An Unofficial Novel

The Origin of Astella

A Short Gameknight999 Story

(The spin-off story of Herobrine’s Daughter)

By: Alora

 

Note:

Yes, I know this may seem confusing at first, but this is just a book to get everyone excited for what’s coming out. I have the complete stories that I am writing almost finished. Then this will make more sense. Thanks to everyone who helped with this book:

Aunna, Tyliee, Mego, Gogo, Disney, Kaylee the Forest Ninja, and Hannah the Air Ninja.

I really appreciate it.

I also want to say a big thank you to Mr. Mark Cheverton. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have been inspired to write this book, and all the others to come. So, THANK YOU!!!

Also, soon I will be animating some music videos that can provide visuals on what I was thinking when I was writing. That way, people can both read, and see the storyline.

Thanks for reading!

Alora-(LunaNova)

 

Quote of the Day:

“May we ever choose the harder right instead of the easier wrong.”  –-Thomas S. Monson

 

 

Astella’s Story

Gameknight999 was taking a peaceful walk around Crafter’s village, finally able to enjoy it. Walking along the path, Gameknight looked around at all the amazing scenery around him. The bright flowers that lined the path looked like little sprinkles on a giant scoop of mint ice cream. As Gameknight passed Baker’s house, he could smell the creamy scent of cake wafting through the open door.

As he continued walking, he noticed every little detail he hadn’t before. Like how bright green the trees were, the warm heat from the blacksmith’s shop, and how much he liked listening to the peaceful notes of the music of Minecraft. They tinkled in the background, bringing him a peace he hadn’t felt in a long time.

The war with Astella was terrible. Hundreds of lives had been lost, on both sides. The new monster kings and queens proved quite a challenge. But, luckily they destroyed Astella, made peace with the other monsters, (besides a few rogue ones), and locked Herobrine up. After losing all his powers, Herobrine was just another helpless person.

Gameknight ended up at the well in the center of the village. He ran his hands over the smooth cobblestone, breathing in a deep sigh of relief. But, of course, that relief didn’t last long.

“Gameknight, GAMEKNIGHT!!!”

The-User-that-is-not-a-User looked up, just in time to see Crafter, Hunter, Stitcher, Monet113, Digger, and Herder skid to a stop right in front of him.

“Gameknight, we’ve got a situation,” said Herder, breathless. “It’s about Astella.”

Gameknight shivered. Astella. He’d hope he’d never have to hear that chilling name again.

“What is it?” he asked. “I thought Astella was dead . . . is she back!?”

“No, luckily she’s still dead,” said Crafter. “But this is about something else. We were going through her castle, and we found something. Something you need to see.”

Gameknight bit his lip. “What do I need to see?”

Hunter looked around, suddenly nervous. “We should talk in private.” She led the others into the nearest building, which was the blacksmith’s shop. The furnaces were lit, smelting iron ore into iron bars. When the group entered, the blacksmith looked up.

“Ah, Crafter,” he said in a cheery voice. “What brings you here?”

“Hey Smithy,” said Crafter. “Could we have some privacy? It’s important.”

“Of course.”

Smithy bowed to Crafter, and exited the shop.

As soon as the others entered the shop, Hunter turned, and shut the door. Making sure no one else was in the room, she turned to Stitcher. “Show him.”

Stitcher pulled out a black book. On the cover were gold symbols that Gameknight didn’t recognize.

“What is it?”

“We read a few pages, and I think it’s Astella’s journal,” said Digger.

Gameknight blinked. “Astella’s journal?”

Crafter nodded. “Here,” he said, handing the book to him.

Gameknight turned to the first page.

You have no idea what happened today!

So, today I was in the cave with my dad and the rest of the shadow crafters, when Malacoda arrived. He brought Erebus and a lot of other monsters.

But that’s not the exciting part!

He brought another villager with him. A captive. She had this mass of bright red hair. It looked exactly like the sky at sunset, which is my favorite time of day.

Anyway, apparently her name was Hunter.

How cool!

So anyway, Ironbrine built this massive cage for her, and they just plopped her right in.

Well, as soon as I got my first chance, I went to talk with her. She was . . . mean, at first, but slowly, we became frenemies.

We were still on different sides after all.

But despite that, we got along surprisingly well.

I have to admit, I do miss her. She was rescued by Gameknight999 and his friends.

I wish I had friends that loyal. All my friends are monsters. They’re good and all, but I wish I had someone like me.

*Sigh*

Signing off,

Astella

 

“I remember that,” said Hunter. “She always did look a little sad when she was talking to me. I kind of feel bad for her now. All she wanted was a friend that wasn’t a monster.”

“This seems like a regular journal though,” said Gameknight. “What’s so special about it?”

“We thought it was regular journal too,” said Crafter. “Until we read the last page. We found something . . . interesting. Something about Astella’s past.”

Crafter turned to the very last page, and then handed the book to Gameknight. He looked down at the page and began to read.

Whoever else is reading this . . . you shouldn’t. Only me and my dad know what happened that day. But, I suppose that all secrets need to surface sometime in the black abyss we call time. You know, it’s funny how people would want to read this, read something, as dark as this. It makes me laugh. But, enough stalling. It’s time I told you the real story of how I met my dad, Herobrine.

Did you know I didn’t always look like him? I didn’t have a small nose, back when I was me. I didn’t have all my powers, back when I was me. I actually used to be a villager.

My name was Fisher.

A couple friends and I were having fun by ‘sword fighting’ to train for the armies of Herobrine. It was during the Pre-alpha experimental program, and Herobrine had just come to the village for the first time, bringing a monster hoard with him. My dad, Smithy, stopped the monsters though, and banished him. So my friends were preparing for when Herobrine would get revenge, afraid of what he might do.

Looking back, I find it funny that I was afraid of my dad. It’s strange, but I suppose that’s just how fear works.

Rider, my brother, and I had just taken up wooden swords and had started swinging. Some of the villagers had gather around to watch, just for fun, my dad included. Rider nearly had me pinned, ready to declare himself the winner, when suddenly, something happened.

I wasn’t . . . myself.

I found a new power in me. All I know was that there was a blood curdling scream, and blurs of color. And suddenly, Rider was gone. I looked down, and found a wooden sword, and three glowing balls of XP.

I killed my friend.

All around me, villagers were silent. I stepped back, dropping the wooden sword. The realization of what I had done sunk in. My hands were shaking, nearly vibrating. I could feel hot tears slide down my face. My words were  caught in my throat.

My dad stepped up to me with angry tears in his eyes. ‘H-how could you? You just killed your brother!’ he asked. ‘You’re not a monster, yet you killed him like one!’

I tried stammering out a explanation on why that happened, and that I didn’t know why I did that, but then my father said something that killed me.

‘You killed my son.’

That’s what he said. As if, I didn’t belong to the family anymore. And, I soon found out, that’s exactly what happened.

My dad did something that even the other villagers didn’t expect. He pulled out a sword, and aimed it right at my chest. ‘You’re not fit to be a daughter of mine,’ he spat. ‘Leave this community and never come back!’

I gasped in shock, tears streaming down my face. But my dad didn’t care. He urged other villagers to bring out weapons. Soon, the entire community was turned on me.

I turned and ran, crying, into the nearby forest. I expected my dad to chase after me, wanting to apologize for being rash, but he never did.

Typical of villagers.

I ran until I couldn’t run any longer. I leaned against a tree to catch my breath.

I looked around me. I was in the deepest part of the forest. Trees were extremely thick in this part of the woods. Thick fog surrounded me, each tree looking twisted and evil.

I could taste salty tears as they ran past my lips, but I didn’t bother wiping them away. I was still in shock. I couldn’t believe what my father just did.

The memory was still fresh in my mind. My dad yelling at me, pulling out a sword, and banishing me.

I couldn’t help it, a small cry slipped past my lips. I sat down hard on the ground, pulled my knees to my chest, and bawled like a baby. I let out all my emotion, all in one good cry.

I only stopped crying after I heard a voice.

‘Don’t cry,’ it said. ‘It’s okay, I’m here now.’

I instantly looked up, hastily wiping away my tears.

A person was standing in front me. He wore a dark smock, with strange designs all over it. I looked higher, and noticed his nose was small. His hair was jet black, and it reached almost to his shoulders. It stretched into a widow’s peak on his forehead.  But the strange thing was that his eyes were glowing white.

I leaned back, knowing who this was. ‘You’re the guy who attacked the village!’ I yelled at him.

I expected him to draw a gleaming iron sword and fight me . . . but he never did. Instead, he held out a hand to me. ‘Don’t worry little one,’ he said. ‘I’m not going to hurt you.’

I pressed my back against the tree trunk, and didn’t take his hand. ‘I’m sorry,’ I said. ‘But first, why would I trust you, and what’s even your name?’

The strange man sighed. ‘I’m Herobrine,’ he said. ‘And the reason why I won’t hurt you, is that you’re special.’

‘What do you mean?’ I asked him.

‘I saw what you did in the village earlier, and I was really impressed by your skills. I didn’t expect a villager of your age to know how to fight like that.’

‘Y-you saw that?’ I asked.

‘Yes,’ he replied. ‘I understand what it’s like to be cast out. It hurts, doesn’t it?’

I glanced at the ground and didn’t answer.

‘People fear what they don’t understand,’ said Herobrine. ‘And what they fear, they seek to destroy. But, if you come with me, you won’t be alone. I will protect you, and we can get revenge on those who hurt you.’

I turned to him. ‘You’ll protect me?’ I asked.

‘Yes,’ he said with a comforting smile. ‘In fact, I will even claim you as my daughter. I’ve always wanted a true daughter, one that looked like me, not one that looked like a monster.’

‘What?’ I asked. ‘What do you mean I look like you?’

Herobrine pointed to a nearby stream. I walked over to it.

When I looked in, I didn’t look like my normal villager self. My normal red hair changed to blonde, and I had a small nose. I was wearing a short dress, with red along the edges. And not a normal red: a blood red. I wore black flat shoes, with  black hearts on the end. But the most curious thing was my eyes. They were sea-green, with flecks of silver in them. And they seemed to be glowing slightly from the inside.

Even though it was different, I loved it. I liked this new look. I looked back at Herobrine.

‘You changed into a virus, like me,’ he explained. ‘You have all the powers of a virus, and possibly even more.’

‘But what caused me to change?’ I asked.

‘I honestly don’t know,’ he replied. ‘Most of the time, nothing would happen to a villager if they killed one of their own, other than the probability of being exiled. But, like I said, you’re special.’

He held out his hand again. ‘If you come with me, there will be no more suffering. Come on, Astella,’ he said.  

‘That’s not my name,’ I said. ‘My name is . . .’

Herobrine cut me off. ‘I think Astella will suit you better,’ he said.

‘Why do you want me?’ I asked. ‘What kind of person loves another who kills?’

‘You’re the only one who will understand me, personally.’

I hesitated, but then thought back to Smithy’s words: ‘You killed my son!’ My dad never even tried to find out my side of the story. He instantly disowned me. He never reached out to me, like a real dad. Fresh tears trickled down, leaving tear stains on my dirty cheeks.

Herobrine instantly noticed. He kneeled on one knee, and gently wiped away my tears with a comforting hand.

It was a soft hand, not rough, like I expected it to be. It was also very warm, and it filled me with feelings of peace.

Herobrine held out his hand. ‘Even if that blacksmith doesn’t accept you anymore I will,’ he said. ‘I hope you understand . . . I love you.’

That was all I needed to hear. I needed someone to love me. I accepted my new name and role. I grabbed onto his hand, and then, Herobrine pulled me into a tight hug.

‘I won’t let you down, my daughter,’ he said to me.

‘I love you dad,’ I whispered into his ear.

He smiled, and then we both walked into the start of our destinies. He gave me a share of all his powers soon after. That was the day, when my eyes started to glow, like his.

Now, I understand that this is a lot to take in. It was surprising at first, but, I got used to it. Everyone does, eventually. Things change, and sometimes, you’ve got to accept it.

I went back to the village, you know. A few days after I attacked and killed Rider.

I snuck into an alleyway between Baker’s house, and my old one.

I peeked in the window. Smithy was there, with all my old siblings.

Above a family chest were pictures of each individual child. But, today I noticed mine was simply . . . gone.

I later found out that my parents took it down, because they were ashamed of me. That’s one trait of villagers that make them weak.

They’re scared of anything, while I laugh in the face of danger.

But, I will admit . . . it hurt me. I really loved my old family. But now they don’t acknowledge I was ever a part of the family.

I actually walked in, after seeing that. My old family didn’t recognize me.

Smithy drew a shiny silver sword, and demanded my name.

I told him that my name was Astella, but it used to be Fisher.

My dad dropped the sword in surprise and shock and . . . fear. He questioned my change. I told him, that the reason why I changed was because of what he said to me: ‘You killed my son!’

I told him I knew where I wasn’t wanted.

Then, I told him I joined forces with Herobrine, and that from now on, my family is built of dark, evil creatures.

And that now, we weren’t family.

We were mortal enemies.

Then I teleported away, back to Daddy.

I never saw Smithy again. Not because he was killed, but because I refused to ever show my face to him.

Herobrine tried coaxing me to join the battles, so I could see Smithy’s defeat, but no. I stayed in the deep, dark, caves, and practiced my new powers. I got really good at them too. Did you know that?

It’s been about 10 years since the accident happened. To this day, I still don’t know why I killed Rider. It haunts me deep down, thinking about what I did.

But, I refuse to show it. I refuse to show any emotion. As soon as I grabbed onto Daddy’s hand, I vowed I’d keep all emotions bottled up inside. Yes, once in awhile they do slip, but it rarely happens. Why should I care my “brother” died?

After all . . . accidents happen don’t they?

Although, it was a strange event. Herobrine figured it was a glitch in my program, but I don’t think so. I think it’s something more. I don’t know what, but I know that it was bad. To this day, I still ask these questions: why did that happen, and what will happen in the near future?

Yours truly,

Astella

Gameknight was speechless, his words choked in his throat.

“Just incredible, isn’t it,” said Hunter, breathing deeply.

“Guys, what we just learned doesn’t leave this room. Do you understand?” asked Gameknight, finally finding his voice.

The others nodded in understanding.

Gameknight began handing the book back when suddenly, Hunter gasped. “Gameknight, look,” she said, pointing to the page.

Gameknight looked down and gasped. Blood-red letters started filling the page. As Gameknight watched, they formed into a message.

Gameknight’s blood grew icy cold, like he was sinking through a freezing ocean, and that there was no hope of getting back to the surface.

Gameknight started reading and the more he read, the more his fear grew.

Did you really think I was dead?

Did you really think that I’m gone?

Yeah, right.

I’m still alive Gameknight999

And I want to thank you.

You helped accomplish my goal.

The one my dad was never able to finish.

I’m free. I’m in the Internet.

Thanks to you.

 

I want you to know something,

The-User-that-is-not-a-User.

There’s nowhere in Minecraft you can run to that I won’t find you.

There’s nowhere in the physical world that I won’t kill you.

You can run, but you can’t hide.

And, if it’s the last thing I do, I will find you.

And then . . . after I do,

I’LL KILL YOU!

 

The page crumbled away, and blew to the ground in a pile of dust, marking the spot where the Last Battle for Minecraft, will truly start.

 

To be continued . . .