First published in the USA by HarperCollins Publishers Inc in 2016 as part of The Elementia Chronicles: Book Three: Herobrine’s Message
First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children’s Books 2016
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Copyright © 2016 Sean Fay Wolfe
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Source ISBN: 9780008152802
Ebook Edition © 2015 ISBN: 9780008152819
Version: 2016-01-11
To South Kingstown High School Drama Club, Class of 2014-15 for helping me get through school with my sanity intact.
Contents
CHAPTER 1: The General’s Request
CHAPTER 5: The Return of the Voice
CHAPTER 6: The Seeds of Hatred
CHAPTER 14: An Unexpected Return
CHAPTER 15: The Legacy of the King
CHAPTER 16: Darkness from Above
A faint breeze blew through the Great Wood, rustling the leaves of the blocky trees that ringed a small, unassuming knoll. It had been months since Stan2012, so new to the world of Minecraft, had stood at the precipice of Spawnpoint Hill, in awe of the cubic world around him. By all accounts, very little had changed since then. The trees still stood tall, dark and ominous. The hill was still dotted with patches of overgrown grass, and the occasional patch of red and yellow flowers. The squared-off brook still trickled lazily down the hill, passing by the opening to a bottomless ravine.
However, the server was now drastically different from when Stan had first entered it. On this day, the sky was a dull grey, and the air was charged with the onset of a storm. A roll of thunder crashed in the distance. A light drizzle of rain began to fall as the gentle gusts of wind shook the boughs of the leaf blocks in the trees. The midday sun was unable to shine through the clouds above, and the sky cast barely enough light to see.
Then, all at once, a figure appeared on top of the hill.
A streak of lightning crackled in the distance, illuminating the figure for a split second. The figure held nothing in his pale, blocky hands. He wore navy-blue trousers and dark-brown shoes, while the upper half of his body was covered by a black cloak. The covering extended upwards over his head, obscuring his face from view.
This figure was known