Chapter 6
The Prophecy
Gameknight999 swam down through the cold water, his lungs starting to squeeze from the lack of air. He could feel the magic in the water pulling around him, this was El Rio De Portals, The River Of Portals. It was the connection between the Far Lands and the Overworld.
And he was going to the bottom of it.
They had found a ancient Desert temple down by the river, it had once allowed the people of the Far Lands to go from one side to the other. They had broken the floor, and found a magic whirlpool that faded away and left a tunnel to the bottom that had four chests. The walls were made of the river, and that’s what he was in.
Finally, the User-that-is-not-a-user reached the bottom. He gulped up the humid air. His friends, Fletcher, Smithy, and Harvester were all combing through the chests. “Oh, horse armor! Melons! An enchanted book! I got diamonds! Emeralds! Bread! I got obsidian!”
None of them were looking at the center of the room. Where the light was.
A lectern. And on the stand, a book. A glowing blue book. Gameknight approached the lectern, feeling somewhat scared. Taking a deep breath, he cautiously reached out his arm and flipped to the first page. Nothing happened. He leaned over and started reading.
And this is what he saw.
THE PROPHECY
He smiled. Oh, good. He thought. It’s my story. Nothing to worry about. But his smile faded as he kept reading.
THE PROPHECY
At the beginning, the Far Lands and the Overworld were nearly the same. A portal was always wide open and anyone could go from side to side. But The One Who Must Not Be Named did not like having it wide open, so The Evil One had a Far Lands Wizard close the portal by stopping the magic river that was the Far Lands portal. But this caused horrible destruction to both worlds, and the Far Lands went through horrible war after horrible war. This is what killed off most of the wizards and warlocks. But the Overworld suffered many times more. The One Who Must Not Be Named created the Four Terrors Of Minecraft. The Eyeless One almost took complete control. But the worst of the Four Terrors Of Minecraft, The Sorcerer Of Blood, attacked the One Who Must Not Be Named in a desperate attempt to take over Minecraft himself. The plan did not work, but the challenge weakened The One Who Must Not Be Named and Minecraft was free at last. Eons later, a strange wave went over the land. All the villagers lost their memory and their hands were locked across their chest. They did not know what had happened, and began to recognize it as The Awakening.
Gameknight chest tightened. “They mean…” he said softly to himself, “There was a long war before The Awakening? And the villagers had free hands?”
The villagers had their own Prophecy, one about a User-that-is-not-a-user that would come from the Other Place and save them from many horrors. The time this Prophecy started is unknown, but it is thought to have been created soon after a small war the villagers of the Overworld call The Great Zombie Invasion. It is unknown, but it is thought The Blood Sorcerer was an important part of that war, and The One Who Must Not Be Named played a small part as well.
Gameknight’s blood turned to ice. A small war? The Great Zombie Invasion? If that was small… then what were the other wars before that like?
This is all in the future.
No it’s not! He thought.
Help will be sent to the User-that-is-not-a-user long before this happens.
What help? He thought furiously.
There will be a savior.
If that’s the Oracle, you can kiss Minecraft goodbye!
The Hero.
Sorry, but the only Hero I know that isn’t dead or locked in a destroyed computer chip is, oh, I don’t know, NOBODY?!?!
At first, the User-that-is-not-a-user and the Hero will be enemies.
Who is it, Entity303?
The Hero will be defeated by The-user-that-is-not-a-user.
Oh, great! So I kill the only one who can save the world!
But the Hero will come back.
Oh, do they?
And they will take the place of the User-that-is-not-a-user.
Oh, they will, now?
They will lead the Villagers and Humans of the Overworld and the Villagers and Wizards and Warlocks of the Far Lands.
Oh, so this involves the Far Lands now, does it?
They will defeat The One Who Must Not Be Named and bring peace to Minecraft.
I’m sorry, but I already have!
And the Hero would no longer have any more to do in Minecraft, and they will leave with the User-that-is-not-a-user to The Other Place.
Oh, so now I’m taking people away?
Minecraft will have no more reason to fret.
“So that’s it? All I have to do is leave Minecraft and everyone will be happy?” Gameknight yelled. He stopped suddenly, realizing that he had picked up the book and was clutching it so hard his knuckles were turning white. “Ahh…” he said. His friends were all standing around him, staring at the book with pale faces. “Did I say that out loud?” He said weakly. The look on their faces told him all he needed to know.
“But wait, there’s more,” Harvester said. Gameknight flipped the page.
THE PORTAL
It read in big letters. Gameknight scanned the page. “It’s all about how to get back to the Overworld,” he said. “There’s a Desert well straight ahead from the hole. I’m supposed to stand next to it and say this code.” He gestured to the page, where a long poem had been written in some sort of fancy scrawl.
“But there one more page!” Smithy said. “What does it say?” Gameknight flipped the page again. His eyes widened as he saw the page. “Woah,” he breathed. “What?” Fletcher said. She sounded anxious. There was no doubt about the Overworld now. Gameknight cleared his throat.
“Whoever finds this,” he began. “Watch your back.” He stopped, confused. “Keep going!” The three NPCs urged. “Their coming. The shadows. They’ve always been coming. They are getting stronger. The One is getting stronger. The Maker. He comes. Ever forward. They will find me. I will be done for. She will be done for. The world will be over. The Blood Sorcerer. The Hero. The User-that-is-not-a-user. They are one and the same. Together. Apart. The One Who Must Not Be Named. He will not stop. The shadows are coming. Always coming.
The Void will rise.
The monsters will cower.
The villagers will die.
The humans will rebirth.
The Shark will swim through the seas and have the water.
The Snake will slither forward and rule the land.
The Panther will pounce and rule the night.
The Blood Sorcerer.
He will be last.
He will control all.
The sun will be put out.
The moon will shatter.
The stars will fall.
The rain will turn to acid.
The forests will burn.
The jungles will be everything.
The jungles will be deserts.
The deserts will be swallowed by the ocean.
The oceans will dry.
The sand will be glass.
The glass will be nether.
The nether will be stone.
The stone will be bedrock.
The bedrock will be Void.
The Void will be all.
I am evil.
I am kind.
I am power.
My name is M-“
Gameknight stopped. His eyes widened with fear. “What?” Harvester asked. “What’s their name?” Gameknight shook his head. He mumbled something they couldn’t hear. He held up the book.
There was no name. M was it. But there- right there- under the last line was a splatter of something. Something red. Something the color of dry blood.