The Sapling Kingdom

Chapter 1: The Eastern Kingdom

Hey! This is my first ever fanfic, so please be gentle with comments <3

This is based off of Kingdom of the Saplings from Yogscast Martyn A.K.A Inthelittlewood also known as Martyn!

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The Eastern Kingdom

Deep in the Eastern Forest of the world was a legendary Kingdom. It expanded over the entire forest and all the way to the other Eastern Kingdom known as Minecraftia. The king and queen named their lands the Kingdom of the Far East. They were well known as the Mages of the Forest because they had the power to control greenery of the land.

One night, the king and queen vanished from their castle. The guards and soldiers searched the entire town and nearby cities. A week after the immediate searches stopped, a guard discovered the devastated royal carriage on the border of the forest. The king and queen's remains were sitting inside peacefully; the queen's hands around a basket. Inside was an alive blonde haired baby in a green blanket with the name 'Martyn' and a swirly symbol of The Saplings sowed into the cloth. That night a bright shooting star soared above Minecraftia as a sign of good fortune for the young prince.

With the rulers being deceased and their only heir is a baby, the Guild Master took control of the kingdom until Martyn was of ruling age. He treated the young heir as his own child. Martyn grew up and loved the nature and the forest their kingdom was within. He cared for the forest and spent many hours of the day within it. When he was older, the kingdom was plunged into a gruesome war. Their enemy, the Reficules, claimed that they murdered the old king and queen.

Martyn began learning how to fight, strategise, and protect the people in war immediately. He excelled faster than anyone else, even his own father. He practised in the forest and the forest taught him. Martyn learned the ways of the forest and how to control and speak to it. He became known as the Sapling King and was finally a man on that fateful day.

He just turned eighteen and was finally at ruling age. The Guild Master called all of the citizens into the throne room. Martyn stood at the entrance in his new forest styled clothes with his family seal on his crown. Drums were beat in a loud, slow rhythm and were followed by flutes alongside with lutes. A man in a kilt walked into the back of the stage; He picked up his bagpipes and tapped to the beat of the drums, awaiting for his solo. The other instruments slowed to a stop after a few minutes.

The man stood up and bowed, his lips touched the tip as he took a deep breath. He released his breath into the pipes which let out a loud tune. His lungs filled with air once again, but he blew with great force as his fingers ran frantically along. The drums beat again to the joyous tune, getting louder and faster. Prince Martyn walked in as everyone stood up. The music sped to an unbelievable speed; the man with bagpipes took deep breathes as fast as possible. Martyn walked across the red carpet and onto the stage. The bagpipe man looked up and stopped with a long drawn out note. He then bowed to the prince, but Martyn shook he head and tapped the man on the shoulder. He looked up and saw the prince smiling.

"You preformed exquisitely!" Martyn spoke in a loud and honourable voice. The man looked at him in surprise. The prince put one arm behind his back and thrusted out his right hand for a handshake. The bagpipe man looked with confusion, but shook it nonetheless. "I am Prince Martyn of the Littlewood family."

"I am Nilesy, the bagpipe man." The man replied with a Scottish accent as he repositioned his glasses with disbelief.

"You were brilliant. Would you like to come live with me in my castle as my top musician?"

Nilesy's face lit up and continued to shake his hand with glee. "YES, YES, YES!" Martyn nodded and walked up to the Guild Master who was seated on the throne.

The Master bowed to Martyn and ordered the men to bring in the crown. A young man walked in with a dark red pillow; a crown set on top. The crown was golden with precious jewels displayed around the rim. Each king or queen that wore the crown would have their personality added to it through the magic of the old. His father's mark was a dark green line that went down a little and swirled inwards.

The crown was placed upon his head; glowing bright gold. Green vine-like gem sprouted from his father's symbol and crawled all around the crown until it returned the the swirl. The light faded and Martyn's mark was left on circling the rim.

The citizens began to rejoice as their new king went to sit in his rightful throne.

Their cheers were transformed into shrieks as explosions were heard and fire was seen. Martyn bursted through the doors of the throne room to see guards and soldiers fighting off the Reficules. There were bodies everywhere, homes were broken into and the city was nearly destroyed. He began to pull out his legendary lapis lazuli blade when he felt someone tap him on his shoulder. As soon as he turned around everything with black with pain. The last thing he saw was a man with a goatee pulling at his feet toward the gates along with Nilsey.