An Unofficial Minecraft Series
“Minecraft Diary of an Enderman Ninja, Book 1”
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August 23rd, 2016
Oh, man, I’m excited about this one! I’ve been meaning to write the story about the Enderman ninja for quite some time, and here it is! It’s a little longer than I expected, and I figure Elias will be one of my favorite characters. (Cth’ka the Creeper King is also a favorite of mine.) Well I hope you guys like it. It’s definitely something a little different compared to most Minecraft novels—more exotic and epic, as a story about an Enderman should be!
Enjoy the story. I can’t wait to get started on Book 2. Thanks for the support!
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Of course, I was already dead to begin with. Undead, actually. But if you are holding this book in your hands, then you must have found my library of adventures—my collection of writings by myself and my friends, all put together over years of exploring the worlds of Diamodia and others.
This particular book is the story of one of my friends, Elias the Enderman. Elias is a ninja. A special Enderman—a member of the Order of the Warping Fist.
What you are about to read is the first collection of diary entries from Elias the Enderman ninja, from the day before he was assigned to a special mission that would eventually turn into the beginning of our friendship.
When I teleported to the Overworld, I never thought that I would be starting a diary.
I am reminded frequently by the flow of the world around me to ignore my expectations, because once I expect something to go one way, the universe opens like a flower and teases me into another direction.
Or, at least, I try to.
I will write of my adventures on my Seed Stride, and it will become part of my way. A painting of this path on my journey of life.
I am also an initiate in the Order of the Warping Fist—a unique group of Endermen ninja. By now, I would have normally been granted the title of ‘lower ninja’, but the end of my initiate training was interrupted by the Seed Stride.
We Ender, as a race, rely on the Pearls, our Chi, to produce more Ender, and to attune ourselves to the rhythm of the universe. Our Chi is also the source of our power to teleport, to warp between worlds, and also enhances our ability to communicate by the voice of the mind.
Such things we Ender take for granted. But it is possible that you, whoever picks up this book, as my story decides to travel later, may not understand the simple concepts that I’ve known since my birth.
So, now that you understand, know that my first Seed Stride was the reason my initiate ninja training was interrupted before completion.
Mature Endermen all understand, either through training or experience, how to dodge arrows and other missile weapons through the awareness they achieve by being in tune with their Chi and the world around them.
And I found four pearl seeds in dirt blocks during the time I traveled and warped through the interesting and lush environment. Trying to sense the Ender energy within, I picked up and discarded block after block of dirt until I could feel the pull of the Chi inside.
Some Endermen collected more seeds than others. And some dedicated their entire lives to the Seed Stride, walking the Overworld forever in search of the dirt blocks that held the promise of a growing pearl.
Yes, maybe I suffered from a little bit of pride. I was aware.
When I was in the jungle, earlier today, I found an old structure. Old for Minecraftians, I guess.
As I explored the inside of the old Minecraftian structure, I noted that it was some sort of temple. My ninja awareness easily detected a couple of rotting, crude traps, and I avoided the trip lines and pressure plates without effort.
Inside a wooden chest, among a bunch of Minecraftian junk and zombie meat, I found this book.
At least, I figured it was Minecraftian junk. I had never personally met one of the creatures before. From what I’d heard in my training and tales from other Endermen, the Minecraftians were small and weak, but were intelligent, and were able to transform the Overworld into tools, armor, and other technology that made them stronger.
The older Endermen told me stories about the famous Steve, as well as other Minecraftians that came and went frequently on the Overworld. We even saw a Minecraftian or two appear every once and a while on the dragon’s island, stuck on our world because of dabbling with portal technology they didn’t understand. I’ve never seen them myself, but I’ve heard about the incidents from Endermen who were there at the time.
Apparently, they were usually surprised when they appeared on the obsidian receiver, and realized that there was no way to get home! I’ve heard that when they inevitably decide to attack the dragon, the great, ancient beast just plucks them up and throws them out into the void.
During my training, I was never told to only go out at night, but it seems to be an unspoken rule of my people on the Seed Stride here. And I can understand why. The sun was so bright and hot on my eyes! But I didn’t care. Let the others go into hiding or warp back to the End during the day. I had seeds to collect and an infinite world to explore!
“What is your name?” I asked a particular chicken.
“I am a chicken,” it thought back. “Bawk!” it said aloud.
“What is your purpose?”
“I am eating.”
As the morning went on, I noticed that some of the larger, more complicated creatures, the mobs, as I was taught they were called, burst into flames as the sun settled higher into the sky! Skeletons and zombies raced around, frantic and on fire, until they burned up and left behind nothing but piles of ash, bones, and charred meat.
“Excuse me,” I said into his mind.
I stepped out from the shadows to where it couldn’t help but notice me. It’s not like I was trying to hide before—I don’t know how it didn’t see me.
“I was wondering … why does the sun sets zombies on fire?” I said into its mind.
The zombie was shocked. “The sun sets zombies on fire?!” It was suddenly very aware of the sunlight just outside of the shadow of the tree, and the poor undead creature clutched at the pine’s trunk to keep away from the light.
“Elias,” I suddenly heard in my mind. The voice of another Enderman. “Behind you.”
Turning, I saw, across a sunny valley, was an area of deep shadow under a cliff—probably a cave. Another Enderman stood inside. From here, I could see his eyes glowing purple in the dark, and I could barely make out the white symbol of the Order of the Warping Fist on his black headband.
“What is it, sir?” I asked. It was Erion, a lower ninja from the rank just above me. He had finished his initial training, and would now be expected to perform minor missions while still taking training from his master. His headband was black instead of blue (like mine), but still bore the white symbol of a novice.
“Elias, you have been summoned by Master Ee’char. He has ordered that you return to the Temple immediately.”
“But … my Seed Stride…?”
“Master Ee’char is aware that you are on Seed Stride. He has sent me to find you and ask you to return to him, still.” Erion broke eye contact for a moment, and glared around at the sunny valley. “What are you doing exploring during the day?”
The other Enderman ninja nodded, then disappeared with a zip and a brief shower of tiny, purple motes of light.
Teleporting around on a single world was easy. It was a lot like making a long jump—didn’t require much energy, much of my Chi. I could overdo it, of course. If I warped around too much in too short a period of time, I would … get tired, in a way. If my energy became too low, I would have to wait, or meditate for a while, until I had enough Chi to teleport again.
Going back and forth between the Overworld and the End was difficult, and required me to focus and have very strong Chi. The act needed all of my energy. And I’d probably need to recharge quite a bit before I could do it again.
I meditated for a while, and let my thoughts dissipate. Focused only on my breathing, I willed my body to be a receiver for the energy of the world—the combined energy of all of the pearl seeds hidden in the blocks around me … the energy of the world’s core. It all funneled into me, moving up my arms, my legs, spiraling to my center … to my Chi.
Appearing in the End was an immediate relief to my eyes. The world was dark and pleasant. All was quiet except for the faint flapping of the dragon’s wings, its occasional grumbles, and the subtle zip sounds of the Ender people warping around.
Endermen bustled around, chatting with each other with their mind voices, moving their dirt blocks around, planting seeds.
Appearing just outside the temple, I looked around, shocked at how different the Overworld was from my home. The End was comfortable and consistent. The same meteor-like stone made all of the islands and outliers, and the chorus fruit grew tall and still. There was no wind here. Not really. Not like on the Overworld. Over the last few days, I had grown accustomed to the trees, grass, and the whole world moving around me all of the time.
“Be well, brother,” he said into my head as I drew near.
“What happened to you, sir?” I asked.
“One cannot defeat every opponent,” he responded. “This battle was to be a lesson for me instead of a victory, it seems...”
“What weapon did that to you?”
“Not the weapon, initiate,” he responded. “The weapon is just a tool. It was a pair of Minecraftians that outmaneuvered me on Overworld. Their tools were diamond swords.”
“You teleported back here to heal?” I asked.
“Yes,” the ninja responded. “The simple Chi of the End makes it easier to focus and attain wholeness.”
I contemplated that for a moment. “Be well,” I said. “Get better.”
The middle ninja nodded, his eyes still closed, and I proceeded across the purpur bridge into the Temple. The Shulker guards pried their shells open for a moment to regard me with beady little eyes, then closed again with a chunk.
After teleporting up the main tower, I arrived at the primary dojo, and scanned the crowd of younglings for my master. Two other masters were present and teaching the Ender young. Small Ender bodies struggled and clashed together, and I heard the frequent *_zip, zip, zip*_ of them teleporting around. One of the masters looked up at me from across the big, open room.
“Initiate Elias,” he said in my mind, his mind voice as clear as a bell. “Your master is on the roof.”
Master Ee’char was an old Enderman. Not weakened by age at all, he stood tall and regal on the exposed roof, the highest point of the Order Temple. The vast purple and speckled void swam across the sky above us, reminding me of how small even the Order of the Warping Fist was in the immensity of the End. My master turned to me, and I saw his green eyes glow across the dim space.
There were very few Endermen that still had the green eyes from back when our race was young. Other masters, and the elders of the normal Ender population, showed green eyes here and there, but my race’s eyes have been purple ever since even before the discovery of the outer rim and the construction of our great End Cities.
“Initiate Elias,” my master said in my mind. He turned, and I saw that he held a flower pot from the Overworld in his hand. A tall, red flower grew out of its soil. The red petals were shockingly bright compared to the low light and muted colors of the End.
“Yes, Master?” I responded, and approached on foot.
“How goes your Seed Stride?” Master Ee’char asked, his green eyes focused on the flower. He cleaned dirt and dust from the plant with his nimble black fingers.
“Going well, master,” I said. “I have acquired twenty-seven seeds, and I expect to acquire many more. Why have you summoned me away from the Stride?”
“What do you see, Elias?”
“A red flower from the Overworld,” I said.
“And what can you learn from this flower?”
I thought for a moment about what he might be getting at before responding. “The flower is strong and is surviving on our world?”
“That is a valid observation,” he said. “You may also note its beauty and its symbol of hope, as it struggles in its young life to rise up out of the dirt and muck. This particular plant can only produce flowers if it has enough dirt to push roots through. There is more to this flower than strength and beauty, and you are to contemplate this while you are on your mission…”
“What mission?” I asked. “Back to my Seed Stride?”
“No, young initiate.” Master Ee’char placed the flower pot gently back onto the purpur roof, then turned to face me, his hands calmly drawn together. “I am sending you on a mission to investigate an incident developing near Nexus 426.”
The Nexus he was referring to was one of the common areas that we Enderman use to teleport down to the Overworld. When warping to one of the other worlds, we could choose to either appear in a random location, or to focus on a particular location according to memory and experience, or to use a common Nexus that the Ender race catalogued over time.
“But Master,” I said, “What about my Seed Stride?”
“Consider this a small diversion, young one,” he responded. “Your Seed Stride will still be there for you. The seeds will still be present and waiting for you—even around Nexus 426.” My master sighed in my mind, then looked out into the void. “In the last several days, many non-Order Endermen have been killed near that Nexus point. You are to travel there and investigate. And if you can identify the cause of the Ender deaths, you are to neutralize it…”
A real mission? To assassinate an assassin? But I wasn’t even lower ninja yet!
“Respectfully, my master,” I said, “why have I been chosen for this? I haven’t even finished my initiate training…?”
“Young initiate, return to the dragon island and plant the seeds you already have. Then teleport to Nexus 426.”
“Thank you, master.”
Yes, I thought. This would do.
Almost, I thought. I could still hear its footsteps.
“Greetings, creeper,” I said into its mind. “I need a word.”
“I am investigating the deaths of my people in this area. Do you know anything about it? Anything odd going on around here?”
“Sss …” it said, thinking to itself. I could read in its body language that it was not happy about being interrupted on its walk, but it seemed to be afraid of being difficult with me. “I know little about thisss area. I’m jussst passsing through…”
“You haven’t heard anything about your own kind being killed here? Or other mobs?”
It was referring to the mountain I saw on the edge of the desert between the forest and the grasslands. Yes, a mountain like that was probably full of caves and passages! That would be where most of the undead go to hide from the sun during the day.
“Why are you going that way? You turned around,” I said in its mind.
Then with a zip, I teleported closer to the mountain.
“Easy, zombie,” I said into his mind. “Do not fear—I mean you no harm.”
“I am Elias. I’m looking for something. Do not be afraid. What is your name?”
“There is something in this area killing Ender—” I paused. “Killing mobs. Do you know anything about it?”
The zombie reached up and grabbed his head. “Yes! Killing! I’m stuck in here. Why am I so afraid? I don’t know! What am I doing here?”
“You …” I said, “You have seen something killing mobs?”
“There’s something killing mobs?!” the zombie shrieked. “I mean—yes! There’s something killing mobs! Killers in armor with swords! In the cave! Why am I here? Why am I so scared??”
“So you really have seen something,” I said in his mind. “Killers in armor … swords? Where did they come from?”
“Killers in armor?! Where? Oh yeah—the cave! They’re in the cave . Who?? Why am I so scared? What am I doing down here?”
“Zombie, calm down!” I said. “You must have climbed down here to get away from the sunlight, right? Do you mean here? Or the big cave in the side of the mountain?”
He quieted immediately, cocking his head and listening toward the entrance of the cave. I heard it too. Something was moving out there. Footsteps. Fast footsteps. The zombie stood, listening, his jaw slack.
“Wait!” I cried out into his mind. “Don’t go out there!”
I heard their voices, and closed my eyes, reaching out with my Chi to feel their minds and understand their words. Two of them. Two Minecraftians, I bet … saying something about … rabbits.
The shadows of their forms darted past the opening of the cave, blotting out the sun for an instant, and then the zombie was emerging from the entrance after them! He let out a snarl and a moan, then pursued them around the corner into the bright sunlight. Before the zombie was out of sight, I saw him burst into flames! He hissed and snarled in pain, but went after the Minecraftians anyway.
So that was it. Those were the killers.
There were at least two Minecraftians living in the cave in the side of the mountain. They must have moved in, then started doing whatever Minecraftians do, killing all of the mobs in the area while they were at it…
It seemed like a sound theory, but I’d have to watch and gather information, just to be sure. And then, if what I had surmised was indeed the case, it was then my duty to kill them or drive them off to restore the balance to this place…
The mountain was full of outcroppings and jutting areas of rock, huge and grey, full of long, black shadows. It was perfect for my ninja approach.
Across the rocky bowl of the cave entrance, in another wall, was another door and blocked up tunnel.
As they approached, running out of the desert and up the rocky area leading to the cave, I got my first real look at the Minecraftian race.
They were both about the size of the zombies I had met—still considerably shorter than I was. They were stocky. Muscular. Both were dressed in clothing, and wore a variety of armor on their bodies and heads. Their skin, unlike the green of the zombies, was vibrant and smooth. They were living creatures—not undead. They were fast, and seemed very healthy … and dangerous.
“Dude, that was awesome!” he said. “I can’t believe there was one so close!”
“Yeah, I was just coming up!” I heard another voice, and then a third Minecraftian opened the door of the smaller dwelling. This one was different. Smaller, thinner, a voice that was higher in pitch.
“Pretty quiet, actually,” she said, and put her hands on her hips. “You know, WolfBroJake, if you guys didn’t run off exploring and killing stuff all the time, and actually helped me down there, we’d get more iron!”
The big guy shrugged. WolfBroJake. “Sorry, LuckyMist. Blame your boyfriend. If Xenocide99 wasn’t bugging me so much about checking out the temple he saw,” he casually pointed his sword at the other Minecraftian male in the green shirt, “we could build this place up a little faster…”
Okay, I thought. So the female was LuckyMist. The big warrior was WolfBroJake, and the other male was Xenocide99. I wondered if there were any more.
“I’m going inside,” LuckyMist said. “Can we go inside and sleep, please?”
From my vantage point, I could see a small army of mobs appearing in the desert and surrounding areas, many of whom were suddenly interested in what was going on up here at the cave mouth. Several zombies were slowly converging on the area. There were a few skeletons. I saw the shadow of a creeper. In the distance, I saw the glowing red eyes of spiders appearing, and …
“Flee, Brother!” I called out to him in his mind. “I’m on this—fly! They’ll kill you if you stay!”
The Enderman paused his charge and looked straight up at me in my hiding place for a moment. “What?!” he exclaimed in my mind. “[_ A ninja from the Order? What are you doing here?? I’m going to kill these punks! _]”
“Do not fight!” I responded. “They are Ender killers! Turn and warp away from here!”
The other Enderman shook his head, ignoring my warning, his jaws open and hungry for satisfaction. He charged at the duo, but still spoke to me with his mind voice as he attacked. “Screw that, brother! I’m going to put these puny creatures in their place. How dare they raise a weapon to me??”
Fool, I thought.
I tried to warn him. There was nothing I could do to help. If I had intervened, it would have only blown my cover, and I don’t have all of the information of the situation yet. No time to plan. No ability to make a precision strike. I am ninja. I would fight the Minecraftians on my own terms, if I chose to fight.
His anger was his first enemy…
These Minecraftians had no regard for the mob lives. Even the noble Endermen. They killed them, like squishing bugs, and laughed about it.
Minecraftians did have their place in the balance of this world, of course. But this place, Nexus 426, was not it. Here, they were an abomination. Obviously they couldn’t be reasoned with.
It was beautiful and delicate, but strong enough to push itself up out of the ground. Was that it? It could be delicate … and be strong at the same time?
It had to be something having to do with two different qualities existing at the same time. But what was it?
“Guys!” she called out, annoyed. “We should mine today! Will you come with me into the mine?”
“WolfBroJake?” she called. “Would you at least help me?”
“Come on, man, look at all of the loot out in the sand!” Xenocide99 said. “And I thought we were gonna go check out that ravine! We can get some ore there!”
This is it, I thought. That’s my chance…
“Okay, dude,” WolfBroJake said. “Let’s go check it out, but just for a sec! Then we have to come back and help LuckyMist!”
The inside of their cave house was lit up by torches, and I could just barely see furniture and tools. Red-colored beds, a table with small tools hanging from it, a stone forge of some kind. I reached out with my Chi to get a feel for the room’s layout. I was sure I’d end up fighting one of them in there later. Maybe the last one. Perhaps if I killed LuckyMist down in the mine, then I could separate the males on the way back from the ravine, and take out the weaker one. Then I could face the last remaining Minecraftian inside the house…
Fool! I thought. I lost my element of surprise! Spent too long looking and planning, without doing!
I teleported above her again, was waiting while she looked back, and then struck out with a palm strike that landed in the middle of her chest plate!
I warped over to appear in front of her. She screamed in surprise again, screeched to a halt on the stone floor, but didn’t react fast enough as I punched her again, then sent a roundhouse kick into her midsection. My foot clanged against her armor, and she was knocked down onto her back, sliding across the floor.
Wow, these little Minecraftians were tough with their armor!
Instead of trying to run away again when she got to her feet, LuckyMist surprised me by instead rapidly building a cobblestone wall to separate us—to block me away into her mining tunnel, and leave her safe in the central hub of her mine.
LuckyMist turned away from her quickly-built cobblestone shield, and gasped when she found herself cornered. Tall and dark, I stood over her like unstoppable death.
And I was startled when her body suddenly disappeared in a puff of smoke!
I just killed a Minecraftian, I thought. I could do this!
The other two would surely put up more of a fight. Dealing with WolfBroJake and Xenocide99 would be more like a battle than a predator chasing prey—but I could handle it. I was certain. I was ninja. I’d make my master proud, and I knew that he would grant me the rank of lower ninja when these Minecraftians were destroyed!
It was a good thing that I could see my hiding place from inside the stair-tunnel. Taking a chance, I teleported up to my old hiding place … zip … and it worked! The two warriors didn’t seem to notice my particles flying through the air at light speed.
“No, man, that was lame,” WolfBroJake said. “How did you even think that was a ravine?”
“I guess your head is shallower than it looks,” WolfBroJake said, then laughed.
“Guys!” a female voice cried out from inside the house. “Ohmygod you guys are back! Help me!”
A small amount of Enderman rage blew up deep inside me, but I seized the anger, processed it, and swallowed it back down.
How did that happen? I killed her. And I took her stuff! She died right in front of me—by my hand!
She was frantic. “There was an Enderman in the mine and he killed me. This stupid mine! I’m so tired of this place—I want to go home!”
“Yeah it was!” she said. “Until you left the door open, you big dummy!”
And they left the door to the house open…
I killed her, and she came back. But when she did come back, it was here, in the house…
The main room was large, and held the crafting table and forge I had already seen, as well as three beds. There was another room off to the side, full of chests. A third room branched off from the opposite side of the main room, but it looked like the third room was still under construction. Well-lit by torches, that room was empty, and still had dirt walls…
That’s it, I thought. That’s what I’d do.
“How about you just make some leather armor like mine?” Xenocide99 asked.
“Because, I want my iron armor,” she responded in a huff. “Besides—we need to save that leather to make books for the enchanting table!”
“No way! I’m not going back in there today! That thing could still be in there somewhere. No way I could focus on mining after that!”
“Besides,” she said. “There was something weird about that one. Different from the others. Another weird, different mob, like the giant skeleton.”
Giant skeleton? I thought. Interesting.
“What the heck is that thing, anyway?” WolfBroJake asked. “I’ve seen every mob there is, and I’ve never seen a skeleton like that. That thing was invincible!”
“What’s with all these weird mobs?” LuckyMist said. “I just want to go home, back to our castle, where I can mine and farm and stuff—it’s like this world is getting taken over by weird … mutants or something.”
“Uh … well, he was smart,” LuckyMist said, “and he had some sort of bandana on his head. He wasn’t making any noise or was super angry like they get. He was fast, and sneaky, and very good with his attacks! He kicked me! Can you believe it?”
The two males laughed. “You mean like some sort of Enderman ninja or something? Did he throw ninja stars?”
“There’s definitely something funny going on in Diamodia,” WolfBroJake said.
“I do agree with LuckyMist about our castle,” Xenocide99 said. “It would sure be nice to get it back. I’m all for starting up new bases and starting over and stuff—but that was a nice place.”
Every once and a while, I smelled different scents coming from their furnace, Overworld smells that I couldn’t identify. She must have been making lots of Minecraftian food.
These Minecraftians had huge energy. They were so full of purpose, even just in the moment, if they were a little aimless with direction. They were, to be sure, some of the strongest beings in this universe. And I had a feeling that these were just typical Minecraftians—not the paragons of their race, not the leaders. Not the masters.
Endermen don’t sleep, so I didn’t fully understand sleep at the time. Looking back on it now, I realize that I didn’t have to be quite as cautious as I was, but I don’t regret my careful planning and movements. I am ninja. Stealth can never be overdone.
Closing my eyes, I mentally prepared myself for the intense focus needed to attack all three of them, while also solving the problem of the Minecraftians coming back to life on the fly…
There were two torches in the room. On in the front by the door, and one in the back by the beds.
“We must not learn to try harder. The key is to learn how not to try in the first place…”
I knew what I had to do. I would trust in my instincts to guide me.
In that second, the Minecraftians still hadn’t reacted, so I moved onto phase two, and immediately set myself onto WolfBroJake, the strongest fighter, and punched him again and again, with all of my Chi behind my attacks, to take him out first! My strong fists, as black as ink, pounded into his armored form again and again. He grunted, and barely started to struggle, then died…
Their beds were the source of their regeneration!
WolfBroJake took just a single step off of the bed before I was on him again. Without his sword and armor, he was nothing next to my martial arts skill, and died again after a few well-placed hits. As soon as his body disappeared into a puff of smoke again, my next movement was a powerful block-breaking move. I let out a roaring kiai, a shout to focus my Chi into the attack, and my elbow exploded into WolfBroJake’s bed, smashing it into a thousand pieces!
WolfBroJake did not come back. I don’t know where he’d reappear, if he’d reappear, but it wouldn’t be in here.
I roared another kiai, and struck down with my elbow, sundering the bed into pieces of wood and wool!
In a sudden splash of pain, I realized that I wasn’t paying attention, and Xenocide99 managed to fire off a second arrow faster than I anticipated. His arrow stuck out of my side…
Teleporting onto LuckyMist’s bed, I reached into the air, winding up for another breaking strike, then roared and smashed the bed apart!
Turning to face LuckyMist for our second battle, I saw what she was trying to find in WolfBroJake’s items. She held his shield in front of her, cowering behind it.
Balance must be restored.
Like lightning, I attacked with multiple palm strikes, each hitting the shield. The thunk of my palm hitting the wood and iron made LuckyMist shudder in fear, and as my assault continued, and the shield beginning to splinter, she babbled on and on, pleading for me to stop.
“I am calling a temporary truce to hear what you have to say, LuckyMist,” I said, speaking into her mind.
Shocked, she dropped the shield with a loud clang and grabbed her head with her hands.
“What?!” she cried. “What did you say?? Did you … say something … in my head? Was that in my head?”
“Where are the others?” I asked with the mind voice. “Where are they right now?”
“OMG, you are in my head! Please don’t hurt me! I mean you no harm!”
“Where are the others, LuckyMist?” I repeated.
“Okay … you … can talk in my head. Okay. Them?” She paused, shocked, thinking, confused. “Oh, uh … with their … beds gone, they could be anywhere! They’re far away. Ohmygod, they’re far away, and it’s the middle of the night!”
“They are reborn, but elsewhere?”
“Tell me about this castle.” I said. “Tell me about the giant skeleton…”
My investigation of the Enderman deaths at Nexus 426 revealed this trio of Minecraftians, but they were just a symptom of a larger upset in the balance of the world…
Like I mentioned before, this world has a place for Minecraftians. As the natural opposition to the mobs, there will always be battle wherever they go. But they tend to settle, and ultimately, an area becomes better off because of the Minecraftian presence.
My master must have sensed the disturbance along with the tragedy of the Endermen deaths, because otherwise, he would have seen wisdom in allowing the Minecraftians to stay here, in this cave, to make a new home, to get settled and establish a balance over time.
She told me the story about a ‘Skeleton King’ who attacked the Minecraftians in their own castle—a gigantic skeleton with thick bones, wearing armor and wielding a huge, different kind of bow. An intelligent skeleton who spoke in a booming, menacing voice, and had red glowing eyes.
And not only was this Skeleton King immensely powerful on his own terms—he also led a skeleton army who followed his orders and worked well together.
Over the course of the day, I meditated and focused on healing the arrow wound I had incurred in the battle. I hoped that through my continued experience, I would finally master the art of the Chi dodge, and be able to dodge arrows on instinct like all mature Endermen do.
LuckyMist prepared the cave home to be broken down, to take all of their furniture, gear, and belongings with us back to the castle. She mentioned that there was a village on the way, and hoped that they could leave all of their things there until the castle was safe again.
I hadn’t seen a village yet on my Seed Stride…
Xenocide99 and WolfBroJake eventually made their way back to the cave home, together. After a surprised and tense moment when they realized that the Enderman ninja was still in their home, LuckyMist related the entire story to them. Even though the two males were very wary of me, they were onboard with the idea.
“And here,” I said to LuckyMist in her mind. “This belongs to you…”
“You are some kind of Enderman,” Xenocide99 said. WolfBroJake nodded.
I had given up on some sort of lesson about duality.
Was it really so simple that it was strong and beautiful, even though it had to push itself up out of the mud and dirt?
“My master gave it to me to contemplate. There is a lesson in the flower.”
“Something beautiful, but also fleeting,” I said. “Maybe … even though it’s strong and beautiful, it’s still only here for a moment.”
“What’s that?” I asked in her mind.
“Well, when they grow, they need a lot of dirt under them so that they can push through long, strong roots. If they don’t, they’ll just be a boring plant. But if they can get those long roots all the way through that tough dirt and mud, then they can finally make the pretty red flowers.”
“So … it’s not beautiful despite the dirt. It’s beautiful because it has to push through the dirt. It needs to push through the dirt to become beautiful…”
I paused, and let the revelation roll over me. My Chi, the pearl in my center felt warm…
“Thank you, flower,” I said, then I handed the pretty red plant to LuckyMist.
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“Minecraft Diary of Steve and the Wimpy Creeper” Book 1
I stood up and stretched, sighing deeply. That was a good night’s sleep! There was hardly any mob noise outside overnight, and the cows stayed calm. I looked around my cabin, smiling.
Aah . . . Perfect.
Thud, Thud, Thud, on the window.
Right! I almost forgot to mention, but I have an entire village to myself!
Well, almost to myself. There were villagers. And when I looked outside, there was a villager running into my window as if he was stuck.
I may as well help the villager, so he doesn’t break my glass, I thought.
My cows moo-ed and my chickens bawk bawked.
Back inside my cabin, I suddenly felt lonely. The sadness surprised me, but I was determined to cheer myself up.
There were others like me, but those guys liked to go out into the wilderness to fight all of the mobs, and I didn’t. I liked harvesting my wheat and sitting out on the bay.
Yes, I realize it, and you’ll see it soon too, but I guess I talk to myself a lot. That’s what happens when your only friends are cows and chickens.
I changed into my normal farm clothes and went outside. First, I harvested some wheat and replanted what I had taken out. Then, I went over to my cows and chickens and fed them. The cows moo-ed and the chickens bawk bawked as they happily flocked around their breakfasts.
“See, this is what happens when you get distracted,” I told myself as I walked to the well. The town’s water supply was at the center of my village, and I could see all the other villagers hurrring and humming just as I dipped the bucket in. They all turned to look at me, and I waved at them.
The villager hadn’t said anything, but I wanted someone to talk to. I know it’s weird but, hey, at least I can talk about something, even if I can’t understand them, and they probably don’t understand me.
“Alright, buddy! Good talking to you too! See you later!”
“Later, guys! No, sorry—I can’t stay! I’ve got chores to do!”
Don’t ask why, but for some reason, I didn’t think I needed anything more than my farm clothes and a tool! Yeah … sometimes I just don’t plan ahead very well…
I crept around, behind the trees, trying to see what was making noise back there before it saw me.
A few yards ahead, I heard wild pigs squealing, and I became nervous. The sound of squealing pigs just … gets to me. Tightening my grip around my stone shovel, creeping forward, I tried to peek around the corner…
Oh well, I thought. At least I was alive…
Sometimes, I can be slow to react, and quite distracted. So, as I was looking around, trying to figure out what the animals had been running from, I somehow completely overlooked the only thing still moving in the forest!
While I was looking around and scratching my head like a dummy, that creature came at me, approaching fast! I suddenly looked up and noticed the mob just a few feet away from me, and I panicked!
Yes, yes. I know that you’re supposed to remain calm in panic situations, but how exactly was I supposed to react when I saw a creeper running at me?! It was practically sprinting!
“Oh no!” I cried.
That’s right—I crashed into one tree again and again! At the worst possible time to be clumsy, I just kept ramming myself into a tree as the creeper darted toward me like green death…
Yup, I’m going to die, I thought.
“I am so going to die!” I yelled. That was all I kept thinking as I ran.
The village came into view and I hoped that I would make it—that the creeper would somehow not blow up before I found some sort of safety.
Looking back on the situation now, I don’t know why it didn’t hit me that he hadn’t exploded yet. But honestly, I wasn’t really stopping to ponder the questions of the universe when I was running for my life!
My body slammed against the front door of my cabin as I fell onto it, zipped through, and shut the door shut behind me. I stumbled again, because that’s just what I do when I’m fighting for my life, and I half-stumbled, half-crawled into my closet.
Could my closet withstand the explosion of a creeper? Who knows? All I knew was that I had made that closet, my own little ‘panic room’, as solid as I could, just in case anything bad ever happened.
Oh yeah—and I also lost my shovel!
I probably waited longer than what made sense, but hey, when you think you’re on the brink of death, common sense kind of goes out the window!
Slowly, very slowly, I opened the door to my closet.
On all fours, I crawled out, keeping my body low to the ground. I heard a thump from somewhere and froze. I could have fainted from the fear I felt.
The same thump sound repeated over and over again, and nothing happened.
Thump. Thump. Thump…
There was definitely something making that noise, but I couldn’t figure out what it was! To my horror, I looked and saw that the creeper was running into my door—over and over again!
Thump. Thump. Thump…
I waited a little longer. Now, I could hear the thudding sound from my safe room. And I began to wonder, why hadn’t the thing blown up?
Thump. Thump. Thump…
As I waited, the thumping sound became almost funny, since all I heard was the sound of the creeper banging into my door, like a brainless robot.
Thump. Thump. Thump…
The creeper was obviously not going to blow up. I hoped that if he was going to blow up, he would have done it by now. Even still—I emerged from the closet slowly and with caution.
Thump. Thump. Thump…
“What??” I asked myself. “Why would I do that?”
Thump. Thump. Thump…
This had to be handled with great care or things could go bad very quickly. I thought a little bit more, and decided upon a plan of action.
I decided that I would open the door, and because I was very smart when I wasn’t running for my life, I put on my diamond armor.
Since I don’t fight bad guys, I don’t believe I’ve ever even been hit while wearing this armor before. I bet it’s really strong. But how useful would it be if the creeper decided to go boom?
Hoping that a creeper wouldn’t go boom?
I blame loneliness for muddling my brain…
After checking, double checking, and triple checking that my armor was secure and I was good to go, I very slowly made my way to the door.
Thump. Thump. Thump…
Thump. Thump. Thump…
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Love MINECRAFT? **Over 16,000 words of kid-friendly fun!** This high-quality fan fiction fantasy diary book is for kids, teens, and nerdy grown-ups who love to read epic stories about their favorite game! Elias was a young Enderman. And he was a NINJA. As an initiate of the Order of the Warping Fist, Elias is sent on a mission by his master to investigate the deaths of several Endermen at Nexus 426. Elias is excited to prove himself as a novice martial artist, but is a little nervous--he still hasn't figured out how to dodge arrows! And now, when the young Enderman ninja discovers that the source of the problem is a trio of tough, experienced Minecraftian players, will he be in over his head? And what's this talk about a 'Skeleton King' and an army of undead? Love Minecraft adventure?? Read Book 1 of the Enderman Ninja now! Join the Skeleton Steve Club here: www.SkeletonSteve.com (Get free Minecraft goodies, tips, books, maps, skins, seeds, and more!) Author's Note: This is an unofficial Minecraft book. Minecraft is a registered trademark of, and owned by, Mojang AB, and its respective owners, which do not approve, endorse, sponsor, or authorize this book. Minecraft®/TM & © 2009-2016 Mojang AB/Notch *** Tags: Minecraft Book, game fiction, Minecraft Books for Kids and Teens, minecraft games, game stories, game books, game story books, minecraft tips, minecraft secrets handbook, Minecraft Stories, kids books, minecraft free, minecraft xbox, minecraft story mode, minecraft handbook free, minecraft creepypasta, minecraft diary of a wimpy, game fanfiction, minecraft game, minecraft story book, Minecraft Steve series, minecraft journal book, minecraft comics, free kids books, Minecraft Kids Book, minecraft books for kids, Minecraft Villagers, Minecraft Creeper, herobrine, Minecraft Skeleton Steve, minecraftales, minecraft fanfiction, minecraft diaries, minecraft tales, minecraft short stories, minecraft gift, minecraft short story.