I made this inspired by KittyCat45
The color coding was from them
I made this inspired by KittyCat45
The color coding was from them
As darkness fell a small shape fell from the mouth of the cave. A small spider no bigger than a wolf. Its brethren started swarming the forest floor. Zombies came from the cave with skeletons and creepers. All attracted to the eyes of hero-brine. All but one. This zombie thought that hero-brine was here to destroy them. He had seen something that no one had. An ancient prophecy telling that hero-brine would destroy all that stand in his way. Unless one player of unknown name would attempt to destroy him.
That zombie who’s name was Charles was wondering what the name of the player would be. People had such imagination these days. Why couldn’t people just stick with Steve? Or Alex? He never understood anyone. Especially villagers. They were always so afraid of zombies. If a zombie walked up to a villager then they would run away and call the guards. Most zombies would prefer to keep their arms straight out incase of players seeing them. Charles didn’t.
Later on he saw a dungeon and bit some flesh off and threw it into the spawner, causing it to flare up and have a small zombie spinning around in it on an angle. Seconds later 3 zombies spawned and left the dungeon in search of hero-brine. Charles understands zombies the least because if one is told something then somehow they all hear it and follow the instructions. He went to the surface beneath shade and saw the local village bustling with activity. Soon he will see them. He made handcuffs for himself so he couldn’t attack people. He hoped they would understand.
Charles had studied the village for days taking a look at how they greeted each other. He wanted to fit in. To have friends. He wanted to know happiness. He put on a leather helmet and handcuffs before walking into the village. No one noticed him since they were busy farming or raising a family. Good. Charles thought. The church was not in session. He went to the church and spoke to the priest. “Hi sir.” He said to the priest. Hoping he would not run away and alert the village guards about his position in the village. The priest turned around and backed off and said, “What do you want?”
“Just to talk. I have read an ancient prophecy stating the world will end in 7 days. Due to a player like entity called hero-brine. Prepare the warriors in less then 7days.”
“Sure no problem.” With that Charles left the village but he was seen by someone and cornered by the guards.
“Where is the priest?” One of the guards asked.
“Here! I am here! Calm down.”
“There is a prophecy.”
“What do you mean a prophecy? The guards asked them both. They had an edge to their tone.
“Let the zombie go.” The priest told them. The guards dropped the zombie. Watching him gasp for air and writhe on the floor.
“Do you know about hero-brine?” Charles asked them both, admiring the questioning look on their faces.
“No. Why do you ask.” Charles then explained the prophecy to the guards who stared in disbelief the whole time. He started from when he was a child to when he saw hero-brine last. “Interesting. We will prepare the defences.”
“If in 7 days there is no attack then we will find and kill you. Kapeesh?”
“Fine. In 8 days I will come to the village with handcuffs and helmet on. When I arrive thank me or kill me depending on the prophecy.” With that he left and reached the shade of trees. He saw one player go to the village and build a small wall outside the village. Then an iron golem was built. Then he saw Charles.
Who was that man? Has he seen the prophecy? Why did he not look like any NPC I have ever seen? Charles thought. Since the man was crouched he couldn’t see a gamertag. He helped the villagers then left. He must have been a player. Pathetic really. The villagers should be able to build a wall themselves. But they were too stupid. At the first sign of dark they ran into their homes.
The next day when Charles returned to the village he saw it destroyed with items laying on the ground. Everyone was dead. Except one. An old man with grey robes laying on the ground. On closer inspection he saw it was just an armour stand with the robes. The items scattered nearby show his fate. Then he saw another man, different to the day before. He looked like a usual player, with the normal Steve skin. Only this was no normal player, for this man had eyes burning brighter than that of the Dragons.
Charles returned to what he called home. Of course, it was not as fancy as zombie town. But it was home to him. As all zombie homes, there was a small hp fountain to rejuvenate him if he got hurt. As all players, he liked exploring, and trolling. Overnight he would go to zombie town and shut off hp fountains. So he did, but what he saw shocked him.
The entire zombie army was preparing for war, unless they are destroying the villages, thought Charles. This was very unexpected behaviour from the zombies. Even women and children were in the ranks. All the hp fountains were turned off, hopefully never to be turned on again.
“Zombie!” The head of the army called out to Charles. “What be your name?”
Forgetting the rank names Charles called out, “Cha-sin. Cha-sin greets the zombie master.” Hoping the zombies will buy it.
“Cha-sin will help command the next attack on puny villagers.”
“Understood” This made Charles extremely nervous, he knew he couldn’t kill villagers but if he didn’t he would be killed. He nodded his head. If he could divert them and get them lost then he would be victorious without destroying the village. Left, right, left, left, right, left, right, right, left. He told himself to get them lost. He knew if his plan failed then all was lost. Either his innocence or his life.
Then the zombie master shouted out. “Forward March!” The zombies gaze out an excited growl so they would be prepared to take over the server. This was not part of the prophecy. How can this happen? It can’t be because of my actions, can it? He pondered. The prophecy stated that Hero-Brine would rise to destroy them unless a dual wielder would stand up and destroy him. It showed an enderman, a skeleton, a wither and a zombie.
After what felt like days Charles saw the village and called “left turn!” And continued on with his plan. He made sure to put them in the forest. So they would be lost. Only the commanders had a helmet. The rest would burn.
The next day Charles was just hoping he could stop the zombies again but he tricked the high zombie master, he would be banished or killed. Both meant death. But he had a plan. When he went to the first village he got an iron pickaxe. His cave had diamonds near the bottom, where other zombies hung out. That would cause problems, he went down with the pickaxe to the depths hoping he would not be seen by zombies. He heard laughter and froze. Until he saw 2 skeletons and then continued walking. Finally, reaching the diamonds he lifted the pickaxe with all his might he let the head fall down until it struck the diamonds. He repeated this with every diamond until he had 26 diamonds. He had to protect one of the villages. Or else all would be lost. Quite literally as well. They wanted to destroy the server so they could hopefully stop the prophecy hero-brine had told them.
With the diamonds Charles went to the next village he thought was to be attacked and went there every day hoping to see the mysterious player. He thought he was never going to come. So he waited three days. On the third day the player came. He waved to Charles “Hi,” the player said “my name is gbblackknight01.” The player looked extremely menacing because his skin looked like armour. White and black. The skin was the only thing scary about him to Charles. They stood there and chatted for a while after quick introductions. “Have you seen the hordes of zombies and endermen and creepers?”
“Yes and thats why you need this.”
“You know I can kill you now right?” Charles stepped back. “Don’t worry I won’t if you don’t try to kill me.”
“Every line of code is screaming ‘Yes kill him now!’ But I say no.” Charles joked as Gb put on his extra armour. “Sorry it wasn’t enchanted. I don’t have the stuff to enchant.”
“Doesn’t matter I can enchant them if I hurry.”
“No time. The sun sets as we speak.” Charles said as he looked behind Gb. The sun was no more than a slither on the horizon. At the forest line green, blue and black objects were lined up waiting for the command to attack. A zombie noticed Charles and snarled so loudly Charles thought it would shatter his already fragile skull.
“Well well well. Hello Cha-sin we have been waiting for you. Players, Npc’s and you will all perish. We will stop you if you refuse to join us. Xa-Sun will count to three. One. Two. Thr-”
“No!” Cried Gb. “We will stop you and whoever is with you. Even they will perish with or without us standing in your way. I am sure someone is somewhere nearby listening to us. Ready to standby us and give us a hand in stopping the forces of the zombies and other mobs threatening the server of Minecraft!”
“Even a girl?” A mysterious voice called from the grasslands to the east. Personally I think it would be otherwise sexist.” Her gamertag showed RandomCow100. She didn’t seem very threatening. A simple girl in a purple cow onesie. Then she started lighting up the area with the iridescent hue of her enchanted diamond armour and sword. On closer inspection you would be either dead or able to notice the slight change of colour from purple to blood red. You would also see her eyes a deep red. The few hairs on Charles’ neck were standing on end and falling out.
“Good to see you sis, this is Charles.” Gb said addressing Charles. “No you cannot kill him.” This made Cow disappointed because he said this due to cows look of content. “Now back to business. You sir can go sit in the corner and watch because I said so.” Every villager laughed because of how he spoke. He slurred his voice as if he were drunk.
Then 3 shots were fired over their heads and hit the same zombie. Nullifying it’s hp. Charles turned around to see who had fired the arrows. He stared straight down the shaft of an arrow.
“Who is the rotting meat? Can I kill it?” The figure asked Gb.
“1. His name is Charles. 2. No you may not kill him.” Gb explained as the new player took off his armour. He was a person in a watermelon onesie.
“Name’s Melon Master. How do you do?” He was met by silence. “Me too! We will be great friends. I can see it already.” Again silence.
“He is trying to strike conversation with you.”
“Oh. Get armour and a weapon now. And get ready to fight.”
The battle was delayed until sunrise which really disappointed everyone except melon master. “Yay! I thought we would have to fight but no one wore a helmet!” Only to be slapped by Gb. Making him flash red.
“Idiot. My little brother is an idiot!” Shouted Gb when they got to Charles’ house. I cannot believe him we needed to fight that fight! Now that gives the zombies a new chance to destroy the village. It’s vulnerability is not the best thing in the world at the moment.”
“Speak of the devil!” Called Melon Master from the entrance. “There may or may not be a few others who I have recruited in this battle for Minecraft then just us so… yeah. Here they are.” People lined up along the cave entrance. Their names hovering up above them.
AirlessSquash72, jaybot523, TNTBOSS123, DatCoolGirlLayla and icefalconz all lined up in diamond armour all glowing with enchantments no-one could tell except them. Charles ran down his mine and came up with 2d black/purple diamond shapes in his hands. “Dragon scales. Used to make armour unattainable by players. The scales would kill players instantly no matter what enchantments on what armour.” He threaded them together on the crafting table. They made a chainmail-like armour with purple flecks scattered through it. He moved outside and poured a bottle of purple liquid on the outside, dragons breath.He put it on an armour stand and let it soak in. When it was done he equipped it and explained his plan of ambush.
Close to dusk Charles placed a log with just the pants and boots on. A diamond sword with two scales embedded into the blade. “Got room for one more in the plan of ambush?” A dark figure asked from the tree line. “Names jackson. Charles right? I heard your plan and thought we could work together as friends? Please can i have one chance?”
“I guess. Do you know where to hide?”
“I won’t hide. I am with you.”
“Really? You know how dangerous that would be right? Get some wood, give them to the villagers and tell them to place them in the form of planks ok?”
“Got it.” And with that Jackson was off collecting and placing wood telling the villagers to make a wall of planks. So endermen can’t move them to get through then escape with the tunnels.
One day a man with eyes brighter than the stars themselves came into being. Blazes are to blame and this brought hatred to this man. All he wanted was to end the ones who brought this blindness. He was not aware of these blazes and chose to destroy Minecraft instead. One day, in the future, a man with an unknown name will rise when hope is seemed to be extinguished. A griefer will stop herobrines army. Only then will peace be brought to Minecraft.
At sundown the zombies were lined up facing the sun. Facing them, on a single log, sword glinting in the twilight, was Charles. “Hello friends, have you come to play? I like to play. Do you?” He questioned. When the sun disappeared completely, the zombies advanced. Charles showed them his sword, they all stopped. “Recognise it do you? Stole ’em from the dragon myself. With a friend of course.” When he said this, Jackson walked in from the shadows a grin on his face that would haunt their nightmares for millenia to come. Mostly because jackson cant draw, let alone scrape a smile into a plank of wood. Then he had to carve a mask that would fit his head. “Dude, its good you want to use scare tactics, but never try to do that ever again or I swear I will be the one to kill you.”
“Well then, that escalated quickly.” The enderman dumbly replied. He took the mask off only to show the hair he made from a bundle of wheat.
“Dumb blonde.” Charles muttered.
From some where in the zombie army, a large gong sounded, marking the start of the assault. The zombies surged forwards. Gb, hiding in the bushes whispered to all the others “at midnight they all should be out, sleep in a different bed, one at a time. We cant skip yet.” Charles waited till he saw gb to put on the rest of the of the armour, still the zombies advanced. He drew his sword, still they advanced, although they did it more cautiously. He started slaying the ones that got too close. But still, they advanced.
When the army was getting to strong for Charles to handle by himself, the moon disappeared, being replaced by the sun on the horizon, signalling the start of the day, instantly setting all zombies on fire at once. The ones closest to
Charles died within seconds, while the ones at the rear died in a minute. All that was left was Charles and the zombie leader. “How could you? You beast! You kill your family. Now I kill you.”
“No! He betrayed me! I will kill him myself.” A voice from the shadows said. When the figure opened his eyes they glowed a bright, angry white.
Hero-brine. Charles thought. “Jackson now!” He screamed as he threw off the chestplate. Then Jackson appeared behind him, grabbed him and they both disappeared in a mist of purple teleportation particles.
Back in Charles’ home Jackson collapsed on the floor and curled into a ball. Whimpering to himself in fear. Charles had fear gnawing at his chest but he did not let it show, after all this time he had finally found out what had caused the madness of the zombies and the creature he saw that one night. How is he alive? He wondered staring at Jackson. He isn’t a player, an npc, an animal or a monster. He must a virus. Some do say viruses are mythical. Then he remembered the words of his tutor. Remember young one, even myths have some truth. “Thats it!” He shouted. Jackson got up. “What?”
“When I was younger my tutor told me, ‘even myths have some truth.’ And prophecies are a type of myth right? Well we need to figure out who the player is that will defeat him!”
“How will we do that? There have been an infinite number of players. We know a fair amount of them to. They were terrified when hero-brine came the all disconnected!”
“Not all of them.” Said Gbblackknight01 from the cave entrance. “We had some difficulty but those users live close to each other and they all got disconnected. But I live a fair way away from them but I doubt they know what has happened. Also someone put this in a hopper and transported something to your chest because they couldn’t touch it. Take a look.” As Charles opened the chest he was nearly blinded.
“Who put the stupid glow-stone in here? Is that my chestplate?”
“Your welcome. The players can’t reconnect. Their game keeps crashing every time they try to connect so yeah.”
“I understand. Well at least they weren’t terrified enough to leave, right?” He turned to where Jackson used to be in a ball. “Jackson? Jackson where are you?”
“He must have left. As per usual. He gets really bored if people are having a conversation or an argument without him. He likes causing mischief.”
“He is in my mine isn’t he?” And with that, Charles ran into his mine and came out a minute later with Jackson, who had a fidget spinner in his hands staring at it contently.
“I’ve got it! This time I’ve really got it! We could destroy the zombies at the source! We could go to where ever Charles comes from and then take out whatever zombies are left. Then we go to all the others and destroy them too so we win and the villages survive.”
“That is brilliant, i’m gonna hit the hay. Good night.”
I opened my eyes and saw the faces of 2 zombies watching over me as I lay down, my mother and father. All I see is love in their eyes. As my eyes close everything changes. The house is on fire, my mother runs in and pics me up and carries me on her chest an shoulder, over her heart. My father runs up and goes to attack a figure with fire in his hands. All I hear is the crackle and snap of the fire on wood and crying. Then I realise it is my own. “He is the one to destroy me! He must be killed! I will take you out if you stand in my way!” The figure who’s eyes shone with a hate that could never be compared. A hate so powerful that the fire turned to a supernova. The last thing I see is the man throwing a sword and my mother trying to shield me with her body. Then she falls on the floor, the sword embedded in her back. Then a wall of flame lies between me and the man.
Charles woke up with a start his forehead covered in sweat. He saw jackson standing next to him and Gb sitting in the chair in the corner, staring with interest at Charles. “You ok?” He asked. “You were screaming in your sleep. Either that or crying. My point is, you made a lot of noise while you were asleep.”
“Sorry. What time is it?”
“What is that glow over there?”
The glow of 1000 zombies lit up the horizon. Charles, Gb and Jackson burst through the foliage. “Look! The villagers are fighting back! We did make an impact after all on these villagers so we can help them fight the zombie army!” Jackson screamed throwing his mask on and running into the midst of the battle before Charles could scorn him again like he did last time they were up against the same zombie army.
“Jackson! Get back here!” Charles shouted, drawing his sword and also running in.
“Am I the only sane one here?” Gb said, sitting down on a log that had fallen over. A zombie came over and gave him some popcorn. Gb accepted it, nodding his approval. “Thanks.” He said watching the zombie get cut down the middle. Gb ditched the popcorn, jumped up, grabbed his sword and ran into the battle.
Hello, my name is Michael Cook. I’m just your everyday average kid. Well, I was. I’ve been on lots of adventures. I have been face-to-face with a wolf pack,
I once almost starved to death, and I have even jumped off of a cliff into a ravine and lived. So I hope you know not to mess with me. I think you are wondering how all of those life threatening events happened. Well, let’s start from the beginning.
When I was 8 years old I lived a great life in New York City. I had shaggy green hair, dark green eyes, and nice tan skin from being in the sun at central park. I always wore a gray hoodie, long denim jeans, and green sneakers. My dad would take me to school every day where I could talk with my friends, me and my parents would take walks around the city just for fun, and at the end of our walks, we would go to central park so I could play on the playground.
But one day when we were walking down the street from dinner, I didn’t know that that would be the last time I would see New York City for a while.
On the right of me was a street full of taxicabs and motorcycles. On my left was some tall buildings that, at the time, looked like the height of a few rocket ships stacked on top of each other. The sidewalk was littered with trash and beer bottles.
I never understood why my parents would take me down that street on our walks, because of all of the dark alleys and crime. But I just followed my parents and we always got back to our apartment safe and sound.
I stopped walking. Ever since we left dinner my stomach started to feel like a monkey was swinging on my intestines and was pulling on them down to my feet. But now it hurt so bad. I thought it was just maybe something bad in the pizza I had, but I somehow knew that was not it. Whatever it was made me want to puke, but yet again I knew that I was not going to puke. I started to hear thunder and lightning all around me. I looked up at the sky but there were no clouds. As soon as I saw that there were no clouds my head spun with confusion.
I know that there is some kind storm coming but the sky is perfectly clear. How could it rain right now? I thought.
“Hey Michael, you okay?” Dad asked with a concerned voice. “Why did you stop?
“I’m fine. Just have to itch my foot.” I lied. “Does it seem like it’s going to rain soon, or is that just me?”
“Honey, the sky is clear,” Mom responded in a nice soothing voice. “And the weather app on my phone says it’s not going to rain until tomorrow.”
“Michael, why would you think it would rain?” Dad said confused.
As if on cue, the sky all the sudden became dark and gray. Then the winds started to pick up. The winds were so strong I thought my shirt was going to be pulled off! Then came the rain. It came down so hard it felt like every rain droplet was a chunk of ice even though it was just rain, not hail. My stomach stopped hurting.
“Ho- wha-” Dad tried to say. “How would you know it was going to rain, Michael?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I just somehow knew that the storm was coming.”
“Hey Dave,” Mom whispered to Dad. “Do you think he is a, you know.”
“But that’s not possible,” Dad whispered back. “Unless they were, you know what’s.”
“I don’t know?” Mom asked. “They did not seem like, you know what’s.”
My head spun with questions. “What do you mean I am a, you know what?” I wondered. “Just because I have green hair does not mean I am differ-”
On my left, a shadowy figure walked out of an ally. The second my parents saw the figure there faces filled with horror. For a few seconds time seemed to stop. Once my parents stopped staring they ran away behind me as fast as they could.
I would have chased after them but something in me told me to stay and talk to the shadowy figure. I don’t know why I stayed to talk with the figure but I knew I would get some answers if I talked to him. The figure walked towards me. I wanted to run, but I forced myself not to move.
“Hello Michael.” The figure announced.
As he walked up to me I could figure out details about him. He had long dirty blond hair, sky blue eyes, he for some reason had a large bow slung over his shoulder, A quiver full of arrows, and the most obvious was his ears. They were long, pointy, and for some reason looked tanner than the rest of his skin. He was wearing a gray shirt with a green jacket over it, some dark denim pants like mine, and leather boots. He was about a foot taller than me. The figure seemed about 10 years old.
“Ho- How do you know my name?” I stuttered.
“Because,” The boy told me in a confident voice. “I was told that you would be here by the Elf King. But that doesn’t matter right now, we need to leave and get to Forest Grove as fast as possible.”
My brain started to hurt because of all the questions I had. “What’s Forest Grove?” I asked. “And why should I trust you. You just made my parents run away.”
“I will answer all your questions once we get to Forest Grove.” He answered. “Oh yeah, I should introduce myself. Hello, I am Allium.”
“Like the flower?” I wondered.
“No, not like the flower. Why does everyone say that?” Allium mumbled.
“Well I am not going anywhere with you until you answer some of my questions.” I demanded.
“Fine, but just some quick ones,” Allium responded. “I am an Elf. I work for the Elf King. And you are a Dryad. The first boy one too. But to sum it all up, let’s just say that your blood will not look good on the sidewalk.”
I know, what I do next was very dumb but remember, I was only 8 years old. And also when you hear that your blood may end up on the sidewalk, you would probably want to prevent it.
I walked up to Allium. “Fine, take me to this, Forest Grove of yours.”
“You made the right choice, Michael.” He answered. “Before we start, do you know what your bone flex levels are? Of course you don’t, you just found out you are a magical creature. So you are just going to go with it. You’re not going to say ‘Dryads are real. Same with elves. Cool!’”
“Nope,” I exclaimed. “I figured that you would get mad if I kept asking questions here.”
“Good choice!” Allium said. “Here we go!”
He grabbed my arm with an iron strong grip. (Note to self: Never run from Allium, he has a strong grip.)
Suddenly everything became gray and fuzzy. I could only see Allium’s soothing face. It went black. Time seemed to freeze for a few minutes. My arms and legs started to get sore. My legs and arms started to hurt even more and more. Then I could hear loud cracking. The pain in my legs and arms felt 100 times worse than it did a few seconds before. The searing pain felt like a 500-degree knife stabbing my joints. I tried to scream but the air was sucked out of my lungs.
After a few more seconds of the worst pain ever, I could see again. The pain in my arms and legs only felt sore now. I was lying on some sort of cot in the middle of a small room. The roof was made of oak wood with lanterns hanging down from the ceiling. There was a tall door on the right side of the room. On the left side was a wood desk. The top of the desk had a bunch of papers on it. 2 elves were looking down at me. One of them was Allium, and the other elf was an old man with long ears, so I knew he was an elf. He had soothing pink eyes, yellow teeth, pale skin, gray hair, and a long gray beard that hung over my face. He wore black robes and leather boots.
“He’s awake now, thank you, Poppy.” Allium said smoothly to the man.
“That man’s name is Poppy?” I asked. My voice felt as good as new somehow.
“I didn’t think that would be the first you said when you woke up but okay.” Allium answered. “And to answer your question, yes his real name is Poppy.”
“Is everyone’s names here just flowers?” I wondered.
“Only the elves that knew they were an elf when they were born.” Allium replied. “So how are you feeling after that elfation?”
“It’s like teleportation but for elves. Normally you first elfation is the worst. Even at the distance I had to travel to get myself to New York City was bad enough, but this being your first time elfatating and with both of us elfatating, I imagine you went through a lot of pain kid. No wonder you passed out!”
“It felt like all my bones shattered into a thousand pieces.”
“That’s because they did! Poppy is our doctor and he had to give you new bones.”
“Wait, What! I have new bones!”
“Na, just messing with you. All Poppy did was use some bone glue to fuse all your bones back together. It was like the world’s biggest jigsaw puzzle.”
“Well I hope I was a big problem to fix. I came with you and went through a lot of pain so I am expecting some answers!”
“Okay, okay, okay. I will answer some of your questions.”
“Good, so what I want to know first is, I thought dryads were just myths and I thought dryads were only girls?”
“To answer the first question, half the myths in this world are real, and to answer the second question, I don’t know. There has never been a boy dryad ever but us elves and dryads can smell the dryad blood in you.”
“Okay, that answers like, 1% of my questions. Why did I know that the storm was coming now? I have been outside during lots of other storms, why did I know this one was coming?”
“Because dryads normally find out that they are a dryad at age 8 unless their parents told them so before.”
“That explains a lot of my questions. But what I still don’t understand is why my parents ran when they saw you?”
“Some humans are afraid of Forest Creatures, some want to kill them, and some just want peace. But there are too many humans in this world that want to kill us, instead of helping us. I am guessing your parents were afraid of us Forest Creatures.”
“Why do humans and Forest Creatures fight.”
“No one knows, it’s just like everyone was born to hate each other.”
“But how can I be a dryad if they are both humans?”
“Well I am guessing you were adopted.”
“I guess that would make sense. I mean they never really told me about when I was a baby and they always sounded secretive.” I tried to sit up but my arms were too sore.
“Wow, you are very chill about all this. You just learned that you are probably adopted and you just found out that you’re the first boy dryad ever. And you are just like, totally cool with it.”
“Well, normally in stories a random normal kid’s life is changed all the sudden, they go off to save the world, and it always works. So I know what happens next. You are going to send me off to try and make peace with the humans.”
“It would be way too dangerous to send a kid your age out to do something like that. The Elf King just wanted me to bring you here to Forest Grove to keep you safe from the humans. My job is to find Forest Creatures and bring them here to Forest Grove. Forest Grove is currently one of the few safe places for Forest Creatures.”
“Who is the Elf King? You keep mentioning him.”
“He is the king of the elves. He knows when a Forest Creature finds out that they are a Forest Creature.”
“Why is Forest Grove so safe?”
“Because it is in the middle of nowhere. No humans know where this place is. If any humans found it, that would be bad news for us.”
“Hmm, that makes sense. So when can I go back to my normal life in New York?”
“Now that your parents know that you are a Forest Creature, it’s not safe for you to go anywhere outside of Forest Grove.”
“I guess that makes sense, but I can’t just leave my life behind and stay here with magical strangers that use magic.”
“Only elves can use basic magic to make potions.”
“As I was saying, I have to go to school and my parents are probably wondering where I am right now.”
“Trust me, your parents won’t care what happens to you now that they know you are a dryad.”
“I don’t think my parents would be that mean.”
“I know humans, they are cruel and selfish.”
“How would you know?” When I asked, Allium’s face filled with emotion.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Sorry I asked.”
“Don’t be. I will answer all your questions but I just can’t answer that one.”
“So what do us Forest Creatures do for fun here?” I asked, trying to lift up Allium’s mood.
“Elves like to hunt but dryads don’t eat meat, well except for when they don’t know that they are a dryad. Dryads normally hangout with each other, garden, and work at their shop in the market.”
“The market is an area a little ways from here where Forest Creatures can create a shop and sell stuff to other Forest Creatures.”
“Nice, so where do I live exactly?”
“Dryads like to make tree houses and live in those and elves like to make houses underground.”
“I thought dryads were linked to one tree and lived inside the trunk of the tree.”
“I said that half the myths in this world are true but I never said they were exact.”
“Okay, so I need to build my own house?”
“Yep, that’s another one of my jobs. To teach the newcomers how to build a house.”
“That will be fun. I have always wanted to live in a treehouse because all my life I have been stuck in the city. But right now I think I am a little too weak to build a house.”
“I understand, just take a nap for a while and that bone glue should fully fuse by the time you wake up. A few of my friend are coming by to give you a tour.”
“See ya in a few hours.”
As Allium spoke that last sentence, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
I woke up to a knocking on the door. I was in the same room as I was in when I went to sleep but I was alone in the room. I tried to get out of my cot to answer the door. It was tough, but I finally got out of bed. I stumbled over to the door. When I opened the door my eyes were blinded by the sunlight.
There were 2 girls at the door. One had wavy brown hair, elf ears, green eyes, a happy smile, green hoodie/dress thing, and leather boots. (Why does everyone here were the same thing?) She seemed about 10 years old. The other one had long blond hair with twigs tangled in here hair, light purple eyes, leather boots, and a white dress with a brown leather jacket with green strips on it. She seemed about 9 years old.
“Hello, I am Ashlyn and this is my friend Tulip!” The girl with blond hair exclaimed. “We heard that a new dryad arrived yesterday. You are a boy. How?”
“Why would you think I know?” I asked. “And finally, someone with a normal name!”
“Finally, someone who thinks everyone being named after a flower is annoying.” Tulip mumbled.
“Oh, stop complaining, you are named after a flower too you know.” Ashlyn lectured.
“You think I choose to be named after a flower, Ms. I Have a Normal Name!” Tulip complained.
“Guys stop fighting!” I yelled.
“Sorry.” Both of them said at the same time.
“Sorry, me and Tulip fight a lot. It runs in the family.” Ashlyn said nicely.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Our families have always been mortal enemies,” Ashlyn explained. “Since my grandfather borrowed one of Tulip’s grandmother’s tulips.”
“No,” Tulip said. “Your grandfather stole the tulip. That’s why my mother named me Tulip. Because your grandfather stole my grandmother’s tulip.”
“But you still seem like you are good friends?” I asked.
“When we first got here,” Tulip explained. “We became friends but after a while, we started to complain about simple things. Then I looked it up at the library-”
“Wait,” I interrupted. “There’s a library?”
“Yes but that’s not the point,” Tulip answered. “So I was at the library and found out that mine and Ashlyn’s family were in the middle of a feud. So ever since we are still friends just we fight a lot.”
“Blah, blah, blah.” Ashlyn complained. “That does not matter right now. The whole reason why we came here was to greet you and give you a tour!”
“That would be nice,” I said. “I hear that this will be my home forever, so it will be nice to know where everything is.”
“So this is the library.” Ashlyn pointed to something on our right.
Above us, you could hardly see the sky because of all the trees. On the right of me was a small lake with an island in the middle. There was a fancy oak bridge leading to the island. In the center of the island was a bunch of trees clumped together to make a large building.
“Maybe later we can go in there,” Ashlyn said. “But for now we have so much more to lo-”
“What’s that?” I asked as I pointed at the lake.
There was some kind of creature in the lake. It looked like a dolphin on the outside but when it opened its mouth it had razor sharp teeth.
“That’s a Squrka.” Tulip explained.
“What’s a Squrka?”
“It’s a cross between a dolphin and a shark. It basically is a dolphin that does everything a shark does. But they are surprisingly tame with Forest Creatures.”
“I would still not go near them.” Ashlyn advised. “They can be mean to Forest Creatures if you try to get too close without a treat.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” I responded.
After that, they brought me to Tulip’s house. It was a small cave inside a mountain with some torches and a bed inside.
“It’s not the biggest house but it is something.” Tulip said.
“Hey it’s better than mine.” I joked. “Because I don’t have one.”
“Oh you’ll see.” Ashlyn mumbled.
“What was that?” I asked.
“Nothing.” Ashlyn said a little too fast.
Next we went to Ashlyn’s house, it was a huge treehouse kingdom. It was built into a dozen trees and had green glass all over it as windows.
“How is that a house?” I asked with a shocked face. “I would think that would be for the creator of Forest Grove because it is so big.”
“It actually is!” Ashlyn exclaimed. “My mother was the founder of Forest Grove, well before she disappeared. I don’t want to get into details.”
“Um, okay, hey I forgot to ask this. So I can tell Tulip is an elf because of the ears but what are you Ashlyn? You don’t have green hair.”
“I am half dryad and half human. My mom was a dryad and my dad was a human. I can do everything a dryad can do but I can hide in with humans easily.”
We kept walking through the forest. They showed me some other houses and some nice lakes.
“AHH!” I screamed.
“What?” Tulip asked.
“It’s a snake!” I shouted.
There was a long black slimy snake swerving through the grass.
“It’s just a black racer Michael.” Ashlyn said, soothingly, as the snake slithered away.
“Sorry, I just hate snakes so much.” I explained. “They are my worst fear.”
“Well you better get used to them.” Tulip said. “They are everywhere here. Luckily they are only black racers.”
“Ugh.” I said. “I still hate snakes.”
Tulip and Ashlyn showed me the market, which was just a bunch of tents with chests inside them. If you wanted to buy something from the market you would use these shiny, green, gem thingies. Almost everyone in Forest Grove had a shop at the market.
Ashlyn and Tulip showed me some other houses and a small wood cabin that apparently was the public shower place.
“And here,” Ashlyn explained. “Is where we think your house could be built.”
They showed me a small opening in the woods where the grass was so green and the flowers were so bright I thought I might go blind. There was a huge oak tree in the center.
“That is where your house could go.” Tulip said as she pointed to a tree on my left.
“This is a really nice place,” I answered. “Thank you guys.”
“No problem!” Ashlyn exclaimed. “Okay let’s go to dinner and in the morning we can start building your house.”
“You’re going to help me?” I asked.
“Why not?” Tulip insisted.
“Well thanks guys.” I said.
“No problem!” Ashlyn replied happily.
After that they lead me to the dining area. It was made of 3 fancy oak tables with stone chairs around all the tables. On the tables were metal plates and silver silverware. There was dryads, elves, and some other creature.
The other creatures had a big bubble around them. The creatures had blue hair and mermaid tails.
“What creatures are those?” I asked.
“Those are naiads,” Ashlyn answered. “They’re like water dryads.”
“But why do they have a bubble around them?” I asked.
“It is because they can’t breathe air,” Tulip explained. “There air is water so in order for them to be here with us they have a magical water bubble around them.”
“Why would they need to eat our food?” I asked. “Can’t they eat fish or something?”
“No,” Ashlyn said. “Them eating fish is like dryads eating meat. So the naiads come here for dinner to eat plants like us.”
“Oh my,” I remembered. “I just realized I have eaten meat like 1,000 times in my life.”
“It’s okay,” Ashlyn said. “Lots of dryads eat meat before they find out they are a dryad.”
“Good.” I said. “Wait, if dryads don’t eat meat then why are you wearing a leather jacket and leather boots?”
“It’s vegan leather.” Ashlyn responded.
We walked over to a table where Allium was sitting.
“Hey Michael,” He said. “How was the tour? Did Ashlyn and Tulip for once not fight?”
“Sorry to disappoint you Allium,” I answered. “But no, they fought at the beginning.”
“Guys,” Allium sighed. “Michael is our guest. He is not here to listen to you guys complain.”
“I did nothing wrong.” Tulip complained. “Ashlyn started it.”
“No I did not!” Ashlyn exclaimed. “Tulip did!”
“Sorry about them,” Allium said. “They do this all the time. So how was the tour?”
“It was good,” I said. “They showed me a place where I could build my house.”
“Here is your food.” Out of nowhere, a dryad appeared behind me with a plate of fruit. “And here is your drink.”
She handed me the drink. Inside the cup was water.
“Um, thank you?” I said. “But I did not order anything.”
“Here in Forest Grove we have all the food already prepared and served to you at meal time which is every 4 hours.” Then she disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
“Sorry about her,” Allium explained. “She gives out the food to everyone here.”
“Cool.” I said.
I started to eat my food. It was a mixture of the best fruits I had ever had. There was apples, pineapple, strawberries, and a bunch of other fruits. As we ate the creatures around me welcomed me to Forest Grove and wished me luck with my new life. We ended dinner with lots of laughs and talk about what my new house will look like.
I’m going to be at the Barnes and Noble in Colonie Center in Albany, New York on October 21 from 1-4PM EST. I’ll be signing books and giving out bookmarks and other goodies. Come say hello!