Free Age Of Awakening: Unofficial Minecraft Adventures Series 3 In 1 by Ryan Johnson Page B
Authors: Ryan Johnson
hiss of rushing wind from behind him. There, in the wall behind that ancient bookshelf was a passage. The dark prevented him from seeing where it led but the edges of the stone around the hole seemed to glow a faint purple.
Herobrine grabbed a torch from the wall and headed through the passage. Cobwebs coated every inch of wall in a thick blanket. The fire of his torch fought a losing battle against the bleak blackness of the short hallway. A set of stairs lead downward in a spiral, leading to the depths of the unknown. As many times as Herobrine had died and lived again he had never known this place existed.
The stairs lead to one more hallway, but at the end of this was a small room about the size of a cabin home. Statues of the mysterious Endermen adorned each of the four corners, holding up the roof as their blank stares all gathered in the middle of the room.
The only other things there were a chest and the skeleton of some long forgotten adventurer.
The chest glowed purple, stronger than the door had, filling the room with its radiance. Herobrine approached it slowly.
Surprisingly there seemed to be no lock upon the old chest, no means of keeping someone out. Surely though whatever was inside must be able to help me, thought Herobrine. Steeling his determination he kicked open to the chest and stepped back. A long moment passed as he waited for something to happen, but nothing did.
Herobrine peered forward, hoping to see a weapon of some kind tucked away inside the chest.
“What is this?” he said as he lifted a large purple tome out of the chest, inspecting it on either side.
“That, is the Book of The End” a voice filled the room. Herobrine spun, swinging his torch at the unseen enemy but finding no one behind him. “Over here you dim witted fool.”
Herobrine turned once more and saw that the skeleton had stood up off the floor, dusted himself off of cobwebs and was now, smiling at him?
“Who…what, are you?” Herobrine asked.
“You truly are dim witted aren’t you? Look at me, what do I look like boy?”
“You look like a skeleton, but the monsters that roam the mines of Overworld cannot speak.”
“True enough, but I was not always a skeleton. Not like your monsters.” The skeleton walked closer to Herobrine, the ancient chest stood open between them.
“Then who are you?”
The skeleton smiled “I was once the adventurer of this world, the first in fact, back when magic and sorcery were the means of survival. Now, I am merely the guardian of the book.”
Herobrine could hardly believe what the old pile of bones was saying. “You, were the first adventure of Overworld?”
The skeleton seemed to smile and the skull nodded. “Yes, you are not the only forgotten adventurer of this world. I know each and every realm that exists within and outside of Overworld.”
“Realms?” Herobrine asked “What realms?”
“Ah, what you hold in your hand my boy. That book will tell you all you need to know about The End; a dark horrid place filled with despair and hopelessness. There is the home of the Endermen and the Ender Dragon.”
Herobrine was struck silent. He looked down at the tome in his hands, inspecting the black markings upon its purple leather cover.
“Your eyes, you were cast away into the darkness, replaced by a new traveler were you not?”
Herobrine felt his anger rising again. “Yes, I was, and I seek an ally to help me destroy him, to take back my world!”
The skeleton laughed, a sound like dust falling down a long dried up well. “I will not be able to fight with you my boy, the spell I cast keeping these old bones together is weak, and I will not last much longer. But if you seek a truly powerful ally, then you must travel to The End and release the Ender Dragon from its prison!”
Herobrine nodded. “What do I need to do”
What Lies Ahead
The skeleton
Herobrine grabbed a torch from the wall and headed through the passage. Cobwebs coated every inch of wall in a thick blanket. The fire of his torch fought a losing battle against the bleak blackness of the short hallway. A set of stairs lead downward in a spiral, leading to the depths of the unknown. As many times as Herobrine had died and lived again he had never known this place existed.
The stairs lead to one more hallway, but at the end of this was a small room about the size of a cabin home. Statues of the mysterious Endermen adorned each of the four corners, holding up the roof as their blank stares all gathered in the middle of the room.
The only other things there were a chest and the skeleton of some long forgotten adventurer.
The chest glowed purple, stronger than the door had, filling the room with its radiance. Herobrine approached it slowly.
Surprisingly there seemed to be no lock upon the old chest, no means of keeping someone out. Surely though whatever was inside must be able to help me, thought Herobrine. Steeling his determination he kicked open to the chest and stepped back. A long moment passed as he waited for something to happen, but nothing did.
Herobrine peered forward, hoping to see a weapon of some kind tucked away inside the chest.
“What is this?” he said as he lifted a large purple tome out of the chest, inspecting it on either side.
“That, is the Book of The End” a voice filled the room. Herobrine spun, swinging his torch at the unseen enemy but finding no one behind him. “Over here you dim witted fool.”
Herobrine turned once more and saw that the skeleton had stood up off the floor, dusted himself off of cobwebs and was now, smiling at him?
“Who…what, are you?” Herobrine asked.
“You truly are dim witted aren’t you? Look at me, what do I look like boy?”
“You look like a skeleton, but the monsters that roam the mines of Overworld cannot speak.”
“True enough, but I was not always a skeleton. Not like your monsters.” The skeleton walked closer to Herobrine, the ancient chest stood open between them.
“Then who are you?”
The skeleton smiled “I was once the adventurer of this world, the first in fact, back when magic and sorcery were the means of survival. Now, I am merely the guardian of the book.”
Herobrine could hardly believe what the old pile of bones was saying. “You, were the first adventure of Overworld?”
The skeleton seemed to smile and the skull nodded. “Yes, you are not the only forgotten adventurer of this world. I know each and every realm that exists within and outside of Overworld.”
“Realms?” Herobrine asked “What realms?”
“Ah, what you hold in your hand my boy. That book will tell you all you need to know about The End; a dark horrid place filled with despair and hopelessness. There is the home of the Endermen and the Ender Dragon.”
Herobrine was struck silent. He looked down at the tome in his hands, inspecting the black markings upon its purple leather cover.
“Your eyes, you were cast away into the darkness, replaced by a new traveler were you not?”
Herobrine felt his anger rising again. “Yes, I was, and I seek an ally to help me destroy him, to take back my world!”
The skeleton laughed, a sound like dust falling down a long dried up well. “I will not be able to fight with you my boy, the spell I cast keeping these old bones together is weak, and I will not last much longer. But if you seek a truly powerful ally, then you must travel to The End and release the Ender Dragon from its prison!”
Herobrine nodded. “What do I need to do”
What Lies Ahead
The skeleton
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