The Mystery of Entity303
Book Two: A Gameknight999 Adventure: An Unofficial Minecrafter’s Adventure
The search for Entity303 takes Gameknight999 on a mystical adventure through the ages.
Gameknight999 is hot on the trail of his enemy, Entity303. Only that evil villain knows the secret location of the magical diamond portal that will allow Weaver to be sent back into the past and repair the timeline. Without that portal, the future of Minecraft is at risk and may be shattered.
But Entity303 has disappeared into the many worlds of Mystcraft, searching for something to help him continue his plans of destruction. Gameknight999 and his companions have no choice; they must follow their enemy through worlds green skies, blue-leafed trees, floating islands, blood-red moons and much worse. They must weave their way through the ages, some of them decaying right out from under their feet as they pursue Entity303, trying to catch him before the evil user carries out the next part of his plan.
But as they jump from dimension to dimension, Gameknight will be confronted with a challenge that will make him question everything he knows about Minecraft. And the decision that he’ll be required to make to continue his pursuit of Entity303 will condemn millions to lives of misery. Will the User-that-is-not-a-user have the strength to do what’s right . . . does he even know what’s right . . . we’ll see.
Excerpt from Monsters in the Mist
The cobblestone platform was surrounded by columns of ice that stretched high into the air like the ice spikes of the Overworld. But these frozen structures were much taller than anything his companions had ever seen, stretching up thirty blocks, if not more. To Gameknight999 they looked like some mythical giant had thrust them up through the snowy landscape from deep underground. The bright sun overhead sent rays through the crystalline structures, breaking the light up into rainbow colors that splashed down across the snowy terrain. Red and greens and blues and yellows stretched across the ground, coloring the snow like sheets of multi-flavored cotton candy. It was like standing inside a kaleidoscope . . . it was fantastic.
“What is this place?” Digger asked as he set Tux on the ground.
Instantly, the little penguin flopped down on her side and rolled around on the ground, the cold, frozen carpet of snow caressing her skin. She squawked and squeaked with delight. Stitcher sat down next to the penguin, picking up balls of snow and rubbing them against her black and white body. Tux purred contentedly.
Gameknight moved to a small hill and climbed to the top. Carefully, he surveyed the landscape, searching for any of the purple taint that was slowly infecting the last world. This Age was covered with snow and ice, the white terrain only broken by the occasional dark trunks of trees, the normally green-shaded leaves frozen to a glacial blue. Strange jagged shafts of translucent ice stuck up into the air, forming complex crystalline structures in every shape and size. It was as if the giant forms had been moving, dancing in every way possible, then were suddenly frozen in place, their waltz violently stilled. Though Gameknight found the shapes beautiful, they were also disturbing.
“Pretty incredible landscape.” Crafter moved to his side and gazed out across the biome.
“Sure, if you like freezing,” Hunter added as she crunched her way to the top of the hill.
Gameknight glanced at each and smiled. “It’s fantastic the way the sunlight goes through those icy pillars and the . . .”
“Village,” Hunter snapped suddenly.
“The what?” the User-that-is-not-a-user asked, confused.
“I said village,” the girl replied, her curly red hair looking unusually bright against the frozen landscape. “There’s a village over there.” She pointed with her enchanted bow.
Gameknight turned and peered in the direction she pointed. In the distance, a village was visible, the houses made of snow and packed ice, blending in with the background. A tower made of light blue ice loomed over the village, the top covered with snow. It reminded Gameknight of a frosted blueberry popsicle. He smiled.
“This land is in pain, like the last, yes, yes,” Empech said in his high-pitched voice.
Gameknight turned and glanced down at the little gnome. The pech shook, but not from the cold. The User-that-is-not-a-user could see a look of fear in his deep blue, gem-like eyes. Something wasn’t right.
“What’s happening here?” he asked.
“It is not clear, but something is wrong, yes, yes.”
“We should check the village,” Crafter said. “Make sure everyone there is okay.”
“Maybe you’re right,” Gameknight replied.
One of the wolves barked, then gave off a loud howl.
“My wolves found Entity303’s scent,” Herder said. “He went that way.” The boy pointed in the direction opposite from the village. “We should follow.”
“I think we need to check the village first,” Gameknight said.
“But the trail . . .” Herder said.
“Sometimes people are more important than animals,” Weaver interrupted, his voice ringing with anger.
A wolf next to Herder growled, his fur bristling.
“It’s all right, Weaver,” Gameknight said. “Herder just wants to keep the wolves on a fresh scent.”
Herder nodded, his long, tangled hair falling across his face.
“I’m going to the village to check it out,” the User-that-is-not-a-user continued. “All of you can stay here if you want.”
Squawk, squawk! Tux said, then scurried up the hill and stood at Gameknight’s side.
“I have to agree with Tux,” Hunter said. “Let’s follow Gameknight999.”
“Everyone get your bows out and keep your eyes open,” the User-that-is-not-a-user said. “We need to be ready just in case Entity303 left some kind of surprise here for us.”
They moved out, following Gameknight999 as he ran toward the village. His breath created a billowing cloud of mist as he exhaled, his nose and lips growing cold and getting slightly numb. His fingers ached as he squeezed his bow, but Gameknight didn’t want to put it away; an itch at the back of his neck was telling him something was amiss.
A growl sounded off to the left. It was a polar bear with two of her cubs. The huge animal stood up on her back feet and snarled at the party, her eyes and nose dark as charcoal. The creature extended sharp, black claws for the end of her front paws and waved them in the air. Instantly, Gameknight veered to the right, wanting to keep as much distance between them and the massive animal as possible; it was never a good idea to tangle with a polar bear while her cubs were near. The wolves growled back at the bear, but happily moved away from the huge predator as well.
“Anyone there?” Crafter yelled as they neared the village.
The only sound was the crunching of their boots through the frozen crust of snow. The ever-present wind blew from the east, causing a jingling sort of sound to fill the air. Gameknight thought it sounded like delicate crystalline wind chimes, but he’d never heard those before in Minecraft.
“Looks like they’re all gone,” Hunter said.
“Come on,” Gameknight said, sprinting forward.
The party ran across the frozen plane, the sound of tinkling wind chimes slowly getting louder. When they entered the village, the companions split up, searching the homes. Herder’s wolves circled the cluster of buildings, smelling the ground for traces of NPCs, but quickly returned; they found nothing.
Gameknight stood next to the village well and waited, nervously shifting his bow from one hand to the other.
Squawk! Tux said.
Kneeling, the User-that-is-not-a-user patted his friend on her soft head. “I don’t know where everyone is either. But if they’re gone . . . where did they go?”
The penguin squawked again, then flopped over on her side and rolled about in the snow.
Hunter suddenly appeared at Gameknight’s side, her brow furled in confusion.
“Anything?” he asked.
She shook her head, her curls bouncing about like crimson springs. “I didn’t find anyone, but I found items from people’s inventories discarded all over the place.”
“That doesn’t sound good,” Gameknight replied. “Show me.”
She led him to the nearest house. Right in front of the door, a pile of tools hovered just off the ground, bobbing up and down as if riding the gentle swells of an unseen ocean. The pickaxe, shovel, and sword were all covered with a thick layer of snow, making them difficult to see against the snowy ground.
“What are these?” he asked, pointing to the wall.
The wind chimes grew louder.
Thin shards of ice were stuck against the door of the house. Each looked like a tiny dagger and was plunged deep into the wood. Gameknight reached out and touched the keen edge of the frozen spike; it was razor sharp. He glanced over his shoulder and found Crafter and Empech standing near the village well, talking. He motioned them to come near. Digger and Woodcutter saw the gesture and came as well.
“Anyone ever see anything like this before?” Gameknight asked, pointing to the door.
“Oh no,” a high-pitched voice said. “Ice cores, yes, yes.”
Gameknight turned and found Empech staring at the door, a scared expression on his oversized, gray face.
“What?” Hunter asked. “Are these frozen spikey-things called ice cores?”
The pech shook his head, then glanced around nervously. The sound of the wind chimes grew louder, coming from south of the village. This drew the little gnome’s attention away from the door and toward the jingling sound.
“They’re coming,” Empech screeched. He shifted nervously from foot to foot as if he were standing on blazing hot coals. “Ice cores are coming. Can’t you hear them?”
The wind chimes grew even louder, as if the source was now in the village.
“You mean those bell-like sounds?” Crafter said.
“Yes, yes, ice cores,” the pech said, his deep blue eyes filled with fear. “They’re coming. We must flee.”
“Flee from what? A bunch of icicles clinking together?” Hunter asked.
Just then, a handful of razor sharp daggers of ice streaked through the air and thudded against the wall of the home, one of them striking Gameknight in the shoulder. He flashed red, taking damage.
Turning, he drew his diamond sword to face the threat. Expecting skeletons or zombies or bears; Gameknight999 was shocked at what he saw. Weaving between the buildings were creatures he’d never seen before. Their heads seemed as if they were made of packed snow and ice, a speckled blue and white texture to their faces, with black soulless eyes that stared right at Gameknight and his friends. Around the disembodied head, blue, crystalline spikes revolved, each one faceted with razor-sharp edges and pointed tips, some of the icy shafts clinking together, making the wind chime sound.
The frozen spikes began spinning faster around one of the creatures, then it leaned forward and shot its them at the company. Out of instinct, Gameknight reached into his inventory and drew his shield. Holding it before him, he felt the icy shards embed themselves into the shield, some of them going all the way through and protruding out the back.
“I’m thinking we should get out of here,” Hunter said as she pulled a spike from her leg, grunting in pain.
“I think you’re right,” Gameknight replied.
The group turned to escape, but the sound of more wind chimes filled the air as another group of ice cores approached from the other side of the village. Mixed in with the floating terrors were creatures that looked like armored guards, but as they neared, Gameknight saw they had no legs; they floated across the frozen ground just like the ice cores, frozen clouds of snow streaming out from beneath their breastplates. A loud growl filled the air as a squat creature with white fur and frozen blue flesh ringing its mouth and eyes approached, a toothy snarl showing on its square face. Long, sharp teeth filled the creature’s mouth as it bellowed.
“Yeti!” Empech exclaimed, “and aurora guards. We are in trouble, yes, yes.”
They were surrounded, with their backs against the building. Gameknight knew if they tried to run through the crowd of approaching monsters, they would be doomed.
“Gameknight, what do we do?” Hunter asked, “You have any plan that doesn’t involve us being destroyed?”
But the User-that-is-not-a-user was paralyzed with fear. He couldn’t move. It felt as if he feet were frozen in the ground and the blood in his veins had turned to ice. All Gameknight999 could do was stand there and wait for their destruction to crash down upon them.