The Mystery of Entity303
Book One: A Gameknight999 Adventure: An Unofficial Minecrafter’s Adventure
Minecraft mods are covering the tracks of a mysterious new villain!
Gameknight999 reenters Minecraft to find it completely changed. There are new monsters that he’s never seen before: giants and skeleton druids and pinch beetles and king spiders and direwolves, not to mention the bosses. Villages are larger than ever, and more heavily fortified; Minecraft had become much more dangerous. Even the very trees had changed, with some of them reaching up taller than the User-that-is-not-a-user ever thought was imaginable.
But with the sudden appearance of another user in Minecraft, with Gameknight’s friend, Weaver, held as a prisoner. Gameknight999 knew something was wrong. This new villain, Entity303, captured and pulled Weaver out of the past and into the present, causing the entire world of Minecraft to change. The new mods added by Entity303 are now tearing apart the land, threatening to destroy the very fabric of Minecraft, and the only way things can be repaired is to save Weaver from the clutches of the vile user.
The User-that-is-not-a-user must follow the trail of his enemy into a strange portal on the ground, ringed by flowers, if he hopes to save Weaver and repair the damage done to Minecraft. But when Gameknight999 and his friends jump through the sparkling purple, they are confronted by a forest filled with terrible monsters, and a danger waiting for them that will turn their blood to ice, and cost the life of one of his companions. Can Gameknight stop Entity303 and save Weaver before all of Minecraft shatters into a million pieces, destroying all life, forever.
Excerpt from Terrors of the Forest
They left the mushroom biome behind and moved into a snowy forest. The air was cold and biting, freezing Gameknight’s nose and cheeks. His breath puffed out before him like smoke that instantly disappeared as it left his mouth. This reminded him of the wintery biomes in the Overworld, but there was something still unusual about it. Far to the left, he could see something that looked like a massive, translucent wall. It was almost as if it were made of blue glass . . . strange.
The atrocity at the mushroom castle weighed heavily on Gameknight’s mind. He was confident it was meant to be a message from Entity303; that user was demonstrating his willingness to destroy anything to achieve his goal. Now they understood each other perfectly.
Crafter was furious. He couldn’t believe anyone could be so ruthless. Hunter and Stitcher were both anxious to exact some revenge, though Stitcher talked about it as if this were some kind of game. Woodcutter and Herder formed theories why the crazed user would do something so terrible, trying to come up with some justification that would explain this insane behavior. Digger and Empech remained silent, the shock of what they’d seen was still etched deep into the scowls they wore on their square faces.
Fletcher seemed the angriest, though also the quietest. He was boiling with anger, his eyes almost glowing with rage, but he was keeping it all bottled up. The large villager hadn’t spoken a word since leaving the mushroom biome, but his body was tense like a coiled spring, ready to explode in some unknown direction. Gameknight felt he needed to get the large villager to talk.
“Fletcher, tell me of your family,” Gameknight asked.
The villager seemed shocked by the question. An uneasy silence fell across the group, only the crunch of their boots on the freshly-fallen snow making any sound.
“You know what happened to my family.” Fletcher adjusted his iron armor, his large shoulders and round belly fitting poorly under the chest plate and leggings. “After all, you were there.”
“I don’t remember, sorry,” the User-that-is-not-a-user said. “I didn’t live through that timeline. In my past, Weaver was an important person and things progressed differently for me than they did for you. Can you tell me what happened?”
“Well, Herobrine was in dragon form,” Fletcher explained. “I don’t know if you remember that?”
Gameknight nodded. “Yes, he did that in my timeline as well.”
“When he finally attacked and turned everything into End stone, some of the spiders attacked just ahead of the transformation wave. Those fuzzy beasts . . .” Fletcher grew silent as the nightmare replayed itself through his memory. He moved away from the rest of the group and walked by himself, hiding his tears from the others.
“Great . . . now look what you’ve done,” Stitcher said with a frown.
“What did I do?” Gameknight asked softly. “What happened?”
Crafter moved to his side and spoke softly.
“His family was caught in the spider’s webs,” the young NPC explained. “They were caught by the transformation wave. Fletcher had to watch from the safety of an obsidian platform while his family was changed from flesh and blood to pale End stone.”
Crafter grew quiet as he, too, relived the terrible moments. The birds and animals in the forest seemed to feel the solemn nature of the moment and grew quiet as well. The only thing audible was Fletcher’s sobs. Gameknight didn’t know what to say.
When there were no more tears left to be shed, Fletcher returned and finally broke the silence. “If we had been able to destroy more of the monsters before Herobrine arrived, maybe those spiders wouldn’t have been there.” The big NPC sighed.
“When we fought that battle, we used minecarts with TNT in them, and hidden TNT cannons to blast the monsters,” Gameknight said.
“What do you mean? Minecarts with TNT? Cannons?” Crafter asked.
“Much of it was actually your idea, Crafter,” Gameknight said. “You were the TNT master . . . in my timeline.”
“I wish we’d had that in our battle,” Fletcher said.
“They were restored when the dragon was killed, weren’t they?” Gameknight asked.
Fletcher sighed, then glanced down at the ground with fists clenched. A lone tear trickled down his flat cheek.
“Gameknight, Herobrine destroyed everyone that was transformed,” Crafter said. “Even though they were no longer a threat, Herobrine flew around and shredded them with his dragon claws, regardless if they were warriors, women, children, the elderly . . . he destroyed them all.”
“You mean your wife and daughter . . .” Gameknight’s voice trailed off as the sorrow of what he just asked Fletcher to relive hit him hard in the chest. “Fletcher, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”
Fletcher sighed as more tears tumbled down his cheeks.
“But we ended up destroying that dragon in the end,” Stitcher said in a loud, triumphant voice. The volume of her comment was shocking, shattering the uneasy silence.
“But too late,” Fletcher moaned.
The User-that-is-not-a-user placed a hand on the large NPC’s shoulder. Fletcher turned and looked straight into his eyes and moved a little closer. He reached into his inventory and pulled out a shattered piece of Endstone wrapped in a soft, red cloth.
“This is a piece of my daughter,” the large villager said, his red eyes filled with despair. He then leaned in close and spoke in a quiet voice, his words only meant for Gameknight’s ears. “If getting Weaver back into your past will save my family, then I’ll do anything, even sacrifice my own life.”
“No one will sacrifice their life,” Gameknight whispered. “We’re all gonna survive whatever Entity303 has in store for us. We’ll stop that crazy user and fix all the damage he’s done to Minecraft.”
“I hope so,” Fletcher said as he wiped his cheeks clean.
One of the wolves far ahead howled. It was the forward scout.
“They found something,” Herder said with a smile.
“Come on, let’s see what it is,” Stitcher said. She sprinted forward, leaping up and down like a child excited for a surprise.
The rest of the party ran toward the howling animals, now more of the proud voices had joined the animal’s song. When he sprinted around a cluster of trees, Gameknight saw a huge stone enclosure, the walls decorated with the undulating shape of some kind of serpent. Bright fireflies sat on the side of the wall, their fat bodies glowing bright green, casting some light on the surroundings.
Near the wall sat an oak tree. Gameknight pulled out a shovel and quickly dug up some dirt blocks, then built a set of steps. He climbed to the top of the tree and peered down into the courtyard. The snow, for some reason, did not fall in the enclosure, making things on the ground easy to see. There were numerous creatures moving about; a small herd of deer munched on grass while a singular of boars moved about in the courtyard, doing whatever boars do.
“Weaver’s scent went into that enclosure,” a voice said at his side. Gameknight turned and found Herder standing next to him. “We need to go in there and see where they came out. Or maybe they didn’t come out, and there’s a tunnel or cave in there.”
Gameknight scanned his surroundings. The ground in the enclosure was covered with grass, stone slabs sprinkled throughout. Maybe twenty columns of stone stood tall throughout the courtyard, with a wide platform of stone slabs at the top and bottom. They were probably six blocks high and a good place to put some archers, just in case.
“Why do you think these walls are here?” Crafter asked from the ground.
“I don’t know,” Gameknight replied.
“I’m not thrilled with the picture of a serpent on the walls,” Hunter said as she drew an arrow from her inventory and notched it to the bowstring.
Stitcher paced about next to her, the younger sister clearly anxious to get in there and see what would happen.
“Empech recommends caution, yes, yes,” the little pech said from the ground. “It is not clear if this wall was meant to keep intruders out, or something else in.”
“Weaver went in there,” Gameknight said. “I think we need to do the same.”
“Excellent,” Stitcher said.
“Something ancient lies within these walls, yes, yes,” Empech said. “Empech can feel it through the fabric of Minecraft; something angry and dangerous.”
“Probably just a spider,” Stitcher said. “Let’s get started. Weaver’s getting farther away as we stand here.”
“I hate to say it, but my noisy little sister is right,” Hunter added. “We have no choice. If we’re gonna catch Weaver, then we need to follow his trail.”
“Okay, everyone, up onto the wall,” Gameknight said.
He stepped from the tree to the top of the wall, then moved further from the leafy blocks to make room for the others. When everyone was on the wall, he glanced to his friends, then nodded his head. They all jumped down into the enclosure at the same time. Instantly, a scraping sound filled the air.
“Did you hear that?” Digger asked. “I heard something.”
“Me, too,” Woodcutter said, his axe held at the ready.
“Move forward,” Gameknight said.
The companions walked slowly forward, stepping over stone slabs and around pools of black sand. Suddenly, a hissing sound, like that of a massive balloon leaking air, reached their ears, the scraping sound growing louder and louder.
And then a massive, scaly green snake emerged from the haze. It had a huge head that was as tall as Gameknight, with eyes glowing blood-red and filled with rage. Its mouth yawned open, showing a line of pointy white teeth. It stopped for a moment, staring at the intruders.
“The Naga,” Empech said in a high-pitched whisper.
“Maybe it’s not hostile?” Digger said in a low, shaking voice.
“It is certainly hostile, yes, yes. Empech can feel its anger. All should stand still and. . . .”
The massive green snake suddenly bellowed an ear-splitting roar and charged straight at them, its body smashing through the stone pillars as if they were made of paper. It seemed to come straight at Gameknight999, as if it had been expecting him. Every nerve in the User-that-is-not-a-user’s body told him to run, just run away. He didn’t want to fail his friends; he just wanted to disappear, but he knew he couldn’t do that.
He glanced around to see if anyone noticed his fear—no, his panic. He was terrified he was going to fail here in front of everyone. But he knew he had to do something; Weaver was counting on him, and he didn’t want to fail him again. So instead, he focused on what was important, Weaver and his friends.
The giant green snake seemed to move in slow motion, its thick scales dragging against the ground.
Be strong and have faith, child, a voice said in his head. It seemed as if it came from some memory, the voice vaguely familiar. And, for a moment, it filled him with the faintest flicker of courage.
Gritting his teeth, Gameknight999 drew his iron sword from his inventory with his left hand, his diamond blade with his right, and charged straight at the creature, yelling at the top of his voice.