Chapter 1

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(Time skip 16 years)

(Andy's POV)

     I stretched my arms way above my head as I woke up. I immediately logged into Minecraft and placed the final few blocks of my hunger games map. Saving and running down stairs, I saw my Dad at the table playing Minecraft on his laptop, and my Mom's laptop was open too, but she was in the kitchen grabbing an apple.

     "Morning Andy" my Dad said as I jumped and flipped down the last few stairs.

      "Morning!" I said, watching him play for a few minutes. "What version of Minecraft is that? It looks kinda old..." I said, looking at the vanilla Minecraft world my Dad was using.

      "One since before you where born kiddo!" He laughed. I just smiled and rolled my eyes as my Mom sat back down.

      "Hey, on a scale of 1 to 10, how are you guys at hunger games?" I asked.

     "25" they both answered at the same time. My shoulders dropped a little. "But only because that was pretty much the only minigame we ever played." My Mom added.

     "So... Who taught who here? Everybody was taught by somebody" I said, crossing my arms. My Mom pointed at my Dad.

      "But she was kicking my butt in every game within that week." My dad laughed.

      "Ok well, I gotta go get ready for school." I said running upstairs.

     "Do not forget your glasses!" My Mom shouted after me.

     "I know that!" I have to wear shades all day if I'm not home because I was born with pure white eyes and yes, they glowed. The brighter they glowed, the madder I was. I threw on a black tank top, a black hoodie that I zipped up only half way, a pair of jeans and some black combat boots. My Mom says I almost have the same hair style that she had when she was my age. My hair was black, boy short and had red streaks. It flopped over my left eye and I just left it as I pushed on my shades. I grabbed my black and spider eye backpack and ran outta my room.

     I ran down the stairs and said bye as I leaped out the door. I ran all the way to school, which was the same school my Mom and Dad had gone to, Mineberry High. I ran in the doors and went straight to my table, at the back of the cafeteria. I was not a social butterfly, and I liked it that way. I opened my laptop and started building a Skywars map, that's when trouble came up to me. Trying to ignore the person looking over my shoulder, I just kept building.

     "Hey Andy... Are you still playing that stupid game of cubes or whatever its called?" Ryan asked. I ignored him and kept building, my eyes beginning to glow a little. "Well, you'd see better without out these!" He reached over and snatched my shades away. I shot my head down and kept it there.

     What do I do? What do I do? Dad hasn't taught me how to make colors in my eyes yet... I thought. I blindly reached for them, trying to get lucky and grab them. He yanked them away and tossed my shades to one of his friends. Knowing Dad would be a little mad when I got home, I looked at them, eyes blazing white. They all gasped and their eyes widened.

     "Your... your knights daughter..." Ryan stammered. My parents where known around the school as Knight and Archer, ever thought it's been 32 years since they went here. I reached for my glasses and he still moved them away, then he called out. "HEY EVERYONE! LOOK AT THIS!" I didn't move my head down fast enough, everybody saw my white eyes. I heard a boom and looked toward the sound. A nether portal had appeared and I dove through it without a thought.

(Ryan's POV)

     I watched as Andy jumped into the weird thing in the middle of the lunch room.

     "She thinks she can get away? Come on guys, let's follow her, see where's she's getting away to..." I smiled and waved my friends toward the portal and we walked through.

     Once we were on the other side, the portal vanised and we looked around. A tall, black thing with purple eyes appeared in front of us. We all looked up into it's eyes. The thing opened it's mouth and yelled. It disappeared and reappeared all around us, hitting us every time. We heard a slice and it stopped. We all looked up from the ground and to our left, seeing a person with their right arm sticking out, holding a sword, crouched. In one shift movement, she stood and slid her sword into the sheath. She turned and looked at us and I realized she was Andy.

     "Andy?" I said, about to laugh at her when she got right in my face.

     "If your want to survive I suggest you stay with me and do what I say. If you want to try and navigate this endless world by yourself, be my guest. But if you want to live, you better not make any smart remarks" she backed up, stareing at me and my friends. Two of my friends, Jacob and Mason, walked over and stood next to Andy. Then John and Jack walked over, me following last, but standing in front of her.

     "What makes you think you can survive here?" I asked. She held up her hand, which had turned a little cubish. I looked around and noticed what this place was.

     "Because this is Minecraft" she said, starting to walk away. I followed her as she walked to a hill and started digging.

     "Yeah, cause digging a hole in a hill is gonna help..." I said, rolling my eyes. She turned and glared at me.

     "Would you rather sleep outside? With the creepers and enderman?" She asked, putting her hand on her hip.

     "What's a creeper and an enderman? Do I look like a nerd to you?" I said, and she sighed.

     "An enderman is the thing that attacked you earlier and a creeper explodes." She said, going back to her digging.

     "Fine, I'll shut up..." I said, sitting on a block. The sun was starting to go down and she didn't have enough room in the hill for all of us. "So what do u expect us to do?" I asked, and she climbed a tree, my friends following her up. I climbed up and sat as far from her as I could. She drew her sword and didn't even try to fall asleep.

     "I'll take first watch" she said, her gaze not moving from the ground. I stared at her for a minute, then got comfortable as much as I could. Eventually, I fell asleep.


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