The Wither King by Mark Cheverton

Author:Mark Cheverton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Allworth Press
Published: 2018-03-28T04:00:00+00:00

Watcher glanced to the eastern horizon, grateful for the presence of the sun as it rose into the air, even though its harsh light cast pale reds and oranges across the horizon, making the landscape appear stained with colors as bleak as the sun itself. This was not the beautiful spectacle the NPCs were accustomed to seeing at sunrise, but in Minecraft, sunlight was always better than darkness.

They’d run all through the night after leaving the Compass. On the north side of the strange building, they’d come across more of the stone arcs. Half-circles of rock in different sizes dotted the landscape, the strange rings jutting up from the ground like the humps of a gigantic, stone sea serpent. Watcher thought these rocky curves might have been failed experiments by the wizards, but they’d probably never know for sure.

Thankfully, once the sun started to brighten the sky, the intrepid warriors could see trees ahead. None of them enjoyed being near the “stony curves,” as Er-Lan called them, and were glad to be entering a forest soon, but as they neared the trees, their feelings of unease grew worse.

“Do all of you see what I see?” Mapper asked.

“Yep.” Blaster removed his black leather armor and replaced it with forest green. But when he saw what they were approaching, he replaced it again with dark brown instead.

“It looks like something tore the leaves off all the tree branches,” Planter said. “How can that be?”

“I don’t know,” Watcher said. “Maybe a big storm blew through here and ripped them off.”

“Then how do you explain the grass?” Cutter pointed to the ground as they stepped into the forest. “It’s all dried up.” He reached down and ran his fingers through what should have been green, verdant blades, but were instead gray and brittle. The grass turned to dust with a simple wipe of his hand. “Whatever harmed the trees, it didn’t leave out the grass. It’s all dead.”

“Effects of the Great War, that is what happened here.” Er-Lan’s voice sounded sad. “I can feel the echoes of terrible pain here.”

“You mean there was a battle here, and villagers died?” Cutter asked.

Er-Lan shook his head. “No, what happened here was an attack on the plane of existence itself, and the victim was the fabric of Minecraft. Something tried to damage this forest in hopes of shattering the land. Er-Lan cannot imagine why a wizard would do this.”

“A wizard … why do you think it was a wizard?” Watcher turned and faced the zombie.

“Er-Lan can tell,” the zombie said. “What was done here was by the hands of a wizard, not a warlock.”

Watcher started to object, but Er-Lan put a hand on his shoulder. “It is not Watcher’s fault, nor is it Er-Lan’s,” the zombie said. “What happened in the Great War was the fault of our ancestors. Their crimes do not fall upon anyone in this time.”

“Well, except for the wither king,” Planter said.

“And the Broken Eight,” another villager said.

“You mean ‘the Broken Six.’” Blaster grinned.

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