Chapter 1: The Return … Tommy decided to see his friends again with the digitizer. Then he made preparations to be able to transfer inside the game. He turned on the digitizer, put a sign on the cellar door and finally sat down on a comfortable seat. He started the whole thing and Felt the light envelop it. He was cold and warm at the same time, and felt himself sucking inside his central unit. He opened his eyes and realized that he was in a bed. The fresh air of the room filled his lungs. He got up and went to the window of the building in which he had appeared. Gameknight saw the village of Crafter with its crowded streets and well-guarded ramparts. He saw hurried villagers and others, enjoying the good times while discussing. He descended through the trap door into the corner of the room and into the entrance of what was actually the village church. The mossy stones reminded him of the underground dungeons he had often explored. He greeted the priest and left the old building. He went to the center of the village where he could see Crafter, counting the many adventures he had experienced. Arriving at his old friend, he got into history to continue in his place. Crafter: … and it was then that the Herobrine virus recovered Xa-Tul and took it away before his last Pv evaporated! Gameknight: And that’s how we won the first battle against the zombie-town! Gameknight climbed the edge of the well and pulled out his sword and pointed it to the sky the other day. The young villagers were impressed by the great man of the prophecy standing before them. With eyes glittering with admiration, they shouted cries and applauded him. Gameknight went downstairs and started a conversation with Crafter.
Gameknight: It’s been a long time since I didn’t come to the digitizer! How does the village behave?
Crafter: Very good! Listen, you know, since the zombies were drunk on our heels … We live our lives quietly.
Gameknight: Yes, where is Hunter? I have not seen her for a long time.
Crafter: She’s forming her first archer squad. He winked and he showed a villager who was lurking behind a bush. Four young villagers followed her, trying to imitate her movements.
Gameknight: Well! It’s a good… A strange sound stopped him, a heavy noise gave a sinister side to the usual music of Minecraft.
Gameknight: It’s not possible … We’re still at peace. Who still wants me dead …? Gameknight looked anxiously at the sky.