There were burning minecarts moving along rails with NPC’s sprinting toward them. But the surprise was their hands; they were joined together.
This isn’t right, GameKnight thought.
GameKnight glanced at the NPC’s and saw Herder. “Herder! What’s going on?” GameKnight shouted to his friend. Herder turned, stared at GameKnight and looked away, in fear; fear of GameKnight.
GameKnight noticed that the other Villagers were doing the same thing. Including Crafter.
Suddenly, a handful of NPC’s threw ropes around GameKnight, then tied him up. “What’s happening?!” he said. He then saw Hunter- arms freed, and angry. Very angry. “Throw him into the dungeon, with Herobrine!” Hunter said to the NPC’s. “Herobrine?!” GameKnight shouted.
A few minutes after being tossed into the dungeon, GameKnight looked around. “No Herobrine.” GameKnight said to himself. “I’m up here, dimwit!” said a voice from above. GameKnight quickly glanced above and saw the Shadow-Crafter tied up. His eyes were not glowing as bright as they usually were. “You’re not supposed to exist!” GameKnight said as he drew his enchanted diamond sword. “The stupid Oracle brought my essence back from the deleted code. I’m not sure why, though. She then drained my Shadow-crafting powers, then handed me over to these brainless NPC’s. They literally threw me in, then tied me up.” The dark creature said. “Now the monsters sense my existence, and attacked this village. They failed. But I heard the Oracle say to your crafter, that you have turned against them, and you leaded the monsters to this village. Now cut me down, and we can escape!”