Minecraft Mianite Fanfic

Part 4

The marketplace was alive with traffic. Carts rolled by in a mix of a worried hurry, and a calm, timeless sense. Often those two senses of urgency-or lack thereof-clashed with each other. Small scuffles broke out here and there, but nothing seemed too problematic for the soldiers walking around aimlessly. Their demeanor was much like the rest of the villagers along this road; uncaring of the people around, but also careful enough to avoid creating a scene.

Eventually however, a scuffle did break out. A farmer's cart seemed to have run over a horses foot, and the horse's owner was angry. No blows we're struck, but they argued intensely. The soldiers stood by watching. One of them laughed. A more distinct soldier shook his head and moved through the ocean of people to the arguing villagers. His bright silver armor demanded a presence. Compared to the leather armor of the other soldiers, he stood out.

The sergeant-or, I assumed he was a sergeant-broke up the fight rather quickly. The villagers seemed to either respect or fear the soldiers, as compliance was quick and easily obtained.

After watching the villagers scurry around, I'd realized I'd forgotten the directions to the witch's house. Clutching my creeper toy, I touched the shoulder of a person near me. They scurried off in a hurry and with out so much as a response.

By the third person that I attempted to ask, I found my own shoulder touched by the very sergeant that I had noticed a few minutes before. His voice was slow and powerfully booming. "You seem to be in need of a hand."

"I-yes." I said. I turned to him and smiled weakly. "A vendor told me to find a witch.. but I seem to have forgotten his directions." I scratched the back of my head. The Sergeant looked down and noticed my creeper plushie.

"Ah! I know the man. He is a salesman. The witch he speaks of is his sister." The Sergeant sighed. "My apologies friend; if he gave you false hope."

The word friend resonated with me. I was sure I had friends. I had to have at least some. I was... some number of years old. I couldn't remember. No one came to mind when I thought of my friends however I knew they were there.. just out of reach of my brain's power. "Never mind then.."

"Well what did you need help with? I'm sure me and my resources can adequately assist you." The Sergeant crosses his arms.

"I... I think I may have lost my memory.." I mentioned. I felt embarrassed to say so.

"You think? Or you know?" The Sergeant smiled. "I think one would know whether he lost his memory or not."

"I suppose you're right." I scoffed. A poor attempt to laugh at his humor. My confusion and loss outweighed my sense of humor. "I've lost my memory."

"Does the Gore Corps mean anything to you?" The Sergeant went from a jolly tone to a very serious one in such a quick fashion that I was astonished.

"The..what?" I asked. I gripped my plushie tighter. I knew what the words 'gore' and 'corps' meant, and I induced what they meant and it frighted me."

"Come with me." The Sergeant pointed to the other side of the street, where behind a vendor was another two soldiers. They were standing still, guarding a set of stairs up to what I presumed was a wall. We easily split a way through the horde of villagers.

"He's with me." The Sergeant nodded in approval to the soldiers as we approached them, and they stood aside. Their armor was stained white and gold like the guards that had been on the street.

We climbed the stairs to a wall that was probably 20 feet tall and over looked the town and surrounding area. Inside the wall was a mess of wooden buildings all crammed in together. There were roads and side paths and all kinds of secret locations. To my right, a ways away, was a large building with colorful flags. Soldiers were walking in and out of it. To my left was a smaller but equally colorful building of stone and brick. Surprisingly, there was no one going in or out of it. Then, I noticed what lay outside the walls.

What once must've been a bog was now rotten and decaying. The water was a mixture of dark green and red, swirling in the spots where bodies lay. Bodies of humans of all different factions and animals randomly spewn about. Further out was a mess of tents and hellish flags. I instantly understood. It was the Gore Corps. Vile, corrupt beings. I didn't understand why.

"They arrived two days ago." The Sergeant said. He rested both hands and slumped over on the dragons teeth at the edge of the wall. "Shortly after you got here, actually."

"You know when I got here..?" It was the only question I could think to ask about the situation. I had some many questions, but I didn't know how to ask.

"I one of 5 commanders here." The Sergeant turned around to look at me. "Everything that happens is reported to me."

"I see..." I watched intently as I noticed people and creatures moving around in the distance. "Do you... know..? Do you know who I am?"

"No, but I can guess." The Sergeant took my shoulder and gestured to the tower that had been near us. I had been taking in such a broad observation of the surroundings that I'd missed what was right in front of me. When we got inside, he locked the door.

"What?" I asked, confused. I held my creeper plushie even tighter.

"Relax, relax." The Sergeant held up his empty hands. The sword at his hip didn't do much to help my fear. "Follow me."

He began to go down the spiral staircase into the tower. As I looked down, I could see that it went incredibly deep into the ground. "Oh boy.."