask Petra if he tried to do it. I think it's because they haven't thought of it before!" Ryan spoke to himself out loud as he continued to read the book. Ryan was thinking of dropping by a visit to see Petra, the academy's dean, to ask him some questions about the water rune. After 6:30 a.m., he got up and put the book away after reading about three chapters. He stretches his arms and back. He feels exhausted from the workout, "so...much swinging..." He lays flat on the bed from his sore body. He smells like dirt and sweat. He then hears the sound of Mr. Oinkers oinking coming into his room to see him. Mr.Oinkers sniffs his hand. He looks at him and tells him to shower since he is sweaty.

     "Later, Mr.Oinkers. I'm too tired." He touches the nose of Mr.Oinker but then feels his sleeve get tugged, and he gets pulled off the bed onto the ground with a loud thud. "Ow! What the heck!" He rubbed his shoulder and sat up. "I'm starting to get tired of that," Ryan adjusted his glasses as he got up. Mr. Oinkers then tells Ryan to go, squealing at him. "Alright, alright! Sheesh, it's like- not that bad, right?" He smells himself hesitantly and does a shocked facial expression after smelling himself.

     "Oh, jeez. You are right, I do SMELL." He shook his head and looked through his drawer for clothing to relax in. Ryan found a plain gray shirt and black shorts, "This shall suffice for now." Ryan went into the bathroom and showered until he didn't smell anymore. After 20 minutes, he comes out while drying off his hair with a separate towel, "Clean, clean, body clean." He says to himself in a sing-tone voice. Ryan then grabs a brush that he had on the couch lying around. He picks up the hairbrush and brushes out his very tangled hair since he doesn't brush it. His hair is very curly since he is ginger, and his hair is a bright orange color, very bright colored.

    He struggles to brush the tangled hair out as he holds a piece of his hair to brush out the knots. "Ow, ow, ow." Eventually, he gets his hair brushed out. Ryan's hair looks curlier now than before, all unbrushed. "I should clean the place up more. It's all dusty. I should have cleaning supplies in the kitchen." Ryan goes into the kitchen and looks around in the drawers, but while looking for cleaning supplies, an old photo stuck on top underneath from the inside falls as soon as Ryan accidentally lifts his head, hitting the roof of it. "Argh! My head!" He rubbed the top of his head, wincing at the pain. But then he stopped as he saw the picture fall. "What's this?" He picked it up and looked at it, "Is that. Petra? And Thomas. Who's that?" He looked at the boy in the middle, and he was smiling at the camera. The boy in the middle was wearing a hoodie like Ryan, except the color red instead of Ryan's blue color.

     He brought the photo closer to see the words on the white spot below.

"HAPPY 15 BIRTH-DAY VLAD! - Petra"

    

     "Hm. I guess Vlad used to live here in this dorm room. But what was the photo doing here?" He brought it closer to his face to look at Vlad, who was in the middle of the photograph. "Hah, he kind of looks like me. Weird. Maybe a little bit too much like me." He got up, brushing his pants because it was dusty on them from the floor. He took out his phone and called Matt. His phone rang as he waited for him to pick it up. "Come on."

     "Hello...?"

     "Dude, you got to come over here, I found this thing and-"

     "Ryan, it's late. Can't we like- Deal with this in the morning?"

     "Uh, nuh uh. we deal with this now!"

     "Guhah, fine. See you soon."

"Yes!" Ryan exclaimed with some excitement. He then hung up on the phone and waited for Matt. "I wonder how old this is, Lemmie glance at the back. It should have a date." He turned it around and saw the date of it, 1997. "That's like, five years before I was born. Interesting." Ryan hears Matt coming in. "Matt, is that you?" He said loud enough so he could hear him.

     "Yeah, it's me!" He closed the door. He then walked over to Ryan in the kitchen. "So, what's up? Why did you call me over so late?" He rubbed his eyes and then stood next to him. "Is that...?"

"It is! Petra, Thomas, and, what's his name? Vlad?" Matt then took it from his hands, examining it. He wanted to be sure if this was the real deal. "Are you sure this is...like, real? Right?"

"Yes, I'm sure! It fell from here on the inside of the kitchen drawer!" He said defensively to Matt. "Okay, okay! Jeez." Matt couldn't believe it was real. There were no actual photos anymore of THE Vladmire. "I can't believe it. You found a REAL. Photo of this guy. Ryan, are you aware there are no longer any photos of Vladmire?

"What."

"Yeah, like, all photos of him are gone. He used to live in your dorm room, more than likely." Ryan then remembered something, "Oh, I think you're right! There are some old burn marks on my room walls!" Matt then looked at Ryan in shock. "Really?" Matt then sees Ryan going to a random wall, and he starts to point at it. "Look, an old one right here! It's a lighter one compared to the ones in my room. It Looks like they tried covering it up." Matt went over to where Ryan was and looked at it as well. "I mean, he is a fire user, so I guess it was bound to happen with the random fire marks- I mean- No offense to you, Ryan!" He chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck. "None taken! My fire powers do randomly come out sometimes whenever I'm doing something else. It looks like he had the same issues. It seems like Vlad didn't know how to stop it like he put his hands against the wall to extinguish the fire. For a long time, to be honest. Because some of these looks older than the others."

     "I didn't expect all that to come out of you." Matt was surprised to hear that come from Ryan's mouth. "WOW! It's like I have experienced this before!" He showed a shocked look with sarcasm in his voice. Matt sighed and then spoke, "Where- I mean WHO. Do we even give this to?"

     "I'm thinking, my mom or Petra?"

     "Petra is understandable, but your mom? Why her out of all people?"

     "I mean, this guy IS my dad, right? Technically, he's still married to her. Which means my mom has the right to have this photo since my dad is still missing."

     "I mean, it makes sense, I guess. Shouldn't we show this to a teacher?" Matt wasn't too sure about this. "Oh, come on, it needs to be kept safe. I don't trust Petra with this. For all we could know, he could lose it!" Ryan takes out his phone while he says all of this and takes a picture in the process. "Perfect, all clear and no glare in it. I have it safe in my gallery!" He smiled after taking the photo.

     "Okay," He sighed, "We can show it to Mr. Victor tomorrow. What were you even doing in the first place up this late underneath the kitchen sink??" Ryan remembered he needed to clean up before bed. "Ah, Crapp! I was supposed to clean!!" Matt scoffed with a small smile, "Seriously?" "YEAH. Augh. Great. I have to clean tomorrow then." Matt shook his head in amusement, "Sure, let's go to bed already. Night Ryan." Matt left to go to his dorm room as Ryan wished him a good night's rest. "I'm sleepy. I'm going to sleep." Ryan walked to his room, holding the photo he went in and changed before going into bed. He took a look at it one last time. "This is so weird to look at." He took a final look at it. "Night, Dad." He placed it on his nightstand and fell asleep.

(End of Chapter 5)