Minecraft Short Stories

Eight points of the Star--Origins

These events were set before Hybrids of Team Crafted, and each part with the different characters were set at different times, some with several years in between, hope that it wasn't too confusing.

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The king and queen went to their bedroom, surprised to find a very young boy there, with a letter attached.

(Just kidding, the letter was next to him)

They exchanged looks, before the king gingerly picked up the letter. The couple read, their eyes widening and their brows creeping upwards for each word they read.

King and Queen of the Budder Kingdom, I would apologize for such an unexpected surprise, but this is of an urgent matter. The boy you see is my son, Adam Skylen, and I have no chance but to put him in your hands, where he will be safe. Please, do take care of him when he wake up without his memories and treat him as your own child. The amulet on his neck was from his mother, which is best if it was with him at all times. You have my thanks.

They exchanged looks once again, this time, with awe, and happiness. They were unable to sire any children, and the boy, Adam Skylen, could be the best shot they would ever get at having a child. An heir to the throne.

They were wary, of course they were. The writer of the letter had not been signed, and they had no idea whatsoever who the writer was, but they were kind at heart, and they were sure the writer behind the letter had his reasons to leave behind his son. They would take care of him. Finally, they had a child. An heir.

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Ty hummed to himself, putting his hands into the his pockets, listening to music with his green headphones on, heading down the path. The villagers and Minecraftians paid him no attention, they knew that when he was listening to his earphones, he couldn't hear a thing people said. He skipped along the path, casually checking his watch, he still had ten minutes. Plenty with some to spare.

He skipped, lip syncing to the songs he was hearing. Suspicious looks came from different directions which he just simply ignored. When he was listening to music, he was in a different world, one filled with tunes, melodies and lyrics, only able to be reached out towards with his hearing.

He reached his destination to see that the gates were closed.

Wait.

His eyes widened, the gates were closed. He was late.

He checked his watch again, and swore loudly. Damn, he forgot that his watch was a few minutes behind real time.

He let his earphones dangle from his neck, and with some minor persuasion, managed to get into the school grounds. He would be in huge trouble.

He covered his ears with his earphones once again, just to almost run into a teacher. The teacher let loose a string of angry scolding words just to realize that Ty wasn't even listening. She looked closely, to realize that Ty's eyes were glazed over, bobbing his head up and down, even until he started doing weird hand signals and began dancing.

"Tyler Ellis!" She shouted, while the boy danced on, oblivious to the situation. The boy had excellent scold resistant abilities, she had to give him that.

"TYLER ELLIS!"

Still no answer.

"TYLER ELLIS IF YOU DO NOT REMOVE YOUR EARPHONES IMMEDIATELY I WILL-"

" You will what? Beat the crap out of me? With those amazingly miniscule hands of yours? I am soooo scared," Ty smirked, without even looking up at his teacher, while maintaining his pace at the dance, his earphones still clamped over his ears.