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Steve’s New Neighbor, Book 1: Steveville

 

Steve’s New Neighbor, Book 1: Steveville

 

 

 

Copyright 2016 Mark Mulle

Published by Mark Mulle at Shakespir

 

 

 

 

 

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Author’s Note

This short story is for your reading pleasure. The characters in this “Minecraft Adventure Series” such as Steve, Endermen or Herobrine…etc are based on the Minecraft Game coming from Minecraft ®/TM & © 2009-2013 Mojang / Notch

 

 

 

 

 

 

Table of Contents

Book 1: Steveville

 

Day One:

Day Two:

Day Three:

Day Four:

Day Five:

Day Six:

Day Seven:

Day Eight:

Day Nine:

Day Ten:

Day Eleven:

Day Twelve:

Day Thirteen:

Day Fourteen:

Day Fifteen:

Day Sixteen:

Day Seventeen:

Day Eighteen:

Day Nineteen:

Day Twenty:

Day Twenty-one:

Day Twenty-two:

Day Twenty-three:

Day Twenty-four:

Day Twenty-five:

Day Twenty-six:

Day Twenty-seven:

Day Twenty-eight:

Day Twenty-nine:

Day Thirty:

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Day One:

We need to talk about villages. I have searched for a village for a really long time. When I say long time, I mean LONG time. So many nights had passed that I could barely remember the first night that I had come into existence.

I shuddered at the memory of those endless, boring nights spent hiding from the terrible creatures that lurked in the night.

My hope was that if I found a village I would be safe from the monsters. Surely the villagers would know how to keep them away. My least favorite were the spiders. I did not like how they would jump down at me from above and then run toward me with their red, glowing eyes.

Eventually, I had collected enough wool to make a bed. I knew that this would help the nights pass more quickly. I had tried to capture a sheep to make him my pet but he was not interested in following me at all. He ate his grass and pretended that I did not exist. No matter what types of flowers and saplings I offered him, he continued to ignore me.

I do not like sheep much anyway.

I gathered my wool and crafted a bed. That made the nights pass much faster. They seemed to last only an instant.

From where I am standing I can see a village. It is close enough that I could reach it by nightfall, but a part of me is scared. I want to enter within the safety of their monster-free zone, but I have no idea where I would stay.

Would one of the villagers allow me to stay in their home for the night? I did not like the idea of intruding on a stranger.

I had always thought that it would be exciting to be the new friend in a neighborhood. Now that it is going to be real, I am a little nervous about what they might think of me.

“Come on!” I jumped back and forth on the balls of my feet. “You are Steve! Everybody loves you! This village is going to be called Steveville in no time!”

I like to give myself pep talks sometimes. I guess that is a side effect of being alone so often.

All of that was about to change. I was about to move into a new neighborhood. A neighborhood with an actual village. I would not have to talk to myself any longer. I would have plenty of villagers to spend every day with.

I could see the teeny tiny villagers moving about, running from building to building, managing the gardens, and talking with one another. I could even see some children scuttling around, their quick little feet carrying them down the streets at a frightening speed.

I wondered if I had ever been that tiny. As far as I could remember I had always been the same size. I had always had an over-large block head, the same teal shirt with pants that were slightly darker and brown hair. Every day I wore the same outfit. That was fine with me. Once I had armor, I could dress however I wanted.

I secretly wanted the beautiful blue diamond armor. I knew that this was a silly wish. I had no idea where to find diamonds. My friend, Alex, had two pieces of diamond left from the pickax that she had made. She had offered them to me before my journey but I told her that I wanted to find them on my own. She said it would be a long time before I found diamonds. This did not keep me from dreaming that one day I would have a full suit of armor made out of the strongest material available.

I decided that entering the village today was a bad idea. What would my new neighbors think of me if I did not even have my own home? I could not simply move in to the village and take over one of theirs for myself. I do not think that they would be very fond of that idea.

What I really wanted was a castle. I checked my inventory. I definitely did not have enough cobblestone for a castle. I might have enough for a small square farmhouse with a few windows.

I chuckled to myself. What would the villagers do if I built a big castle right in the center of town?

“Hi, everybody!” I pretended to speak to my new neighbors. “Welcome to Castle de Steve. By the way, I’ve named the town Steveville. I hope you don’t mind.” I giggled.

I do not think the villagers would like that very much. I think that the priests are normally in charge of the villages. I did not want to offend the priest on my first day.

I watched as they ran in and out of each other’s houses, doors banging, and no regard for ownership or privacy.

“Never mind.” I muttered. I decided that I was not going to build my castle in the village. I would build a safe distance away, close enough to trade for vegetables when I was hungry but far enough away that they might think twice before visiting.

Maybe I would install iron doors. I would need a lot more iron for that. Though, it would prevent all sorts of intruders. Especially zombies. Villagers too. I chuckled at the thought.

I really hope that this neighborhood does not have zombies. My last home had a lot of zombies. They are incredibly nosy and were always banging on my door. I do not think that villages would have monsters.

I would have to wait and see.

Day Two:

This neighborhood has zombies too. This neighborhood has a LOT of zombies. They were all over the place last night.

I had built a small cobblestone house before nightfall and was disappointed to know that the zombies appeared here just like any other place.

They were so close that I could not even sleep. Their moaning and groaning kept me awake all night. I was tempted to go outside and tell them to go away, but I was too exhausted and hungry to risk a confrontation.

Today I visited the village. I met a few of my neighbors who were not overly friendly. They did not seem too interested in the items that I offered to trade. To be honest, I had a feeling that they were only offering me boring items that they did not care about. I wondered what it would take to get them to trade something truly valuable.

What do you think it would take to get an enchanted book?

I did eventually trade for some carrots. Alright, I traded for a lot of carrots.

I was really hungry. I did not have any other way to gather food, being so new to the area. I approached a nearby farmer and asked if he could spare a few crops. Thankfully, he had many to spare and I soon found myself the owner of a large amount of carrots. He was not interested in sharing potatoes. Maybe another time.

I was so hungry.

I ate until I was full. For the first time in days I was not hungry. It was a wonderful feeling. I kept the extra carrots with the hope that I would be able to plant them in a garden of my own.

Do you think that the farmers would be interested in buying my crops if I planted my own garden?

Tonight when I go to sleep I will think about the best way for me to keep a large supply of food. I do not think I could afford to keep trading every time I needed something to eat.

Day Three:

Last night I decided that the best solution was to create a garden of my own.

I am a terrible farmer. The problem is that I usually plant my crops along the edge of a river in some sort of winding design and only half of them ever grow.

Why do the villagers have to be so good at it?

They have perfect little gardens, all neatly protected in their wooden frames. I do not have the luxury of wasting that much wood. All the wood that I collect is made into planks and crafted into items. Even building a house out of wood seems like a daunting task. Cobblestone is much easier to gather.

I think that is why I like the idea of a castle so much. It seems like a good way to use up all of the cobblestone that I collect once I decide to start taking mining seriously.

“I bet I could build a better garden than the villagers.” I told myself. “The Garden de Steve!” It would sit outside of the Castle de Steve. I would have more plants than the village. I would have carrots, potatoes, wheat, pumpkins, and watermelon. I would even like to have a few rows of sugar. That way I could makes enchanted books of my own.

I really needed to stop talking to myself. Maybe once I have friends. Maybe once the villagers saw how cool my garden was. Maybe when they saw all of the new things that I could grow.

Luckily, I already have an iron bucket. This is a very important tool for building a garden.

I have used up most of my cobblestone on the little house that I had made. I had no idea what to line my gardens with that might impress the villagers. I refused to use the few pieces of wood that I had left. I did not have anything other than a stack of dirt and it seemed like a pointless idea to surround my dirt garden with more dirt. Eventually, I just settled for keeping them at ground level, at least for now.

I wanted my garden to be bigger than theirs. Wider, and longer. I wanted my garden to grow more crops. Crops that I could trade to them for some really useful items.

I decided to make my rows four blocks wide. I placed a single row of water between them. I hope that that would be enough water to make all of my plants grow. I had noticed during previous farming attempts that my plants never grew more than two blocks from the water. I am guessing that with water on either side of the row this should solve that problem.

I shrugged. If it did not work then I could just demolish the entire farm and start over.

I made four sets of rows. That meant that I had to dig five trenches of water. Each row was ten blocks long and filling them with water from the river was an awful task. I really do not like walking back and forth to the river, even though it is not that far away.

I learned that if I put enough water in one trench I could draw from that source endlessly and not have to return to the river.

I always try to find a shortcut. It is not that I am lazy, it is just that… well, maybe I am lazy. I like to call it resourceful.

After I had dug my trenches and filled them with water, I spent a little bit of time tilling the land. The soil all turned the darkest shade of brown and I think that means that my crops will grow just fine.

I planted my carrots, or at least what remained after I had eaten most of them. The truth is that carrots are my favorite food. Alex says that making pies and cakes are her favorite. That seems like a lot of work. I think you need multiple items to make a cake. She made cookies once. I have no idea how she did that but I did see a stack of cocoa beans in the chest that she had labeled for food. That recipe must need cocoa beans.

I may have gotten a little carried away with the size of my garden considering that I only had five carrots left to plant.

I looked at my big, empty garden and laughed. Five measly little sprouts sat with their tiny green heads poking above the tilled earth.

So maybe my garden was not better than the villager’s. Not yet at least, but I was determined that someday it would be. Someday it would be great, like me!

I mowed the lawn in search of seeds.

I like to call it mowing the lawn but really I am just breaking the grass with my hands. A place feels more like a home if you can say that you have a lawn.

Luckily my house is built in a big open field. I collected fifteen seeds and planted them in my garden before deciding to go to bed for the night.

Day Four:

This morning it is raining. I looked through the tiny window that faced the garden. As far as I can tell, my plants had not grown at all. They were certainly not big enough to harvest.

Farming was boring. I scrunched my nose. I might be better off raising animals, I thought.

I placed a palm against my forehead and shook my head. I was fairly certain that I would not be any better at raising animals than I was at raising carrots. Surviving on your own was a lot of work.

I glanced out the window again. Nope. I do not think that I am very good at raising carrots. At least not yet.

With nothing to trade I journeyed to the village once more. There was no time to dawdle in the rain, so I sprinted past the villagers and into the library.

The librarian stared at me with his arms crossed. Perhaps I was being too loud.

I liked his white clothing and wondered how he kept them so clean.

With all of my digging and running around I was always dirty.

I turned my back on the librarian and stared at the books that were lining the shelves above me. A soft giggle escaped me as I remembered my friend Alex, who like the librarian, was very clean.

She had even built herself a bathroom, though I was not entirely sure why. Her fortress was equipped with a functioning shower encased in glass, a massive rectangular bathtub, and even a toilet with a seat that went up and down. I was fairly certain that it was just a trapdoor.

Alex liked things to be beautiful. She built her fortress to replicate a home she had dreamt of once. There were couches and chairs, a fireplace, and even an enormous kitchen with an island.

I was more interested in function than appearance. As long as there was enough room for my furnace and my crafting table, I was happy.

When I finally decided to build my castle, I would contact Alex and consider letting her add a few details to the rooms. She would know how to fill up the big empty rooms with more than chests and torches.

The librarian had moved to the furthest corner of the building and was watching me out of the corner of his eye. I picked a book off the shelf and sat down at one of the small tables to read.

The book had some information on farming vegetables. It said that they could take some time to grow. That made me feel better about the tiny carrots that were sitting in my garden.

I could hear some heavy breathing in front of me and looked up to see the librarian standing at the other edge of the table.

“I will trade you an emerald for two books.” He grunted at me.

“I do not have any books.” I admitted shyly.

“Huh?” He looked at me with a confused expression. The villagers loved to use this word. Sometimes it was a question. Sometimes it was said when they agreed with you. Sometimes when they were happy. They always said it when they were hurt, and even sometimes for no reason at all.

“I don’t have any books to trade.” I explained.

“No books?” His long uni-brow bent in confusion. “If you have no books to trade then why are you in my library?”

“I was reading about farming.” I said. “I am the new neighbor!”

“There is no need to farm.” He said. “The farmer will trade you whatever you need.”

I shut the book, left it on the table, and stood to leave. The sun was shining now and it was safe to go outside again. Villagers had begun to enter the library and demand the librarian’s attention.

It seems that it would take more than farming to impress the villagers.

Day Five:

My plants are growing though they are not yet ready to harvest.

I still have not decided what it would take to impress the villagers but as I watch them I see that they have a major problem.

A zombie problem.

Last night a villager had become infected. I think it was the librarian.

He came to my house and was banging on the door. This morning I watched as he caught fire in the sun.

Now the town has no librarian.

I wondered if I should move in to run the library, but I knew that I needed more adventure than that.

Day Six:

I have to protect the villagers. How could I ever get my neighbors to love me if they are all getting infected with that terrible zombie disease?

I am certainly not skilled enough to cure them of it. Though I do know that it can be done.

I spent the afternoon gathering wood. Blocks and blocks of wood. I wish the forest had been oak, then maybe I would be able to collect apples. This area is full of birch. I like the light color of the wood but I wished that birch trees had apples.

If they do, none fell for me today, despite the fact that it felt like I chopped down a hundred trees.

Tonight, I will craft fences and gates. Tomorrow, I will protect the village. Tomorrow I will be the hero. Hero Steve! I just hoped that nobody mistook me for Herobrine, that troublesome fellow that I had heard looked somewhat like me.

Day Seven:

I spent the entire day surrounding the village with a long fence. I placed gates on each side.

The fence was perfect. Somehow I had enough wood to surround the entire village. Hero Steve to the rescue!

Still the zombies attacked the village.

I even found a note taped to the door of the library that said, “Nice try, villagers. Tomorrow night we will return and slowly we will conquer your town!” The note was signed, “The South-Meadow Zombie Clan.”

How did they get past my fence? Hero Steve has failed.

Day Eight:

There is a skeleton in the water of my garden and he shoots arrows at me every time I leave my house. I am going to avoid the garden until it goes away. I hope it will go away.

I still do not understand how the zombies are getting into the village.

Day Nine:

How could I have been so silly?

I always thought that zombies were drawn to the light of the village, and that is probably true, but what I realized today was that light can draw in zombies as well as keep them away.

I had sent a message to my friend Alex, asking her what to do about the village. I am afraid about the villagers becoming infected and two have already been infected.

She told me that I needed to line my fence with torches. That I needed to light up the village so that there was no darkness within the circle of my fence.

I did not understand. How would this keep the zombies from getting through my fence?

“Steve! Sometimes I wonder if you even know how our world works.” She scolded. “Do I need to come there and save the village myself?”

As much as I would love my friend to visit, my new home was nowhere near impressive enough for me to invite her here. Also, I wanted to save the town on my own. Alex was much more experienced than me. It would be very simple for her, but how would I ever learn if I did not do it myself?

She explained to me that the zombies were spawning inside my fence range. That they were not getting through the fence at all. Zombies cannot get through fences. I was glad that I had been right about that.

I was worried that this meant that I was trapping the zombies inside the village. Did the villagers think that I was causing them more danger? Were they all going to become infected?

I needed to fix my error. I needed to fix it fast.

By the time I had finished reading the message sent by Alex night had nearly fallen. I grabbed my stone sword and raced toward the village.

“Do not worry my little villagers!” I hollered as I ran. “Steve is here to save you! Steve will make this better.”

I entered the ring of the birch fence and followed its line around the village placing torches every so often atop the fence posts.

I looked over my shoulder, the zombies were already banging on the poor villager’s doors.

“Surrender!” They groaned while attacking.

“Go away!” I shouted over my shoulder as I sprinted past a zombie child that was banging itself against the fence. I was glad that it was on the side away from the villagers, and me.

I pressed myself to work faster. My heart was beating with fear for both myself and my friends. Or, my soon-to-be friends. My hope-to-be friends.

By the time I had finished making my way around the fence I knew that I needed to deal with the zombies that were inside the village.

I raced up to the door of the church and began slicing at the zombies with my stone sword, praying that it would not break.

Two zombies groaned and disappeared with a puff of smoke but I knew that my job was not over. There was a creeper in the well. I had no idea how to get rid of him without him blowing up the entire structure. Were the creepers working with the zombies?

What was I supposed to do?

I ran around the village placing lanterns on the ground, on the sides of buildings, and inside all of the houses. I was hoping that all of the bright light would make the creeper disappear. But it did not work.

He still bobbled up and down in the middle of the well. The only well in town.

I had a bigger problem now.

With the village full of light the villagers were beginning to leave their homes. They were no longer afraid of coming out into the darkness. I had to make sure that none of them approached the well. I had to make sure that they stayed away from the creeper.

I darted at the creeper and hit him with my sword. When I heard the telltale hiss I ran away until the sound stopped. When I looked back over my shoulder I saw a villager approaching the well and ran up to him. I shoved him away from the structure and he grunted at me and ran away.

I continued to dart at the creeper, running away every time he started to hiss.

My heart beat with fear that an explosion would destroy the well. I continued to fight him until he was gone. I stood on the edge of the well and considered jumping down to see if any gunpowder had dropped.

“You’ll get stuck” A villager behind me spoke in a soft voice.

“What?” I asked.

“Our first butcher jumped in to the well and could not get out. He simply bobbed there. We had to destroy the well to rescue him.” The villager turned and began to walk away.

With a sigh of relief I walked around the village. It was safe. The villagers were safe.

Day Ten:

I thought that saving the villagers that night would make it much easier to make new friends. They have not really seemed to notice. I am a little concerned that they do not seem to understand how much danger they were actually in.

Maybe they did not realize that zombie disease can spread.

Either way, with my neighbors protected, what I really needed to do was start building my home. My real home. My Castle.

I found a nearby cave that was full of granite, diorite, and andesite. I collected these to polish for flooring. Tomorrow I planned to spend most of my time simply mining cobblestone.

Bricks, bricks, and more bricks.

Day Eleven:

I collected cobblestone. At first I started by just digging around in circles. But then I started to get dizzy and the floor was uneven. I decided there had to be a better way to go about gathering the stone for my Castle.

I sent a message to Alex and asked her how she gathered enough stone for her fortress.

Her response was simple. “Dig. Dig. Dig.”

She also told me that I should start digging my tunnels now. Even though I was not ready to build cart rails or actually start looking for items to mine, I agreed that it was a good idea to dig tunnels in hopes that I might find some treasure.

What I really wanted to find were emeralds. I do not think that my tunnels are deep enough to find anything except for iron and coal. The villagers love emeralds. I never really understood this because emeralds seem like useless items to me. I wonder what they do with them?

I did find quite a collection of iron. Best of all, I found two huge deposits of coal. No longer would I have to make charcoal from my precious trees. From now on, I was using only the good stuff.

I was also fairly certain that villagers would want to trade for coal.

Day Twelve:

I have collected so much cobblestone that I had to create a chest to hold it. A big chest.

Even though the chest is almost full, I am still worried that I do not have enough cobblestone to make my Castle.

I do not want to start building until I have all of the necessary items. It just occurred to me that despite the fact that there is a river nearby there is an extreme shortage of sand.

I have debated all day about whether I should wander around looking for small bits of sand to collect. Or, if I should make the three-day journey to the desert that I remembered passing on my way to the village.

I am not very interested in either option. I wanted my castle to have windows. Lots and lots of windows.

I crafted four iron shovels in hopes that they would collect enough sand to make the amount of windows that I desired.

I would have to travel to the desert. There was no other option.

Day Thirteen:

This morning I set off for the desert. The skeleton is still in my garden so I had to trade with the farmer for carrots again. I bought enough to keep me full during the journey, so long as I did not have any run-ins with monsters.

Do not worry, I replanted their gardens before I left.

I brought my shovels, a new iron sword, torches, and the carrots. Nothing else. I wanted to ensure that I could carry as much sand home as possible.

I know that the trip is risky, but it is something that I must do.

I sent a message to Alex telling her where I was going and she seemed extremely upset. She said that I do not have enough experience to make a journey like this. I asked her how she could explain my journey to find the village in the first place. Clearly, I had survived that.

She said that it had been luck.

Even though I would never admit it to her, she was right. I had respawned four times before I eventually found the village, and I had hid every single night.

So maybe I was not as good of a swordsman as she was. I also did not have a diamond sword. She did. It seemed to me as if that would make it easier to fight.

She also had golden armor. That is a lot better than the leather that she had lent me on my last visit. I was not entirely sure how much longer it would last.

So maybe Alex was better at surviving than me. One day, I was going to be as good as her.

I would have strong armor, weapons, and a giant home that will be full of amazing items. I would have a fireplace that was not going to need wood to burn. It was going to be made of lava. Maybe even an entire wall of lava! That would be amazing!

Day Fourteen:

I have been walking for so long that I am starting to wonder if I forgot where the desert was. What if I cannot find my way home?

I have been leaving lanterns as a trail but it is hard to tell in the daytime if they are spaced close enough together.

I am running low on lanterns.

I forgot to bring wood and coal.

This was a bad idea.

Day Fifteen:

I think that I am lost.

I passed a lava pit that I did not remember. Maybe I just did not notice it the first time on my way to the village. I marked it with a ring of lanterns so that I can come back to it when I decide to build my lava fireplace. Or lava place, as I like to call it.

I like the way that the little balls of lava leap into the air.

I will have to remember to keep anything that might catch fire away from my lava place.

At least I would not have to worry about my castle burning down because it would be made of stone.

Alex said that her first house was made of wood and the entire thing caught fire. She said that the trees nearby and everything around also caught fire and that she was afraid that the fire would never stop spreading.

It did, eventually.

It did clear a very large area for her to build her fortress. I suppose that is a good thing.

Day Sixteen:

I almost got blown up by a creeper last night. He was hiding behind a low-growing tree and he hissed as soon as I walked by. The tree exploded and I lost some health, but luckily I survived. Barely.

I ate the last of my carrots to recover. Hopefully I have enough energy for the journey home.

Day Seventeen:

Last night I hid rather than face the monsters. With no carrots to eat I needed to be careful about my health. I would not want to make this journey again.

I knew that, with my bed placed in the village, I would always be able to return to my home, but how could I admit to the villagers that the great Steve had been unable to gather something as simple as sand?

If I was going to help them expand their town, I needed to be a leader!

This morning I was surprised to find that the desert was only a short distance off. Apparently, I had not been lost at all.

I rushed over to the mounds of sand and began hastily shoveling the soft yellow squares.

I was not paying attention to what I was doing.

That happens a lot. I set about a task that does not take much thought and I zone out. I just dig. Sometimes, I like to hum a little tune. Other times, I make up fantastic stories about the battles that I will have when I am stronger.

I probably should have checked the area before I started digging, but I did not. Suddenly, the ground fell out beneath me and I was falling into a deep cave.

Somehow, I survived the impact of falling from such a height. The loose sand had cushioned some of my fall. When I looked up I could see the bright sky above me but no way out of the cave.

I was in trouble. I had only planned to collect sand. The only tools that I had in my inventory were shovels and my sword.

Then, I heard a sound that made the fear rise in my heart. A low moan that made my hands shake and my eyes widen. Was it the devious Herobrine coming to cause trouble?

I looked around with wide eyes and approaching through the darkness was the glowing frame of an armored zombie.

I quickly moved to the highest ground so that the zombie would have to approach me from below, pulled out my iron sword, and prayed that I could survive this attack. The thought of losing my precious iron shovels, as well as the long distance I would have to return to the desert, made me want to fight as hard as I could.

“Do not respawn, Steve.” I encouraged myself. “You can do this. Be patient. Let him come to you.”

As the zombie drew nearer I took a deep breath. With my dwindling strength it was extremely important that the zombie not cause me any damage. The fall had made me weak and I still had a long journey home.

His low moan made my hands tremble. I was desperately afraid of zombies and to make matters worse, this one had armor.

As he climbed the mound of sand, I had a brilliant idea. I jumped straight into the air and placed two blocks of sand beneath me. I felt a smile creep over my face. Now he could not touch me. But the sweep of my sword could swing down below and cause him great damage.

It seemed like hit after hit did little to keep him from coming back at me.

I struggled with the weight of my sword and the fear that was growing inside of me.

Could an armored zombie ever die? Was this zombie as strong as Alex? If so, I had little chance of winning.

But then, to my utter amazement, he gave one last low groan and disappeared in a puff of smoke leaving his precious armor there for me. I jumped down and collected my winnings.

I had not known that you could gain items from the zombies. This was amazing!

Maybe I should have been fighting them all along. I quickly changed from my leather armor into the beautiful enchanted golden armor.

In my haste to defend myself I had not even noticed that the zombie’s armor had been enchanted. This was even better than Alex’s armor.

For the first time I felt safe, and excited. I now understood why it was worth it to fight the monsters. I had known that creepers could drop gunpowder, and skeletons left bones and arrows in the daylight. I felt as if, for the first time, I was no longer afraid to fight.

I had not brought a pickax with me. This meant that the dig to the surface was slow. Once I reached the higher level of soft sand, I was able to switch to my iron shovel and quickly burrow my way out. Though, I did need to ensure that the sand did not fall on top of me.

Enchanted golden armor, or not, I was not foolish enough to risk being trapped beneath the falling sand.

By the time I reached the surface night had nearly fallen. I was forced to build myself a small refuge in the sand to wait out the night.

Day Eighteen:

Today I gathered loads and loads of sand.

While I was digging, I could not help myself from admiring the beautiful golden armor and its faint pink glow. It had been enchanted to provide fire resistance. I thought that this would be a very useful trait if I ever made it to the Nether.

Alex said that when I am strong enough, we would go together. She tried once by herself and said that it was much too challenging for her alone. She said that there are others who can survive it, but we will do much better as a team. I agree, though I do not know much about the Nether. Yet.

As the day wore on I knew that it would not be possible for me to make the return journey home without finding something to eat.

I could see the bunnies running around, their fur the color of the pale yellow sand, but they were much too fast to catch. Every time I approached one too closely they hurried away with their little sprinting hops.

I realized as I had been digging in the desert that I had no cobblestone with which to build a furnace. It occurred to me, once again, that I had not planned well for this trip. In my attempt to ensure my ability to carry as much sand as possible I had neglected to consider the fact that there were other items that would have been useful on my journey.

I vowed to never again travel without a spare crafting table, furnace, pickaxe, and a massive supply of torches and coal.

With so few resources, my best option was to leave the desert.

I began my journey back to the village, but decided not to go far when I reached a grove of oak trees. With renewed hope, I slowly began to chop down the trees. As I moved from tree to tree I kept an eye on the falling leaves, waiting to see if an apple might have been hidden among them.

Two apples dropped and I quickly ate them.

I sighed with relief that my energy level was no longer critical.

“Steve. Steve.” I muttered. “Why are you always so hungry?”

A pig oinked from a short ways away. It was as if he had been saying, “Ha! You cannot eat me. You have no way to cook meat.”

He did not really say that, of course, but I did feel like his little grunt was mocking me.

“Once my garden is finished, I will never be hungry again!” I shouted at him. “You won’t be laughing when I have rows and rows of carrots!”

The pig grunted again. He did not seem impressed.

With this small reserve of energy I continued to demolish the grove of oak trees. Slowly, I collected two more apples. Which I gobbled down happily.

The process of chopping wood had taken almost the entire day. Waiting for the apples to drop had been a tedious process, considering that they were so rare.

As I settled down for the night in a temporary hut made of wood, I furnished a crafting table and considered what other items I might be able to make.

At this moment, I had no use for a wooden boat. While I have always wanted a boat, now was not the time. It did occur to me that one might be useful for exploring the land around the village. There was quite an impressive river that led away from the village and passed my home.

I made some sticks and crafted a wooden pickax. It would have to do for now. My hut was dark. I used my last torch to brighten up the space while I waited for the sun to rise.

With nothing better to do than wait I started to dig out the space beneath my tiny hut. A few layers down I reached the precious cobblestone.

How had I been so thoughtless to have not brought at least a few pieces with me?

When I had gathered enough to make a furnace I had a moment of false excitement when I thought that I might be able to burn some of the sand to create the glass that I would need for the windows.

All of this time waiting would be the perfect chance to get some of that work done. But I had forgotten that I had no coal. I used a block of wood to make charcoal and then set the sand in the furnace.

Two stone pickaxes later, my health is starting to wane once more. I needed to conserve as much energy as possible for the journey home.

I needed to be smarter about the choices that I was making. Less running around with excitement, and more planning.

That was how Alex had become so successful. She was serious. She might not be the silliest friend. But she knew how to get stuff done.

She was a survivor.

I was more of a… ‘I hope this works out’ kind of person.

Day Nineteen:

Today I started the leisurely walk back to my house. I wondered if my little village friends would have missed me. I wondered if any of them had even noticed that I was gone.

They better have missed me, I thought.

I was the one who had protected their village from the monsters.

I continued my journey through the forest trying to convince myself that the villagers would have noticed my heroic actions.

The further and further I walked, the less I was certain of their support.

Maybe, they did not care that I had moved into the neighborhood. Maybe they did not want a new neighbor. Well, some things have to change, I thought.

Their village was going to get more than me as a neighbor. I might be the first, but I knew I would not be the last. The meadows around the village, the nearby forest, and the wide winding rivers were enough to draw in an enormous population.

Day Twenty:

I came across the spot where the creeper had blown up on my journey toward the desert. I scrunched my nose at it.

“Hiss…Boom!” I shouted, jumping into the massive pit. “I am a creeper now.”

I slouched through the forest winding my way from tree to tree. Sometimes I like to pretend that I was a creeper sneaking up on the animals. Though, they never seemed that interested me.

What I really wanted to pretend to be was a skeleton. But, without a bow and arrow it would not be as much fun. Also, pretending to be a hostile mob was not as fun if you did not have someone to sneak up on.

On and on I walked pretending to be the checkered green and black monster. It was not until I noticed a real creeper off in the distance that I realized that they were really quite harmless when they were left alone.

He wandered around looking quite lonely.

Could monsters need friends? I was not sure.

Day Twenty-one:

I came across a brown mushroom on a log today. I tried to eat it, but nothing happened.

I have decided to take it with me to see if I could add it to my garden.

I have no idea how to grow a mushroom. I would have to remember to ask Alex if it could be done.

Day Twenty-two:

The journey home has been much more pleasant because I feel so much safer in my golden armor. I have taken the time to wander a little ways off of my path in order to collect some interesting items. I am not entirely sure how useful they may be, but I picked them up just in case.

Here is a list of the things I have found:

Four yellow flowers

Three red flowers

Two white flowers

Four oak saplings

Twenty-seven seeds

One pumpkin

I am not entirely sure what to do with all of these items, but I am sure that Alex or the villagers will know.

I was very excited about the pumpkin, because Alex has a jack-o’-lantern near her front door and she thinks that it scares the monsters away. At first it scared me away! I am not sure that it works on monsters, but it might be worth a try.

Day Twenty-three:

I was worried that I was not going to reach my house today. I was so hungry that my vision started flashing right as my home came into view.

I rushed to my garden and thankfully some of my carrots were ready to pick. I ate them just in time. I did not even save enough to plant back the garden.

I will have to buy some more in the village.

I know that I said that I would wait for the plants to grow and expand my garden, but what was I supposed to do?

Sure, I could make bread for the rest of my life. The wheat seems to be growing just fine. But I simply cannot stand that dry crumbly taste especially compared to the juiciness of carrots.

I promise never to eat my entire supply again.

Starting tomorrow.

Alex says that she has never had to trade for food. She told me that she got her first carrot from a zombie. I always thought that she was lying. I had never seen a zombie share anything before the day I won my armor. Maybe she had been telling the truth.

I would have to test it. I would have to defeat a zombie. I would have to defeat lots of zombies. I wondered what other special items they might drop. I did not care at all about the raw meat that made me very sick the one time that I tried to eat it.

Day Twenty-four:

I was so excited to start building my castle that I asked Alex to come visit me right away.

I gave her my coordinates and will wait patiently for her arrival. Though, it will probably take her a few days before she arrives.

Until then, I have decided to lay the foundation for my home. I created several furnaces and began smelting my cobblestone into stone. Once I had a large supply of stone, I left my furnaces to smelt as I worked, and crafted the stone into bricks. These stone bricks will show the villagers that I am creating a castle.

Maybe I would even add a moat; I rubbed my square hands together with excitement. I would love to see the South Meadow Zombie Clan cross my moat! My moat of lava!

“Muahaha.” I laughed my most evil laugh.

I started with a square with twenty blocks on each side. This would be the courtyard in the center of my castle where I would allow the grass to grow. Perhaps I would even plant flowers. Or make clay pots to create a pretty little garden.

Surrounding the square I laid the framework for a large rectangle. The hallways on two sides of the inner courtyard were only four bricks wide. On the remaining two sides, two large rooms expanded out to create identical spaces on either side of the courtyard. These rooms were twenty-eight bricks wide.

I knew that I had to decide on the design of my castle before Alex arrived. She was very crafty, but her style was very different from my own. I wanted to make sure that this castle was mine.

If I already had an idea in my head of what I wanted, she would follow my instructions perfectly.

I decided that the area above the courtyard would remain without any sort of ceiling. The hallways, and large rooms on either side of the castle, would rise two floors high. After that the opposite sides of the castle would continue to expand into two enormous towers, with observation decks on top.

These levels above the main castle would have bridges leading across to the other side. These, I decided, would be made out of wood.

The observation decks at the top of the towers would be surrounded by stone fences. Overall, I was pleased to know that my castle, while simple, would achieve the grand look of a king.

“King Steve!” I had to cover my mouth with both of my hands in an attempt to stop laughing. I did not think that villages had kings. But I was certain that there was a first time for everything.

Having laid the foundation for my castle, I retreated to my small home for the night.

Day Twenty-five:

When I left my home this morning, I felt a smile across my face as I realized how wonderful my castle was going to be.

I took my selection of polished stone and began to lay a beautiful pattern across the floor of my castle. I only had enough for the first floor.

As the first floor is meant to be the most impressive, and I did not want any colorful stone revealed on the ceiling above, I decided that the floors above would be made of stone slab.

It would be a clean look, and make the main level feel special.

Today I built the frame for the first floor walls.

By placing dirt beneath me I was able to raise myself up high enough to create the walls of the first level. I then continued to fill the empty spaces with the thin panes of glass that I had smelted from the sand.

While today seemed very uneventful, I was able to achieve a lot.

Instead of sleeping, tonight I will dig more cobblestone. Though I still have a lot remaining, I want to ensure that I have enough before Alex arrives.

Day Twenty-six:

Alex arrived this morning. I had no idea how she had gotten here so fast.

She told me that she had used a potion of swiftness that she had received from a witch.

We set about building the castle and I was so pleased to know that with both of us the task went by much faster.

Alex is a lot better at balancing along the thin walls as she runs around the castle.

She thinks it is very funny that I happen to fall off of the walls quite often. I try really hard not to. Sometimes I forget to look where I am going.

Today I respawned three times while working on the highest levels of the towers. Luckily my bed, in the tiny home that I had been staying inside, was only a short distance away.

Once we had enclosed the castle, ensuring that we would be safe working inside for the night, Alex moved all of my belongings from the old house.

“Did you destroy the old house and collect the blocks that had been built with?” I asked.

She shrugged and I took that to mean no. She walked away to lay the stone slab floors of the higher levels with a slight grin on her face. I did not ask any questions.

Day Twenty-seven:

I am shocked that the castle is finished already. We worked all through the night. Thankfully Alex had brought loads of beef that she had collected on her way. We cooked the beef in the furnace and it was delicious.

The rooms are very empty, but the castle already feels like home.

During the daytime the rooms are filled with the light that shines through the large windows. At night, the light from the torches inside shines like a beacon calling to anyone who might be near.

Alex has been wanting to go to the village. She has been so excited to meet my new neighbors and see what sort of items they might want to trade with her.

She had brought a whole supply of items that she thought they might be interested in. Somehow, even though Alex had never seen a village, she had at least ten emeralds.

We walked across the field to the village.

“We’ll have to build a doorway that the villagers can go in and out of.” Alex said as we reached my small fence gate. “We’ll want to make sure that they can leave the village to visit us whenever they want.”

“We? Us?” I asked.

“Oh yes!” Alex jumped up and down with excitement. “I’ve decided to build a house here as well. Don’t worry,” she explained. “I will build my house on the other side of the village so that you can have the meadow to yourself. You did pick the best location and I promise not to interfere with your space.”

She looked at me with wide, pleading eyes.

“Oh, please can I stay?” She begged. “I have never lived near a village. It would be so nice to trade with the villagers and to make all sorts of new friends.”

“What about your fortress?” I asked.

“I am thinking of building a railway between the two. That way I can keep both.” She explained.

I contemplated Alex staying permanently at the village. It would be nice to have another friend nearby, especially someone who could teach me many new things. At the same time, Alex was used to being in charge. I was not sure if I wanted her moving in and taking over the village. She seemed to sense my hesitation.

“I promise to stay out of your way.” She said. “I promise that I will not change anything without your permission.”

“Is that why you left my little house?” I asked.

Alex’s cheeks turned pink as she blushed. She nodded. I could tell that she very much wanted to stay. How could I deny her that? She was my best friend, after all.

“Of course you can stay!” I exclaimed.

“Excellent! Welcome to Steve-and-Alex-ville!” She jumped up and down with excitement.

I grimaced, “It’s Steveville.”

“Oh I am sorry!” She smiled and looked a little ashamed. “I had forgotten that you have already named the village. Steveville it is.”

I looked at the small fence gate that was the only thing keeping us from entering the village. It did keep the villagers inside. At first, I had thought that would be for the best. I did not want them wandering away and encountering anything hostile.

“You can stay in the small house for now.” I agreed. “And I think the idea for a doorway outside of the fence would make the villagers very happy.”

Alex’s face broke into a wide grin. She was very happy that, even though I would be in charge, I was willing to listen to her ideas.

That afternoon we wandered about the village until we had met everyone. Alex made a few trades. This made her very happy. She left town with the cake and two enchanted books.

She gave me the cake as a gift for allowing her to stay as a new member of the neighborhood.

Day Twenty-eight:

Yesterday, when I was in town, I noticed that some of the homes did not have doors. Some of them, even had grass growing inside.

Today, I decided to spruce up the village a little bit.

I had a big beautiful castle to live in, and these villagers were living in rough wooden houses that were barely big enough for two people to stand inside.

I placed doorways in all of the empty frames, removed any grass from inside the houses, and made sure that they were all lit properly with torches.

We built a large stone double-doorway on either end of the town. This way, villagers could come to visit my castle if they wished. Once Alex had built her house on the other side of the village, the other doorway would lead toward her house.

Day Twenty-nine:

With all of the extra doorways in the village, I have noticed that there are once again children running around.

“Huh!” A small little boy ran up to me. “When I grow up, I am going to run the library. I love books. When I grow up, I am going to read all the books in the library.”

I laughed and told him that this town needed a librarian. I told him that the other one had been infected by the zombies.

“When I grow up,” the little boy spoke with excitement, “I am going to fight the zombies. When I grow up, I am going to fight like you.”

I laughed and patted him on the head. He would grow up sooner than he thought and only then would we see if he became a librarian, or fought zombies in the night. One thing was certain, he was, by far, the friendliest of all of the villagers I had yet met.

It would be nice to have a villager as a friend.

My happiness with my new home was growing stronger every day.

Before night fell I visited Alex at the small house. She had already filled it with a crafting table and furnace, two small chests, and a bed of her own.

I told her about the boy from the village. That he wanted to fight monsters too.

“Well, why couldn’t he?” She asked.

“The other librarian didn’t fight. The other librarian got infected. I have never seen any of the villagers fight.” I explained. “Won’t he just get sick?”

Alex shrugged. She was busy making a set of iron pickaxes. I knew that she could not wait to get started on building her own house on the other side of the village.

“He might have a lot of useful information from studying all those books.” She said. “Just because none of the other villagers have fought monsters before does not mean that this one could not. Especially, if we help him.”

“How can I help him when I am only learning how to fight myself?” I was worried that my lack of skill and knowledge would somehow make a critical error that would cause the little villager to lose his life.

Alex turned toward me and smiled.

“Then I will have to teach you both!” She said.

Day Thirty:

Today I searched the village for my tiny friend but he was nowhere to be found. I wanted to tell him that when he was old enough we would start training with Alex.

I asked the blacksmith where the child was and he grunted at me with confusion.

“Huh? We have no children in this village.” His long eyebrow wrinkled. “Do you have diamonds? I will trade them for emeralds.”

I shook my head. I did not have any diamonds.

What had he meant by saying that the town had no children? I had seen one with my own eyes. I had spoken with one only yesterday.

With a sigh of frustration I trudged through the streets of the village. It had begun to rain.

The weather reflected my mood. I have been very excited to have a new friend.

Had I imagined the child?

I did not know who his parents were. I did not know who to ask or where to look.

Finally, as my last try, I entered the library.

Standing on the far side of the room, staring up at the row of books above his head, was an adult librarian.

My heart sank. They had already found someone else to replace the librarian that had been infected by the zombies. Maybe the child had been forced to leave the village because there was not a place for him to live, or work.

Had he wandered off in search of another village? A village that still needed a librarian?

I turned to leave. I did not want to talk to this intruder.

“Steve?” The voice from the other room called.

I turned toward the speaker.

“I told you that when I grew up I would be a librarian!” He smiled.

I felt my mouth drop open in shock. It was the child! Somehow, he had already grown up just one day and one night later.

“It’s you!” I shouted.

“Of course it is.” He giggled. “Who else would it be?”

I shook my head. I still could not believe that this was the boy I had spoken to only the day before.

“My name is Larry.” He held out a hand for me to shake. Which, of course, I did. “Larry the librarian.”

“It is nice to meet you Larry.” I smiled. I was pleased to find that Larry was just as friendly as an adult as he had been as a child. This was the type of neighbor I had been searching for when I had set out to find a village. Now, with Alex and Larry near, I could honestly say that I was home.

“Well, Steve,” Larry’s voice broke me away from my thoughts, “are you ready to fight zombies?”

I laughed because he was so full of excitement and confidence.

“I think so.” I nodded. “But we will have to wait for Alex to finish her house, and then we can learn together.”

“We need to start soon.” Larry looked at me with a very serious expression. “You’ve kept the village safe, for now, but I found this nailed to the fence this morning.”

I took the note in my hand but did not read it. I nodded to Larry before leaving. I was not sure that I wanted to know what the note said. These South Meadow Zombies seemed much more dangerous than any monsters that I had met before. Right now, I did not want to think about zombies. I was much too happy to think about such a nasty subject. I had found Larry! Alex was already building her own home nearby! What news was better than that?

With a nervous smile I walked back to my castle. Three new members of the neighborhood. Three friends to begin all sorts of adventures.

Alex was waiting at the door when I got home. I told her all about Larry and our plans to start training.

As we walked inside Alex smiled at me with a half grin.

“I am glad you are ready.” She was too excited. I could tell that she was up to something.

“For what?” I asked. I was a little nervous about what Alex might consider training.

“You’ll see.” She giggled.

“What are you planning?” I tried to convince her to tell me but she would not budge.

“All I am going to say is that you are going to need this.” She set a brand-new iron sword in front of me before turning to walk out the door.

I picked up the sword and held it in my hands. The shine of the metal was so bright that it almost looked white compared to my stone sword. The weight of it made me feel powerful. Made me feel invincible.

I felt a sudden burst of excitement, and strength. I opened the note and read it in one quick glance.

It read, “Your fence may keep us away, for now, but cross its line and we will be waiting. South Meadow Zombies.”

I knew that the time had come to become the skillful survivor that I knew I was born to be.

Let the training begin.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About the Author

Mark Mulle is a passionate Minecraft gamer who writes game guides, short stories, and novels about the Minecraft universe. He has been exploring, building, and fighting in the game ever since its launch, and he often uses in-game experiences for inspiration on creating the best fiction for fellow fans of the game. He works as a professional writer and splits his time between gaming, reading, and storytelling, three hobbies and lifelong passions that he attributes to a love of roleplaying, a pursuit of challenging new perspectives, and a visceral enjoyment the vast worlds that imagination has to offer. His favorite thing to do, after a long day of creating worlds both on and off the online gaming community, is to relax with his dog, Herobrine, and to unwind with a good book. His favorite authors include Stephen King, Richard A. Knaak, George R. R. Martin, and R. A. Salvatore, whose fantasy works he grew up reading or is currently reading. Just like in Minecraft, Mark always strives to level up, so to speak, so that he can improve his skills and continue to surprise his audience. He prefers to play massive multiplayer online games but often spends time in those games fighting monsters one on one and going solo against the toughest mobs and bosses he can manage to topple. In every game, his signature character build is a male who focuses mostly on crafting weapons and enchanting, and in every battle, he always brings a one hander sword and a shield with as much magical attributes as he can pour into them. Because he always plays alone, he likes to use his game guides to share all the secrets and knowledge he gains, and who know—he may have snuck some information into his fiction as well. Keep an eye out for his next book!

 

 

Other books by this author

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Diary of a Brave Iron Golem

Book 1: The Village Protector

Book 2: Attacked by the Wither

 

Diary of Jake and His Zombie Pigman

Book 1: The Creature from the Nether

Book 2: The Spiders Show the Way

 

The White Eyed Ghost’s Promise

Book 1: Herobrine Lives

Book 2: Herobrine’s Manor

 

Diary of a Hero Zombie

Book 1: Herobrine’s Gauntlet

Book 2: The Cult of Herobrine

Book 3: Into the Nether Portal

 

Diary of Erik Enderman

Book 1: Block Thief

Book 2: Adventures with Steve

Book 3: The Legend of the Endermen’s Treasure

 

Diary of a Valiant Wolf

Book 1: Steve’s Wolves

Book 2: Zombie Horde

Book 3: Defeating the Dragon

 

Diary of a Mob – Bony the Skeleton,

Book 1: Where the Block is My Bow?

Book 2: Where the Block is My Dad?

 

Diary of a Mob – Sebastian the Gutsy Sheep

Book 1: No Ordinary Sheep

Book 2: Sebastian Seeks Revenge

 

Rise of the Wither, Book 1: New Danger

 

Books in the Carnival of Doom series

Book One: The Angry Ghost

Book Two: To the Nether Portal

Book Three: Trapped

 

Books in the Diary of a Crafty Player Series

Book One: Blocky World

Book Two: The Fort Keepers

Book Three: The Search for the Dragon

 

Diary of Reg the Villager,

Book One: In Search of the Creative Mode

Book Two: Nether Here Nor There

Book Three: The Wolfdog and the Dragon

 

Diary of Steve the Explorer, The Cube World Chronicles

Book One: The Unknown Enemy

Book Two: Diary of the Curious Creeper

Book Three: Diary of an Enderman, the Game Keeper

 

Diary of Steve the Adventurer,

Book One: In the Lair of Herobrine

Book Two: To the Nether Portal

 

Diary of a Zombie Hunter,

Book One: The Zombie Specialist

Book Two: Zombie or Griefers

Book Three: The Captain of Overwatch

 

Diary of a Mob – Rowley the Rabbit,

Book One: The Runaway Rabbit

 

Books in the Diary of an Adventurous Creeper Series

Book One: Creeper Chronicles

Book Two: Journey to the End

Book Three: Dragon Savior

 

Books in the Adventures Through the Over World Trilogy

Book One: Creeping Transformation

Book Two: Steven and the Island of Bones

Book Three: The Zoo in Jericho City

 

The Quest: The Untold Story of Steve Trilogy

Book One: The Tale of a Hero

Book Two: The Unfinished Game

Book Three: The Endings and Beginnings of a Legend

 

The Obsidian Chronicles Trilogy

The Obsidian Chronicles, Book One: Ender Rain

The Obsidian Chronicles, Book Two: Hell and Back

The Obsidian Chronicles, Book Three: Of Dragons and Demons

 

The Doppelganger Trilogy

The Doppelganger, Book One: Steve’s Chance

The Doppelganger, Book Two: Steve vs. Herobrine

The Doppelganger, Book Three: The Ender Dragon Reborn

 

The Cult Trilogy

The Cult, Part One

The Cult, Part Two

The Cult, Part Three

 

The Legend: The Mystery of Herobrine Trilogy

Book One: The Start of the Quest

Book Two: The Truth about the Myth

Book Three: Herobrine versus the World

 

The Dragon’s Mountain Trilogy

Book One: Attacked by the Griefers

Book Two: The Hidden Village

Book Three: The White Mobs

 

The Temple of Destruction Trilogy

Book One: The Lost Treasures

Book Two: The Curse

Book Three: Notch versus Herobrine

 

Books in The Enemy’s Revenge Trilogy

Book One: Ghost Sightings

Book Two: Kidnapped

Book Three: To The End World

 

Attack of the Overworld Trilogy

Book One: Finding Herobrine

Book Two: Finding Steve

Book Three: The Final Mine

 


Steve’s New Neighbor, Book 1: Steveville

GENRE: Children’s Adventure (An Unofficial Minecraft Book for Kids Ages 9 - 12 (Preteen) Book 1:Steveville Steve is an excited new member of a local village. Though he still has a lot to learn about the world of Minecraft, he is doing his best to fit in with his new neighbors in what he hopes will be his permanent home. It does not take long for Steve to discover that the village has a bigger problem, a zombie problem. With the local zombie population more organized than any monster group he has ever encountered, Steve will do his best to help the village become a safe place to live. As he makes new friends and learns new skills, Steve discovers that protecting the village will be much more difficult than he thought. Follow Steve’s journey as he attempts to survive in this new world. From upgrading his small home to a castle, establishing his own farm, and attempting to befriend the villagers, there is always something new and exciting in store for Steve. Will he be able to keep the zombies out of the village? Or will all of his efforts start a war that he must be prepared to fight? Author’s Note: This short story is for your reading pleasure. The characters in this "Minecraft Adventure Series" such as Steve, Endermen or Herobrine...etc are based on the Minecraft Game coming from Minecraft ®/TM & © 2009-2013 Mojang / Notch

  • ISBN: 9781311052353
  • Author: Mark Mulle
  • Published: 2016-05-16 03:05:11
  • Words: 11755
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