Chapter Two!!
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Sir Piggens
I coughed out the dust.
"Dad? You there?!" I call. I'm seriously worried.
No answer. I nearly shout at the top of my lungs, but I don't. The smoke clears, and I see Pigrinds heaving himself up, a Golden Sword in hand. He stares out the hole that's now our ceiling.
"WHERE ARE YOU?!" He bellows. I cringe at the noise.
I pull out a tiny Wooden knife. I know, lame, but Pigs are peaceful creatures. Knives aren't even supposed to be able to be crafted, but that's what happens when you wear a Sword down.
Pigrinds looks at me. "Boy, you oughta get outta here before it gets... Out of hand. Take this."
He hands me an Iron Sword. Cool! My own weapon!
I stand up (painfully), and crawl over to the exit. I see a Bow, and some arrows. Huh. I've always been better at Bows, so I pick it up, and haul it over my back. I walk forward, when a deafening explosion rocks me off my feet. I raise myself up, and see a Ghast hurl a Charge into the house.
I practically get blown up, but luckily I don't. I get my Bow, and notch it, keeping meticulous aim at the Ghast's eye. I release it, and it's right on target.
The Ghast pauses for a second as the arrow pierces it, and through it. Then, it shrieks. Its eyes flare and flames unleash through all its pores on its pale body, creating a flame hole. It sucks in all in its range, and with an enormous pop, disappears, everything vanished.
All I hear is a clink. It's Pigrinds' helmet, falling to the floor.
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A Mob Rebellion - A Minecraft Story
Fanfiction[{ HAS MILD LANGUAGE AND SOME SWEARS}] When humans and Steves get too strong, the lesser mobs must join together and rid the world of their presence. Join a cast of players as they work to end each other.
