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Minecraft Knight
Minecraft Story of a Knight
By Billy Miner
Copyright @2015
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Contents:
Introduction
Chapter 1: The Castle
Chapter 2: Brotherhood
Chapter 3: Family Dispute
Chapter 4: Separated
Chapter 5: Ethics
Chapter 6: Duels
Chapter 7: Restoration
Introduction
One castle, two sides.
They are family, they are brothers. But something goes wrong, something that completely destroys their trust and loyalty towards one another. Read about the epic conflict of two Minecraft brothers who love and hate each other, who fight and make peace, who find a traitor and deal with him.
The castle they live in has two sides: A black and a white one. Being raised on two different ends of the castle has shaped their perception of reality and opinion of it. Can these two brothers come to an agreement? Or will they fight to the death.
Come to a better understanding of the conflict between these two honorable but imperfect knights.
Chapter 1: The Castle
The Fannay Castle is a beautiful… well, at least one side is. The other is quite the opposite. The place is divided, separated into two, yet both halves are connected. Everything looks peaceful, but something is about to go wrong… terribly wrong.
Ambrosius and Esclabor are friends. They are even more than that actually; they are brothers. Born of the same mother and father, they grew up in this controversial castle.
They are young men now. Ambrosius is 23 and Esclabor is 26. Their friends call them Ambro and Essy. And they have gotten used to these nicknames themselves. Their parents are divorced. It’s sad but true, they grew up in different sides of the castle; Ambro grew up in the white part and Essy in the black part.
And that is what the castle looks like. It is like a mask, or a chessboard or something. Half of the castle is painted with black. It has black walls, black curtains, grey trims on all sides, and dark brown wooden structures in it. The bricks are even a lot darker than the white stone used on the other side. Black knight’s armor pieces are set up in the hallways and dark paintings ornament the walls. The dark half of the castle has kind of a gloomy feeling to it. Its spikes and curvy hooks make it look like a devil’s castle, well… half a devil’s castle. Everybody notices it when they see it.
The white side of the castle, on the other hand, looks more like a palace. Each corner is decorated with elegant statues and with either a little elf or fairy, a baby angel or large seraphim with curvy wings, or a sophisticated painting of a flowery landscape. Almost everything is white; the only things that aren’t, are the tiny edges of some sloppy job the painters did, a speck or two here and there that they missed. Other than that, it looks similar to a mirage, too good to be true.
Ambro and Essy hate the fact that their parents got divorced. Ambro lives with his father, who insists on tidiness and perfectionism in his white habitat. However, Essy’s mother covers up everything with curtains and blocks out the light. Neither adult is willing to talk to the other. They are stubborn and pigheaded. Their two sons, though, don’t even know how it started. Their parents don’t talk about it. They just never do.
Sometimes, once a year in most cases, their parents come together for a forced “family tradition” that enables them to at least sit down and celebrate the New Year by having dinner together. And although the brothers love each other and both their parents, the awkward atmosphere in the room becomes apparent when they notice the silence or the snobby remarks their parents make.
One time, for instance, they were all sitting together at their father’s dinner table. Food was being served by the castle servants, and there was plenty to go around. The two brothers and their parents were there with a few aunts and uncles. The conversation started out well, but it certainly didn’t end that way.
“I like the onion soup they served here tonight,” their mother says.
“Ah, thank you. That’s because I have some of the best cooks in the country.”
It was quiet for a minute.
“Are you saying that they are better than my cooks?” their mother asked.
“No. It’s not just that. I think they also enjoy cooking here more. That probably comes back in the delicious flavor they embellish in their dishes.”
“So what you’re saying is that they feel more at home here?”
“Well, it’s kind of obvious, isn’t it?” the dad said.
“Dad,” Ambro interrupted. “Let’s just change the topic. Do we really have to discuss this?”
“I know you’re trying to help, son, but I am just saying what we are all thinking here,” his father answered.
“Oh, and what is that?” the mother sneered.
“That your side of the castle looks like a graveyard. It’s a dark and dreary place. I cannot imagine the servants feeling at ease there, which is why my cooks are way better than yours. There. I said it.”
“Are you serious?” Their mom was extremely offended. “If you are so sure about your cook’s capacities, then why don’t we have dinner at my place next week? I will show you what they can do in the kitchen. And then you will beg your servants to never cook their pathetic dishes again.”
“Mom,” Essy said. “You don’t have to do this.”
“You’re on!” the father said. “I will see you next week.”
Of course it didn’t happen. They couldn’t stand each other, so they looked for numerous ways to cancel the appointment.
Anyway, the two brothers are feeling trapped between their parents, although they get along great with each other as brothers. They wish their parents would get along better, even if they don’t end up being back together, which is something they have already given up dreaming about.
Chapter 2: Brotherhood
W
hen Ambro and Essy were young, it was already clear that they had a different personality.
Ambro was a perfectionist. Everything had to be flawless in his opinion. Essy sometimes called him an “overachiever” sometimes. He was too hard on himself when he failed. He worked hard, he was all about goals, and sometimes his mother wondered if he took life too seriously, something she accused her ex-husband of as well.
Essy usually had a more “laid-back” attitude towards life. He didn’t want to be pressured by anyone, and his motto was just to “have fun or quit doing it.” He didn’t consider achievements such an important aspect. He loved just being a little random or spontaneous, and he never liked it when his brother called him lazy. However, whenever he did, he would always shrug his shoulders and tell him that that was the reason why they had servants. He hardly ever cleaned up, and was often a little late when he agreed to meet his brother somewhere.
Imagine these two playing together. It had quite the interesting effects.
One Saturday afternoon, for example, back when the two brothers were only 9 and 12 years old, they were playing in the castle’s courtyard.
“We were knights,” the 9 year old Ambro started saying. “You were the black knight and I was the white knights.”
“Sounds about right,” Essy added.
“I was going to free the country and you were going to help me.”
“Sure,” Essy said.
Sometimes it annoyed Ambro how agreeable his older brother was, as if he didn’t care. This was important! They were going to save the country! Why couldn’t he acknowledge that this was a matter of life and death?
Ambro dashed forward with his wooden toy sword and looked at his slouching brother waving his wooden sword in the air like a nonchalant hobo. Ambro got a little frustrated, but he didn’t want to show it.
“There were hordes of enemies,” he continued. “They were coming from all sides: Black, roaring endermen, giant whither skeletons, and explosive creepers…”
“And how about a red mooshroom? That sounds like fun, doesn’t it?” Essy added.
“Are you crazy?” Ambro protested. “Mooshrooms aren’t that dangerous. Besides, they look goofy. This is serious, Essy. We were trapped by all these hostiles and had no place to go.”
“Whatever you say,” Essy said laughingly.
“Come on! We have to defeat them,” Ambro said as he tried his hardest to stab and slash the invisible enemies he was imagining.
Essy went along with it and said, “Yeah, yeah. And when we were done killing them, we all went to town and had a big party.”
Ambro looked at him with big eyes. “No, that just sounds dumb,” he said.
“Well, why is everything I say crazy or dumb and whatever you say is right?” Essy asked.
“Because…”
Ambro didn’t know.
Then he thought for a moment.
“Because it has to be a desperate situation, a life or death struggle, an obstacle so big that we are barely able to do it. Our determination will carry us through. That’s how it has to be.”
“You know, Ambro,” Essy said. “It’s impressive how big your vocabulary is for your age, but I just don’t see why everything has to be so grim. Can’t we just enjoy ourselves?”
Ambro couldn’t take it anymore. They were going to free the country and all his brother wanted to do, was party. How did that make any sense? There was no way they could play together anymore, he thought. And so, this particular make believe drama turned into a real one.
On another occasion, Essy tried was sliding down the hill in his pajamas. He thought it was the coolest thing ever. But when Ambro arrived, he hesitated.
“Come on,” Essy said. “It’s a lot of fun. I promise.”
“I don’t know,” Ambro said. “I just don’t like the yucky mud. And my pajamas will get dirty. Dad will kill me if he sees me.”
“Too bad your dad is so uptight about things like that,” Essy said. “Mom doesn’t care. She even said she might join us later. Come on. I will show you it’s done.”
“Go ahead. I’ll watch.”
“Okay. Suit yourself,” Essy said as he took off and slid down the hill, ending up in the filthy mud. “Hahaha! That was awesome! Are you coming or not?”
“No, I think I will go back to the castle now,” Ambro said.
“Fine. Be boring. At least I am having fun,” Essy said.
It has always been a dilemma; the one too serious, the other not serious enough. They both have their strengths and weaknesses, and that’s okay. But soon it won’t be. Their personalities will clash more than ever before.
Chapter 3: Family Dispute
The two parents tolerate each other but they basically hate each other nonetheless. And even though it hasn’t been the same way for their two sons, a deceitful servant doesn’t like the peace. He wants more property and more freedom, more power as a servant, and more authority. A bigger castle would mean all those things.
Meet Gareth, a slick servant who is planning to throw spanner in the works. He contrives a plan to cause contention between the two brothers. His scheme involves theft and lies, and an object that seems less valuable than they make it appear.
It’s a lovely morning. Birds are singing, butterflies are fluttering, and the sun shows its smiling face yet again.
The 23 year old Ambro gets up and stretches his arms and legs. He gazes round. His beautiful room is tidy and clean, just the way he likes it. But something is different. When he looks at the corner of his room, he sees a sword he hasn’t seen before.
It’s new and it’s shiny.
It’s also black.
Hey, isn’t that a sword from the other side of the castle? Ambro walks towards it and picks it up. There is an inscription on it that reads, “To the bravest knight in the kingdom." Ambro looks puzzled. Who would have given him such a gift? It makes no sense, so he takes the weapon to his father.
“Dad,” he says. “Look at this sword. Is it yours?”
“I don’t know,” he says. “It doesn’t look like it is mine.”
“I will ask Essy if it’s his.”
“Sure. I want nothing to do with those savages, but you can go ahead.”
No sooner said than done, Ambro walks to the other side of the castle, the dark, gloomy side. He goes up the stairs and meets his brother, dragging the heavy blade to his room.
“Hey, Ambro. What’s up?” Essy asks.
“Just this sword,” he says. “Is it yours? It was in my bedroom.”
Essy turns around and takes a long, hard look at the object. He rubs his chin. “No, I’ve never seen it before,” he says. “Weird. Hey, what’s that inscription over there? The bravest knight in the kingdom? What’s going on?”
“I don’t know. Like I said, it was just there when I woke up.”
Their mother walks in. “Ambro, what are you doing here?” she asks.
“Is this sword yours?” Ambro asks.
His mother looks at the sword. “No,” she says. “Somebody must have given it to you. Why does it say that you’re the bravest knight in the kingdom? What about Essy?”
“Yes, what about me?” Essy asks.
“I’m sorry. It’s implied, but I didn’t write it.”
“Sure you didn’t,” his mother says. “It’s probably a trick from that old goat I used to call ‘husband.’ He is trying to show off with his son’s heroic skills by exaggerating and handing out random gifts. I have had it with that man. Come on, Essy. Let’s go talk to him.”
Chapter 4: Separated
Ambro isn’t really happy with this sudden mood shift in his mother’s and brother’s brains, but he follows them anyway. With determination in her footsteps, his two family members cross the border of the two castle halves and barge into the white side, demanding to speak to Ambro’s father. Along the way, they bump into the sketchy servant, Gareth, who quickly comments on the “beautiful and fitting inscription on the sword,” which angers the brother�
��s mom even more.
“You mean old goat,” their mother says. “You just needed to let everyone know how much better the son is you’re raising than the one I have under my care, didn’t you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” dad says. “But if you’re suggesting that Ambro is braver and more valiant, then what else is there to discuss? Everybody knows it’s true. Essy is a lazy bum.”
“You take that back,” Essy says. “Come on, dad. You know I work hard.”
“Yes, but your brother has excelled in every field. You never took life seriously enough,” the father responds. “You never amounted to anything, and I blame that mean old wench you call ‘mother’ for it.”
“Oh you…” the mother says.
The heat of the moment has powerful effects. Both parents are boiling up inside. The two brothers haven’t become particularly fond of each other by these contentious words either. They are standing face to face, looking at one another with spiteful gazes. Things are about to go terribly wrong. The fight is escalating, the amplitude of their voices has increased. Yelling and more yelling… louder and louder…
“Your son is a dumb perfectionist!” the mother yells, typically referring to Ambro as someone else’s son when she doesn’t want to feel connected to him.
The father does the same. “Your son couldn’t even harm a fly. His precision and fighting skills are like those of an Endermite: Weak and feeble.”
“Well, if you’re so convinced, why won’t you find out and let them fight?” the mother asks.
They both look at their two sons. Ambro and Essy are not sure what to do, but their pride has taken the best of them too.