(Andy's POV)
I felt Midnight fly off my shoulder, returning to the skys. I reached over to my horses saddle bag, and pulled out a book, skimming through the pages. Finally, k found something.
'when the supplies to build a nether portal are short, there should be one in the far reaches of the Over world, like the ice spikes, or for the dareing, that supposedly deleted Farlands. To those who are unable to find these lands, a full demon or heir of the Nether can locate the approximate location of the nearest portal. However, they must have training in order to know exactly how to do that...'
I closed the book, and bit my lip. Was I the heir of the Nether? Yes I was, but I wasn't a full demon, only half. So, the only hope was the Farlands or Ice spikes...
"Hey, whatcha reading?" Someone came up behind me and snatched the book.
"Hey! Ryan! You son of a-" I cut myself off. He made a confused look.
"What kind of language is this?" He asked, tossing it back at me.
I caught it and looked at him, "it's Japanese, duh." I'd, setting it back in the saddle bag. "Baka..." I whispered under my breath. "Anyway, we need to find either the 'Deleted' Farlands, or the Ice Spikes. Which should we try first?"
"Well, the Farlands are approximately 7,500 miles from a players spawn point, and the Ice Spikes could be anywhere..." Mason said, having not left my side since we started out his mourning.
"Well, I guess we keep going. Let's head north, try there first..." I said, tugging the horses reins, steering it toward the north.
//Sorry for the short chapter!! I wrote this at like, 3 in the morning so... And writers block doesn't help...//
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Next Gen Survivor
FanfictionAndy is one of many next generation Minecrafters. But that's when she jumps through a the same portal her mom and dad had 32 years before. What happens when she gets trapped with her worst enemy?
