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by Billy Miner

  Minecraft Wars

  The Record of a Minecraft War

  By Billy Miner

  Copyright @2015

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  Contents:

  Introduction

  Entry 1: Corruption

  Entry 2: Political Debates

  Entry 3: Rebellion

  Entry 4: Summoning Evil

  Entry 5: Burning Bridges

  Entry 6: The Fight for Freedom

  Entry 7: Come Off Conqueror

  Introduction

  The somewhat large village is situated on mountain tops, connected by bridges and the citizens who take care of each other. But corruption is present in the Miners Mountain town. Some politicians disagree about certain valuable objects and the distribution of wealth and lands. Will the main character be able to lead an army against these greedy exploiters? Or will he give up and run?

  Find out by reading more about a hero, an army, and a town divided by avarice.

  Entry 1: Corruption

  It was late. It was already dark in Miners Mountain, a town built on protruding rocks and towering mountaintops. The middle-sized village wasn’t like a lot of towns in the region. Its construction was unique. About 100 rocks the size of large fields were standing tall, being shaped by some past earthquake, and someone once decided to build his home here, starting the tradition and legacy of Miners Mountain’s strange homes.

  The homes look like regular houses, but what was so weird about them, was that some of them were built close to abyss, bordering a lethal fall of anyone coming too close the edge.

  The town’s 100 rocks were connected by a few hundred binding bridges that reached across the large gaps in the landscape. The bridges were sturdy and safe, and Miners Mountain’s citizens were proud of their designs and sophisticated handiwork. Each day, thousands of people crossed these bridge in order to get to their various destinations. They considered it a pleasure and a privilege, letting their hands slide on the railing and looking down at the vast depth they were mastering by walking over it.

  But with these rocks, after a while… there were divisions. The rich clotted together and the poor were kind of separated into somewhat lower areas and other rocks as if they were outcasts. The elite of the village, after some time, existed only on certain rocks, which were places where the poor in this town were hardly being found. And although the governing village council consisted of both rich and poor representatives, the town’s elite was getting more aggressive and power hungry every day.

  It was getting out of hand…

  Stanley was walking home. He whistled a simple tune and looked around him.

  Thud!

  A man ran into him, almost knocking him over.

  “Hey!” Stanley shouted. “Watch where you’re going!”

  He looked at the running man, who looked back at him. The man’s mouth was covered by a clothed, and so was his nose. And there was enough light that Stanley could see a scar on his face, right below his left eye. The man had a blade, a knife which shined in the moonlight for a second before he disappeared around the corner.

  “Well, that was strange,” Stanley said.

  He turned around and bumped into a soldier.

  “Hold it. Where are you going?” a soldier asked, pushing him back with one hand.

  “I am just going home. What’s wrong with that?” Stanley said.

  “Okay, you can continue on your way, but one of my soldiers will accompany you.”

  Stanley looked at him with a surprised expression on his face. He agreed to let the soldier guide him home and went on. After a few blocks, they arrived at his house. He turned around and told the soldier, “Thank you. This is where I live. You may go now.”

  “Just don’t let it happen again,” the soldier said.

  “Let what happen?”

  “Wandering the streets that late without permission from the elite.”

  “What? Since when did this become a law?” Stanley asked.

  “Since today. Now go inside and don’t talk back to me, so I don’t have to report you.”

  “Okay, okay. I’m already gone. Goodnight.”

  Stanley entered the house and was welcomed by his three daughters and three sons. The youngest ones ran towards him and were lifted up by the faithful father. His wife came towards him and kissed him quickly.

  “Hi, honey. How was it?” she asked.

  “It’s not safe out there,” he answered.

  “Why? What’s going on?” his wife asked.

  “Did you know about the new curfew?”

  “No, I knew nothing about it. Is there a curfew?”

  “Yes. The soldiers will arrest people who can’t explain to them where they are going. I am afraid that if I will be outside beyond the curfew too, they will arrest me anyway.”

  “That’s terrible,” his wife said.

  “Rosita, things are changing. I don’t trust the government anymore. We only have about 10,000 people in this village, but I think something strange is about to happen. Stability has been removed from this small society.”

  “I know what you’re talking about,” his wife, Rosita, said. “I noticed it myself when all the children had to stand in line at the school and I don’t know what they were doing, but it was an unusual ceremony. And when I came home, they asked me for my identification card. Can you believe that? I don’t carry an identification card around. It’s at home. Soldiers are roaming the streets every day, as if some authority is trying to enforce stricter rules.”

  “I know. Let’s hope it won’t come down to a rebellion or a war or something,” Stanley said.

  “I am not going to count on things getting better. I don’t want to get my hopes up.”

  “I understand.”

  “Dad, I made a drawing and it looks like you,” one of his daughters suddenly said.

  “Oh, show me. I want to see it,” he said, winking at his wife as if to say that they would continue this conversation later.

  It was a dark night indeed, a lonely, quiet, dark night with a mischievous individual who had no conscience. It was one of the elite, and his name remained unknown. But his deed didn’t, his evil act of cowardice, something that would trigger more disastrous events.

  The man was covered in black clothes, and his face was covered. He didn’t have to go far. Being an elite citizen made him eligible to this part of town anyway. He found himself on the rock with the least homes in the village, since that was where the orders and rules came from.

  From one street corner to another, he tiptoed past the wandering guards and hid in the shadows of the homes next to the government building. There he would find his mission.

  It didn’t take much for him to break in and head towards the government seat. One might have wondered what the mayor of Miners Mountain was doing up this late in the first place, but nobody would ever find out, because his life ended right there and then.

  The ninja-like figure snuck up to the mayor and grabbed the ruler, slitting his throat and watching him fall on the ground.

  The blood and stiffness of the body within seconds
told him what he wanted to be sure about: The mayor was dead… assassinated.

  And there was no one around to see it. His mission was complete. He left the building. The night was dark indeed… darkened by the stain of an act of crime…

  Entry 2: Political Debates

  There they were, arguing about little changes in the law. Half of them were elite members. The other were considered “lower class” by the general population. And there were none that would budge. They all had their opinions.

  About 20 representatives of the people of Miners Mountain were gathered in the village hall, the very building the mayor had been stabbed in the previous night. However, nobody had entered the room it had happened in, so they continued their political discussion as usual.

  “It’s preposterous,” one of the politicians said. “Enforcing rules on the poor. How dare you?”

  “The poor should be ruled by the rich,” one of the richer people in that room said. His name was Raefus. “They have worked their way up to financial freedom. They know what they are doing, and they are the best leaders this town has to offer.”

  “Just because you got lucky, doesn’t make you a better leader,” another one said.

  “I wouldn’t be so quick to judge. Have you learned how to manage a firm? How to find the most profitable ways to make a living? We are the elite because we are smarter. And isn’t leadership all about wisdom and knowledge?”

  “It totally disagree,” another poor politician said. “I think we should ask the mayor before we jump to any conclusions.”

  But right at that moment, a servant came into the room. “The mayor is dead!” he yelled. “I found him stabbed to death in front of his governing seat!”

  The politicians got up as quickly as they could and ran towards the room where it had happened. There he was, lying in his own blood, the victim of a heinous crime… a secret crime. But these men lost all reason at the sight of this scene.

  “See? That’s what you get if you don’t control the impoverished,” Raefus said. “Before you know it, they start killing the elite and taking over the government.”

  “Who says this is done by someone who isn’t part of the elite?” one of the poor representatives asked.

  “Oh, come on. Why would we kill one of our own?”

  “Your own? We are all citizens of this town. What are you suggesting?”

  “I am suggesting that we stop talking and start acting. Guards!”

  The most dominant rich guy ordered the guards to arrest the poor representatives. At first, the guards didn’t know what to do, but when he kept yelling and insisting, they obeyed like dogs. After all, their jobs were on the line, and they were afraid.

  “You can’t do this!” the poor representative yelled. “People will rebel. They will crush you. You won’t get away with this.”

  “I already have,” Raefus said. “Take them away, boys.”

  And this was just the beginning…

  Entry 3: Rebellion

  They were in bed, sleeping in. They had told the kids to just dish themselves up some breakfast, since this was Stanley’s day off. But their little daily sleepover got interrupted by sounds coming from the village.

  “What’s going on, Stanley?” Rosita asked when she heard the noise.

  “I have no idea,” Stanley admitted. “But I will check it out.”

  “Careful,” Rosita said.

  Stanley got dressed within seconds and ran downstairs. He said “hi” to their six children and opened the front door. Some guy was running around like a lunatic, and Stanley was wondering if he should take it seriously.

  “The mayor has been murdered!” the announcer yelled. “The elite has taken over the government!”

  “Wait… what?” Stanley said, stopping him.

  “He is dead. The elite representatives have locked up the other ones. They require all poor citizens to come outside and stand against their homes, so they can search them and identify them.”

  “I’m not doing that,” Stanley said.

  “I am just the messenger, suit yourself,” he said, and he continued running and announcing.

  “If I may be so kind,” Stanley’s neighbor said when he overheard the conversation, “I would just do what they are telling you. They are in charge, and they have most of the weapons. If you don’t cooperate, you’ll be thrown in jail or killed.”

  “We’ll see,” Stanley said.

  But not too much longer, he saw a patrol of soldiers walking through the street.

  “Everybody stand against your homes, facing the wall,” he said. “We are going to search you for weapons. After that, we will enter your homes and search your property.”

  “I would do as they say,” Stanley’s neighbor said.

  “You!” one of the soldiers said. “Go get your family and put them against the wall.”

  “And what if I don’t?” Stanley asked.

  “Then we will stab you in front of your wife and children. Is that what you want?”

  Stanley was shocked. He didn’t know things had become this bad. He didn’t know they would do that in front of the whole neighborhood, without shame. The situation had gone terribly wrong.

  “Okay. Fine. I will get them,” Stanley said.

  After a few minutes, he got Rosita and the kids outside. It was humiliating, but they had no choice in the matter. Following the soldiers’ command, they turned around and faced the wall. The soldiers were searching Stanley by letting their hands glide over their bodies, looking for anything that would look like a weapon or interesting object.

  Then they came to Stanley’s wife. One of the soldiers touched her on the back and slowly went down her lower back.

  “That’s enough!” Stanley said. “She has nothing. Stop touching her.”

  “Oh, but we’re not finished yet,” the soldier chuckled. “We have to search thoroughly.”

  He didn’t stop touching her. Stanley got angry. He was furious. He couldn’t take it anymore. He got off the wall and walked towards the soldier who was touching his wife.

  “Enough I said!” he yelled as he punch the soldier to the ground.

  “Rebel!” the other soldiers said. “Kill him!”

  Stanley picked up the sword the soldier on the ground was carrying. He held it in front of him and stood ready to face his offenders. Rosita and the kids hid behind him. One by one, sometimes two at the same time, the soldiers attacked Stanley. But Stanley was a skilled fighter. He dodged a sword being swiped over his head, stabbed one of the soldiers, used him as a shield, and then jumped to the side to have two soldiers accidentally stab each other.

  Only two left…

  One of them dashed at him. He step aside and hit the soldier on its back, killing him instantly.

  A pile of dead soldiers was next to him. People in the neighborhood had come to watch the fighting scene. The last soldier looked at Stanley’s previous victims and started running away.

  “Get him!” Stanley shouted. “Don’t let him get away!”

  But it was too late. The soldier had already broken through the crowd. Stanley turned to his wife and children.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  “Yes, we are,” Rosita said with a worried face. “But now what? You’ll be hunted down. Do you know what you have started?”

  “I couldn’t have him touch you like that,” he said. “Besides, it was bound to happen. We have to stand up for each other. We won’t wait any longer. I want you to leave this place. Take the women and children and go towards the end of the highest mountain. I will meet you there.”

  “But what about you?” Rosita asked.

  “I will lead the men against the oppressive soldiers,” Stanley said.

  “Please don’t die,” Rosita begged him with tears in her eyes. “You have to promise me you will meet me on the other side of the mountain. Promise me!”

  “I promise. Don’t worry. I will be all right,” Stanley said before he kissed her.

  Th
en he turned to the crowd that had gathered around him.

  “Citizens of Miners Mountain,” he said. “Don’t be surprised. This had to happen. There is no other way to preserve our freedom. We have to fight for our rights. Take the weapons of these dead soldiers and anything else you can find, and follow me to the government building. We shall beat the corruption out of them and get our village back. Please have your wives and children follow my wife. She will lead you out of town. Now, let’s get to it!”

  Some of the men were cheering. It was like they had been suppressing their feelings of hate towards the arrogant elite for a long time, and now they finally had the opportunity to strike back.

  Entry 4: Summoning Evil

  “Sir! Sir! The poor people in town have conspired against us. They have formed an army and are headed this way.”

  “Fools. They are walking towards their own deaths,” Raefus said.

  The soldier had brought the message. The town’s leaders were listening. They knew what to do. It was simple. They couldn’t hold back on their secrets anymore.

  “Go get the wizard!” Raefus said.

  Stanley gathered the people from amongst the suburbs of the poorest area of the village. The rocks that mainly consisted of the indigenous came with pitchforks, pickaxes, shovels, daggers, and even a few wooden, stone, and iron swords.

  But they didn’t get far. They didn’t know what was awaiting them at the other rocks, the rocks where the elite had gathered.

  The army of poor people crossed the bridge to the rock where the town’s hall was located. One by one, they came to the square and assembled around the magnificent building.

  But then something happened they didn’t expect.

  Out of the building, a more than a hundred soldiers came, armed with swords and spears, attacking the crowd.