Battle with the Wither King by Mark Cheverton

Author:Mark Cheverton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: battle, bullying, middle grade, minecraft, gameknight999
Publisher: Mark Cheverton

Chapter 7 – Signifs

The village was covered with debris, pieces of the village wall here, chunks of a roof there. Buildings were destroyed and families were left homeless. But worse still were the items that were strewn about the village, each marking where an NPC had perished, their inventory items being the only evidence they had ever existed.

Grief-stricken villagers wailed in despair as they mourned the loss of family members. Mothers cradled a shovel or hoe in their arms as they wept, fathers and brothers boiled with anger and heartache.

The sound of all that misery and despair made Watcher openly weep. He didn’t feel strong enough to hold back the tears . . . or maybe it took more strength to show the emotions, he wasn’t sure. All he knew for sure was he’d never felt such overwhelming sadness in his life.

“My friend, Baker . . . she was standing right there,” Watcher moaned as he stared at loaves of bread that floated off the ground nearby.

She had been the same age as Watcher, and always secretly gave him and the other Insigs fresh bread when it came out of the furnaces. Now, bread would never taste the same again. The lanky boy moved to the brown loaves and allowed them to flow into his inventory, then sat on a block of stone and just stared at his surroundings, his body numb.

Carver stormed through the courtyard of the village, fuming mad. He yelled at the gaping holes in the walls and the torn up buildings, his sword in his hand. Watcher could tell he wanted to hit something and vent his rage somehow, but there was no enemy here to attack, just sorrow and grief.

Suddenly, the faintest of high-pitched cries reached Watcher’s ears. It was not the weeping sobs of an adult; this was the cry of an infant in pain. He looked at the building behind him. The flaming skulls had smashed right through the walls and destroyed Baker’s whole family; her mother and father and younger sister hadn’t stood a chance. They were just erased from the face of Minecraft, only a few tools and some childish toys remained. Their daughter, Hunter, she wasn’t even a year old and now that little girl was . . . suddenly another high-pitched cry reached his sensitive ears.

He stood and moved into the destroyed home, pushing aside pieces of the shattered walls.

“What are you doing in there?” Carver demanded. “Leave their stuff alone. This is not time to divide up their belongings.”

“Be quiet!” Watcher snapped. “I hear crying.”

Watcher moved further inside their house and listened. Another muffled sob tricked its way through the debris. Watcher carefully pushed aside parts of a broken table and pieces of shattered furnaces.

“Insig, now is not the time to clear out their home. Don’t you have any respect?” the big NPC barked.

Watcher held out a hand, silencing Carver. Some of the warriors gasped in shock.

“How dare you!”

“Shhhh!” Watcher insisted.

He got onto his hands and knees and pushed through the shattered home, listening.

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