"Pork chop. Fifty percent offer!"
A teenager named George asked, "Fifty? How much?"
Yes, he's George. With his enthusiastic friend named Jone. They lived in a village. George owned a villa in the village. They both were as normal as the other people. No one is special in this village. They also used emerald as their money. It's rare and valuable.
"Do you sell lingering potions?" asked Jone. "I'm a butcher, I don't sell potions. If you want potions, there's an alchemist in this village." said the man. He added, "You just have to go straight and turn a left." "Thanks." said George.
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George and Jone looked at the shop that stood beside the street. There was a sign board hanging on top of the shop. There were spider webs all of the place. The wooden planks were all cracked. The shop looked ancient.
George opened the door and entered the shop. He saw a woman wearing a cloak. She's sitting right next to the coffee table. She asked, "What can I help you?"
"Do you have lingering potions?" George asked." "You're lucky that the potions are't out of stock." said the woman." "The lingering potions are in the cupboard, make sure you have enough money (emerald)."
"Twenty? It's too expensive, I don't have that much." frowned George. The woman squinted at George. "I think that you already know: The ingredients of a lingering potion are so hard to get, especially the Dragon's Breath."
"Can I pay just fifteen emeralds?" asked George. The woman wriggled her neck. "Okay fine." she said. "What do you want?"
George listed out the potions he wanted, "Three ligering potion of healing, six lingering potion of invisibility, that's all." The woman counted the amount of the emeralds, "Equals one hundred and thirty five emeralds."
George gave the emeralds to the woman and took the potions away. "Wait!" called the woman. "You had forgot your potion of strength." "Thanks." George said.
When he was on the way home, he suddenly remembered something, "Did I bought potion of strength, the alchemist must be mistaken!"
George quickly ran back to the place that he bought the potions. He turned a left and found nothing beside the street. "I thought the shop is just right here." he whispered. "This is weird, very weird."
"Wait, I'm not a lone when I bought these potions, where's Jone?" George said.
Where did Jone went?
George didn't knew that someone was watching him behind a tree at ten miles away.
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The Underground Cavern
FanfictionGeorge was a **years old teenager when he and his friend, Jone, discovered a huge Minecraft Cavern. They sacrificed a lot of food and torches (I'm not kidding) to find that creepy and dangerous place. When they were exploring this cavern, they had e...
