Gameknight999 had no clue on what to do. Panic was beginning to seize the hero as he stared out across the land, which looked like a bruise against the usually beautiful landscape of the Overworld.
Trees were burned and ashes covered the ground. Flowers were left wilted, and there wasn’t a single animal in sight other than the dogs Herder had brought along to keep track of their… Guest. But even they were tensing and snarling.
“What happened here?” A voice called from behind Gameknight, the sisters, and Crafter. The wolves then turned their attention towards who had spoken. It was PhantomStarr, glitch of Minecraft, in the center of a circle of Herder’s loyal wolves.
“Oh, geesh, I don’t know,” Hunter began, the sarcasm clearly noticeable, only to be shushed by both Stitcher and Crafter.
“It was completely destroyed,” Crafter paled slightly. “Something very bad passed through here,” Crafter didn’t like the bad feeling he was getting from what he was seeing.
Gameknight had to agree, but he did not voice his thoughts. Oracle, if you’re still there, answer this. What happened? He thought to himself, but the music of Minecraft stayed eerily silent.
“All this weird stuff started because of that thing,” Hunter jabbed her finger in the direction of their prisoner, who sniffed and sneered at the red headed archer.
“I prefer she, thank you very much,” Starr glanced at the wolves from the corner of her eyes, seemingly unnerved by them, before averting her gaze ahead. “And do you really think I could’ve done this?”
“You’re a glitch, if what you say is true!” Hunters voice raised the slightest, and Gameknight saw that her hatred for mobs was beginning to latch onto her once more.
“Hunter!” The User-that-is-not-a-user shouted, and Hunter turned to glare at him. She opened her mouth to speak but Gameknight999 cut her off before even a single word could crawl out her mouth. “Now is not the time to fight. We have four days to find the forgotten temple, and this girl,” he jabbed his thumb towards Starr, who waved innocently, “seems to be the only one with even a clue on how to get there,” Gameknight finished, giving a huff.
Hunter didn’t say a word. All she did was snatch her bow and leave, moving to the back of their too small group, no doubt cursing the ground as she did so. Stitcher sighed. “I’m sorry for her, but you know how she gets,” as tried to apologize for her sister actions. Whether t was directed towards Gameknight or Starr was unknown.
“But she’s right. How do we know we can trust this PhantomStarr?” Crafter questioned. “She could be working with Herobrine and be leading us on a meaningless journey just to get us confused and dazed.”
The glitch herself spoke up at that. “I could, but that would be pointless. For both you and myself. I’m all about getting things in return,” she inspected the sleeve of her jacket. “All I’m asking for after this is for a few, dozen, diamonds,” she added, just in case they had forgotten their deal.
Gamknight and the others, of course, hadn’t. “Alright,” the Minecraft legend motioned out before them. “then what is this.”
Starr shrugged. “Looks like fire passed through here, and a lot of it,” she stuffed her hands into her pockets. “But, I don’t sense a threat,” she added.
Gameknight turned back to the destroyed and barren landscape, hand on the hilt of his sword. He didn’t know whether the glitch’s senses were right or not, especially when his were glaring out a red light. But there was no choice. “Then it’s settled. We cross through, simple,” he glanced back at their group. “Any objections?”
No one spoke, which was enough for Gameknight999. And with his fear held in reigns, the hero stepped forward, feeling as if whatever puzzle pieces that had managed to gather along the way wasn’t nearly enough to complete the never ending mystery of Minecraft.
This is it. We live to tell the tale, or we die living it. And the User-that-is-not-a-user began only another hard step forward, and no matter how hard he tried, was unable to loose the undying fear of failure and the unknown.