The king and his miners and the hero(brine)

“Hiiiiiiiiiiisssssssssssssssssssssssss.” It walked to the giant wall that had been erected during the night. Craning its unshapely head upwards it counted it to be a few dozen feet. Walking alongside the wall it reached a corner, turning the corner it reached another. And another. And another. And another.

“Hurry up son.”

“Dad I can’t get a good shot if you keep egging me on.” The green monstrosity looked upwards to see two things. Invaders of its home.

“HHHHIIIIIII“ Drawing its bow the larger of the two shoot an arrow into its eye. The green monster caught flame and was flung back several feet. It hopped back towards the wall only to burn to a crisp before it even came close.

The young one looked up at his dad. “Oh come on dad! How am I supposed to learn to shoot a bow if you keep shooting all the targets?” Sighing he put his bow away but continued to look at his dad.

Smiling he ruffled his son’s head. “Don’t you worry lillun, you’ll get your chance someday.”

The child pushed his dad’s hand away and pulled his hair back the way he liked it. “Quit it dad! You’re messing up my hair.”

“Alright how ‘bout this son, we’ll go home and get some steak and cake?”

“Add some cookies and you have yourself a deal dad!”

Smiling he shook his head. “You and your cookies son.” Smiling his son looked back up at him. Indicating with his head they walked to the wall. The dad holding out his right hand conjured forth his pickaxe and dug through it, leaving a space just big enough for him and his son to get through. Once his son came through he put the cobblestone back in its place, sealing the wall back together.

Together they got back on the gravel road that was built many, many years ago. Walking past the trees and flowers they kept their eyes open for any more creepers, seeing as how it was thankfully still daylight and no other monsters came out at this time.

Catching sight of his home the child looked back at his dad and yelled at him, “Race ya back to the castle!” Watching his son run ahead of him he chuckled and ran after him.

Together they ran towards the entrance of the castle, neither of them paid attention to the decorated gardens, iron golems, houses or farms which was understandable seeing as how they had passed by it many times before and in the father’s case helped build all of it.

Leaping up the flights of stairs by two steps at a time the son reached the castle gate first. “First!”

Panting the father was right behind him. “I’m getting to *hah* old for this.”

Walking into the castle foyer filled with various paintings, and other decorations, he turned back to his dad continuing to walk towards the kitchen. “Dad you’re not that old.”

Looking back down at his son he asked him, “And two millennia isn’t old?”

“No! Now five millennia is! I mean just look at Steve!”

“Heh I suppose he is. Now come on I remember that I promised you some food.” Yelling with delight the child ran to the kitchen. Deciding to walk he followed his child. When he arrived there his son was already putting the plates and food on the table.

Glancing around the room something wasn’t right. Taking a long hard look at the kitchen he saw nothing amiss. The window was still there, there wasn’t a creeper staring inside through it either. No skeletons in the closet, no zombies in the freezer, the weird egg thing from the enderdragon was still in its display case by the fridge.

“Hey dad somebody left out a book for you.” Turning around he saw his son holding up the one thing that was amiss, mumbling a thank you to his son, he flipped the book open.

'Dear Minutor you can find me and the others down in the mines we marked the path we took with redstone torches. Apparently Steve found a working portal. Not a nether portal or a ender portal. Apparently it’s not even a stone we’ve found before. Signed the King.

P.S you might want to leave Certus Iaculat up there in the castle.' Minutor looked back at his son then back at the book.

“Certus.”

Looking up from his plate at his dad he said something along the lines of “yes” though Minutor couldn’t be sure. “I need you to stay here son.” Certus was about to say something until he interrupted him. “Look I’ll make up for it later just please listen to me for once.” His son rolled his eyes and went back to eating.

Putting the book back on the counter he went to the armory to get better equipment because you never know what you’ll meet in a new world. Opening up the chest he rummaged for the particular set he had fought the enderdragon with. He did love those, even if the other said it was stupid to just keep repairing the same set when it would take less to make a new one.

“A-Ha!” Grabbing the armor set he pulled it out. He put on his armor and grabbed Ol’glory, his one and only sword. Leaping down entire sets of stairs he hurried to the mines.

After a few minutes he hit cobblestone, turning his head up he looked around for the redstone torches that he was told to look for. Seeing one he ran down the hallway it indicated. Running  , he saw another. And another. And another. Following the redstone torches he eventually reached an area of the mine he was not familiar with, letting him know that he was on the right track. Slowing down since he never had been in this part of the mines before, he pulled out his sword and kept following the redstone torches like he was told.  Up ahead he could make out a silhouette of a person, or skeleton. Slowing down he held out his right hand to conjure his sword until he heard it speak.

“For the love of the creator what did you do? Stop to make another mansion?” Lowering his sword as the silhouette came into the light he smiled. Stepping out of the shadows was a warrior of incalculable magnitude, with his light blue shirt and dark blue pants -with hundreds of scars hidden by said garments. His friend Steve.

“Well somebody left the entire front gate open. Again.”

Shrugging his shoulders he gestured behind himself. “The king and others are down here. Though King didn’t want to send anyone through yet seeing as how you’re supposed to be the philosophical one.”

Rolling his eyes Minutor walked on past Steve. “Probably because he’s smart unlike you.”

Following Minutor, Steve cast his gaze behind himself before turning it back forward. “Oh shut up and hurry up.”

Picking up the pace they ran down farther into the mines, slaying the few skeletons that still lingered down there.

After several minutes of running they finally reached a point of the mine where they could see a light glowing from up ahead.  Slowing down because of the sudden change in light, Minutor brought his hand up to cover his eyes. Continuing on, Steve entered the lighted chamber.

Following close behind Minutor was able to eventually lower his hands giving him a view of the chamber. Following the unnatural formation of the ceiling with his eyes, he could see it sloping slowly downwards to the outside part of the chamber.  The outside of the chamber was lined with different types stone turning from the super light white, to blood red, then to a deep soulless black.

“Pretty interesting chamber huh?” He tore his gaze from the walls, towards the center of the chamber. His eyes passed right over the King, Silva his wife, and his other friends, to rest on the strange portal located in the middle, on top of a mound of netherrack. The four bottom blocks were black like the nether portal; two on each side were that of the ender. But the weirdest thing was the top four blocks. They were unlike any other type of block he’d ever seen before,  constantly changing between a light grey to a black, it seemed as if they  absorbed the light. Then the portal itself glowed a blood red.

“So what do you make of it Minutor?” Looking towards the one who spoke he looked at the King, and then he looked back at the portal. Minutor walked up to the portal and slowly rubbed his hand over the surface.

“The parts that look like the ender and nether portal feel like it. Though I have no idea what these stones are, they’re as smooth as glass.” Backing away from the portal he looked at his king.

“Anyone’s guess is as good as mine. The only way to find out what this is, is to go through it. And I doubt anyone wants to go through.”

Scratching his chin King thought about it. A new type of stone and portal…. It could lead to many unknowns. New riches, material to craft with or something else. But then were the dangerous unknowns. New monsters, poisonous plants, or it could even be HIS home.

“My liege we all await your answer.” Said his personal bodyguard PauseUnpause.

“One minute I need to think this out………….. Okay how many of you want to see what’s on the other side of the portal?” Three hands were raised into the air, Steve’s were among them.

“Okay I want you three to head in, scout the area, let us know what’s on the other side, stay away from any unknown creatures and the sorts.” A series of nods came from in front of him. “Alright I want you back in three days time understood?”

“Eeyup.”

“Yeah.”

“Yes.”

Together the warrior, the archer, and the builder vanished into the portal. Walking up next to the king Minutor whispered into his ear. “Are you sure that was the right choice.”

Leonidas sighed. “I certainly hope so Minutor. I certainly hope so.”

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He gazed down on the enderman that had dared to rebel against HIM. This was HIS home, HIS kingdom, and to think anything else was to die, HE looked around the chamber which was littered with the bodies of the rebels who dared to try to kill HIM.

Hearing a door creak open HE brought his broken pickaxe up, in case there were more rebels outside. A single fleshless head poked its way through the old rotten wooden door. It gazed at the bodies surrounding HIM, with its soulless eyes. It then remembered why it had come here in the first place.

Stepping out from behind the door stood a skeleton knight, ten feet tall wearing the skull of the whither itself. It walked up to HIM and handed him a scroll. Looking first at the scroll then back at the one who was holding it he took it. HE read it and said only four words. “Send the mutant creeper.”

Nodding its head the skeleton left to carry out its lord’s whim. Closing the door it didn’t notice the blood dripping from HIS hand.

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Tumbling out first Steve quickly regained his footing and brought his sword to bear. Seeing nothing he looked back at the portal, waiting for his friends to tumble out. He soon got his wish. One brown mass and a pale white mass came out tumbling together in a bundle.

“Get your foot outta my face ya freak!”

“How dare you talk to a lady like that!”

“You ain’t no lady! You’re a freak!” Rolling his eyes Steve walked over to the brown and white mass and kicked the brown part. “OI! The bloody ‘ell was that for!” Untangling himself from the bundle Templa pointed his finger at Steve accusingly. With his black shirt, grey pants and scar running down the right side of his face he would’ve been a menacing sight if it weren’t for the fact he wasn’t all that much of a warrior compared to Steve.

“There’s a reason we’re here keep that in mind will ya. Silva do you need a hand?”

The remaining white piece of the bundle stood up to reveal a women that seemed to be quite cute and weak, with her left side of her face hidden by her hair and light white shirt and pants. And in fact she  was weak only  as long as you didn’t piss her off. Dusting herself off she gave Templa a menacing glance before shaking her head. “No I’ll be fine if the idiot doesn’t trip over his own feet again.”

“Enough!” Steve snarled. “We’re here to figure out what this portal is not to piss each other off! So if you two are going to have a problem then go back into the portal and I’ll look around here myself.”

Templa and Silva looked at each other before they both sighed. Templa was the first to speak. “Fine fine. Just don’t get all pissy, not just my fault ya’know.”  Getting a set of rolling eyes from Silva  he just shrugged.

Turning back to Steve he asked. “So where to?”

Steve glanced around the chamber which they had appeared in. There was no roof above them, the pieces that were still there were taken over by vines. In front of them was what appeared to be a altar with five empty spots, that looked like they were supposed to hold something.

That’s when he noticed something. “Hey you two. Are you guys seeing what I’m seeing?”

Templa walked up next to him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Pointing his finger at the altar he said the one thing which was unthinkable. “Curves.”