by Billy Miner
“I don’t want to kill,” Samantha said. “Why is this happening?”
“Well, honey, you’ll have to, whether you like or not,” Lilly said. “If you don’t kill them, they will kill you. It’s as simple as that. Here, take a shovel. Then you’ll at least be able to take them out when they run at you.”
Reluctantly, Samantha accepted the weapon Lilly handed her. Harvey stood next to her and put his arm around her shoulder. “Don’t worry, girl. I will take care of you. I have an axe and it’s angry.”
From that moment on, I already knew our whole trip was going to be like this. And that’s pretty much how we met each other.
Entry 6: Unsafe
Back to the plains. We were walking and walking… it took forever. We hid under a giant rock, taking turns standing guard at night. And we did the same thing the next day and the next day. We had enough water to get through these empty landscapes, but in the end, we had to be frugal, because our resources were running out.
Eventually, we saw something though: The silhouette of a village.
“Good,” I said. “Finally. Maybe we can fill up on water and food there.”
“I’m tired. I long for a bed,” Samantha said.
I could tell that Harvey was exhausted too by the way he was walking, but he tried to look tough and walk up straight in order to impress Samantha. Still, he was slouching a little. It was funny.
When we came to the village, it was awfully quiet.
“I don’t like it,” Lilly said. “Something’s wrong.”
“It’s not that weird for it to be quiet,” I said. “We’ve been to many deserted villages. How is this one any different?”
“I don’t know. It’s a hunch. Call it female intuition if you will, but there is something fishy going on here. Just be prepared for anything.”
“I don’t feel anything,” Samantha said.
We didn’t comment on that. We let it go and got our weapons ready. When we looked up, we saw it.
Zombies were all gathered on the rooftops, lying in wait to attack us. They were everywhere… hundreds of them, and they all climbed up on the houses to ambush us. When they noticed that we saw them, they all jumped off immediately.
“It’s raining zombies!” I yelled.
“Let’s get out of here!” Harvey shouted.
“To the other side of the village. Hurry!” Lilly said.
We ran and ran, and evaded zombies that were falling out of the sky. Some of them hit us a little, making us deviate from our straight course, but most of them missed.
“Ouch!” I said when a zombie scratched me with its claws.
“Take that!” Lilly said, cutting him open like a fish.
“Thanks,” I said.
“Don’t mention it. Now, let’s keep going!”
We kept running. I saw Samantha and Harvey kill a few zombies behind us, and Lilly was leading the way, trying to guide us through to escape this evil snare.
“In there!” she shouted. She pointed to an airtight home with no windows and a steel door. We followed her inside and held the door shut. “Check if there is any way to get in upstairs,” she commanded. We went upstairs, but everything was sealed, as if someone was trying to be a hermit or something.
“Nice house,” I said. “I wouldn’t want to live here though.”
The others agreed.
We could hear the eerie sounds made by the zombies outside the door. We put a beam halfway the door, just to lock it more tightly. We heard the zombies scratch and bite, but none of them could come in.
“How long are we going to be here?” Samantha asked.
“Until they leave,” I said. “And seeing how eager they are to get to us, that could be a looooong time.”
Entry 7: Newness
We sat there for hours, thinking of ways to get out of the house unnoticed to bypass the zombie horde. But we couldn’t find a way. Even Lilly sat down and rested her arms on the pickaxe. She sighed. It was hopeless, and she knew it as well as everyone else.
We just stared in front of us, not saying a word. This went on for a while.
Then suddenly, when it started to become dark outside, we heard another noise.
“Blasted zombies! You won’t get away from me so easily!”
It was a harsh voice. It had to be a man. But we didn’t know who. All we knew, was that when we took a quick peek, we saw zombies being thrown up in the air and blood squirting all over the place.
“Let’s help him out,” Lilly suggested.
We all stood up and began fighting the zombies. When we slashed through a few of those monstrous creatures, we saw a guy with a sword.
“The name’s Ruben,” he said. “Those evil scoundrels thought they had me, but I pretended to be dead and got my revenge. Now, let’s get out of here, before their little friends will jump off the roofs again.”
It was obvious that not all zombies had been hanging around the front door, and that some of them had left. This gave us the opportunity to run out of town.
“Do we know where we are going?” I asked.
“I have a pretty good idea,” Ruben said. “Follow me!”
He sprinted towards the other side of the village and showed us the rock in front of us.
It was Creeper Rock!
Ha!
It looked exactly like a creeper. Weird.
“We have to turn left,” Lilly said. “That’s where they said the colony would be.”
“Well, how do you know it’s on the left side? I see a path leading to the other side,” the retired soldier said.
“We found a piece of paper that said they would be there,” Lilly insisted. “So we have to go left.”
“But what if they meant a left turn coming from the other side?” I asked.
She scratched her head. I guessed she hadn’t thought of that before. She looked to the left. There was a vast, empty desert with more rocks in sight. Then she looked to the right. Trees had popped out of the ground, there was a little creek, and a path leading through the trees to an even greener area.
“I have decided we should go right instead,” she said sheepishly.
“Good decision,” we all agreed.
We went left and looked back occasionally. The zombies were still after us. How were we going to survive this? Sooner or later, they would catch up.
But suddenly, we saw little houses made out of wood. Villagers from the houses ran towards us and protected us.
“Are you okay?” one of them asked.
“We are fine, but the zombies are chasing us,” I said.
When he looked, he ordered all capable men to get their weapons and march forward. I watched in awe as an army of villagers took their rakes, pitchforks, shovels, machetes, swords, and axes, and beat those pathetic zombies down. Our enemies didn’t stand a chance against these strong men. It was only a matter of minutes before the last zombie was slashed by a brave man from the village.
“It’s good to have you here,” one of them said as they came back.
But I didn’t pay much attention. I saw some familiar faces. Could it be true? No. Impossible. After all that hoping and fighting and running…
“M-mom?” I said.
One of the villagers turned around.
It was mom!
“Mom!” I exclaimed.
“Mike!” she said as she embraced me.
Shortly after, my dad came towards us.
“I am proud of you, boy. You have grown up a lot, and I don’t just mean physically. I can tell.”
“Thanks dad,” I said.
Samantha and Harvey had already disappeared. Maybe they found some other villagers they knew, or maybe they just ran off to kiss or something. I didn’t want to know. I figured I would see them later.
But Lilly was still there. She looked a little jealous when she saw me hugging my parents. She was quiet. I had never seen her this shy before.
“Mom, dad,” I said. “Meet Lilly. She is my friend and she saved my l
ife.”
“So great to meet you,” my parents said. “And thank you for all you’ve done.”
“Oh, it was nothing,” she said.
“Can we take her in until she finds her family?” I asked.
“Sure,” my dad said. “If she wants to. Is that what you want, Lilly? Or do you have some better place to go?”
“No, I don’t,” she said. “Thank you for your hospitality. I would love to stay.”
It was like a dream come true. The most beautiful girl in my house. Could you imagine?
“Thanks, dad,” I said.
“No,” Lilly said quietly. “Thank you, Mike.”
With those words, she kissed me on the cheek. I melted away.
THE END
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Minecraft Prince
A Minecraft Prince Diary
By Billy Miner
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Contents:
Introduction
Entry 1: Royal Obligations
Entry 2: Freedom
Entry 3: Fighting for Fairness
Entry 4: More than Friendship
Entry 5: Changes
Entry 6: Fight
Entry 7: Princesses
Introduction
Do you know what it’s like to be a prince? Alfred does, but he doesn’t like it for one bit. All those responsibilities and tasks, all those codes of conduct and manners… he decides to sneak out and experience life on the streets.
But when he does, he meets a very special person, one who changes his life completely. Destined to fight an evil villain and rescue a girl, he sets forth on a political adventure that will alter the course of history and break through the traditions of the times.
Read about the courageous Alfred, a prince who sees the value in others and shows the whole country how to be a true, noble human being.
Entry 1: Royal Obligations
7:00 a.m.: Get up and take a shower by throwing a bucket of water over my head, while all the royal servants stand ready to hand me towels and the clothes I am supposed to where that day.
7:30 a.m.: I finally get that awkward moment over with and head to the study room, where I learn about Latin, a dead language, or the takeover of the villagers in Minersfield, a long-forgotten civilization.
8:30 a.m.: More history and languages. I swear, if I study more dead languages, I might join the zombies in the graves sometimes and start communicating with them.
9:30 a.m.: Breakfast, the much needed substances that keep my brain on track and give me the energy I need to pump more information in my head. I always hope for Elenor, the cook, because the other one is terrible at cooking. It’s a 50 percent change each day. Am I going to eat something disgusting or delicious?
10:00 a.m.: Etiquette training. Sitting up straight, posture, speaking manners, working on my accent, and stirring a tea cup in the correct direction. That sort of stuff. Ughh…
11:00 a.m.: Sign papers concerning this or that. My servants read them to me, and most of them have to interpret the complicated words they use on those documents in a way that it actually makes sense to me. If I feel like it, I can put my signature at the bottom and approve.
12:00 p.m.: Discussions about the kingdom, mostly one-way conversations, meaning that I have to listen to my dad babbling on about the affairs of the kingdom. Sounds like a real party, doesn’t it?
12:45 p.m.: Recite everything I learned that morning, so that they can check up on me and see if I am actually making progress or bribing the teachers.
1:00 p.m.: Lunch, usually a lot smaller than breakfast. Again, I always hope for Elenor, the better of the two cooks.
1:30 p.m.: Geography and science research.
2:30 p.m.: Math, which I am actually kind of good at, but I still think it’s one of the most boring subjects in the world. Besides, the teacher has bad breath and he is hard to understand. And did I mention he is really ugly?
3:30 p.m.: More math. Sometimes it seems like it never stops.
4:30 p.m.: Art class or music studies. It depends on the day. When I played the violin, it sounded like someone grabbed a bunch of cat tails on a rocking chair, so they switched me to the trumpet. Art is awesome. It’s my one moment every two days that I can relaxed and apply my skills. The teacher says that I am a terrific painter, which motivates me even more.
5:15 p.m.: Is art or music class already over? Oh man! I was just getting into it. Now I have to put my face into these dusty books again.
6:00 p.m.: Dinner, and hopefully by the right cook.
7:00 p.m.: A long list of royal duties I have to memorize. Every day, I have to recite them and practice them in front of my parents. I believe there are at least 1000 of them. Maybe more. And I always forget number 549, the one about being an obedient, loyal member of the king’s house. By the way, I always frown upon number 308, which says I have to marry a princess of a royal lineage from another country. Believe me, I want to get married, but this rule makes my choices a little limited, doesn’t it?
9:00 p.m.: As you can imagine, we always have to take two hours for all these royal duties, so only at 9 o’ clock, I can finally do something fun, like sword training or something. My instructor is awesome. He knows every move and he teaches me new fighting tricks each day.
10:00 p.m.: After the workout, I take another shower, just as awkward as the one in the morning.
10:20 p.m.: I am expected to report to my dad. He goes over what I did that day. After that, I can do what I want, but that’s only for about 10 minutes or so. When I have to go to bed, my brain is fried. And when I sleep, I am sure that more than half of what I learned that day will be forgotten the next day.
So there you have it. This is my schedule. My name is Prince Alfred. My parents are the king and queen, and I am an only child in a huge palace. Trust me, the environment is great. The palace is beautiful. But each day, I am wondering what this is all good for. As you may have noticed, the best times are when I h
ave art class or fight training. I don’t care for a lot of other things I do.
The routine is killing me. I want variety, some adventure, something new… And tomorrow I am going to figure out a way to get what I want.
Entry 2: Freedom
Okay, so maybe I am not proud of myself, but I need a break, don’t I? So yes, I am sneaking out. It’s 5:30 a.m. So early! But I just knew I wanted it. I have been sitting in this palace long enough, studying books and reciting boring rules. I deserve it. Besides, my grades were excellent, so why would anyone complain?
I get out of my bed and put on some clothes; not the colorful ones trimmed with gold. No, no, no… I am putting on some rags I found in one of the servants’ rooms. They always dress up when they’re here, but I don’t think they wear these fancy things outside the palace walls, so I snatched one of their outfits away and hid it in my bedroom until today.
I look in the mirror and chuckle. Ha! I look as poor as a beggar on the street. Nice! Exactly what I was aiming for. I look to the corner of my room.
There is a cloak on a chair. I don’t know what it’s good for, but my dad put it there some time ago and never explained to me why. Oh well… leave it. I am on my way out.
I grab some golden coins just in case and put them in my pocket. Then I put on a hat that will cover my face and slowly turn the key in my bedroom door. I look around and see nobody. Perhaps a few cooks or other servants are up already, but if I stay quiet, I won’t have any problem getting out of the palace.
Oh, wait. The guards at the front gate. Whoops. I haven’t thought of those yet. How am I going to get past them? Mmm… well, maybe I’ll figure it out when I get there.
I tiptoe through the hallways and exit the humongous palace through a small side door. I can tell why this door hasn’t been used much: The wood is rotting a little bit and it squeaks. When I step outside, there isn’t even a path to it… just bushes I have to hack my way through with a rod I found.