Descent Into Overworld: An Unofficial Minecraft Adventure by Liam O'Donnell Page A

restored, Jaina felt renewed energy to continue. Maybe this could work out. If she just stayed far enough away from Slashax and Whiner, they might lead her to a way out of here.
    Stones crunched behind her. Jaina froze, half chewed bread still in her mouth.
    “I knew I heard something.”
    The voice came from the shadows. Jaina had heard it many times before. It was the voice of getting busted.
    Principal Whiner stepped from the darkness, a winner’s grin on his cubed face. At his side stood Slashax and his skeletons.
    “It seems you were correct, Mr. Whiner,” Slashax said.
    “You don’t spend years catching troublemakers without learning a few tricks.” Principal Whiner’s cold stare locked onto Jaina. “And I finally caught the one who started all this.”
    “Indeed.” Slashax’s gaze fell to the sword on Jaina’s belt. “And you have found me another one of the True Diamond blades. You have done well, Mr. Whiner.”
    Jaina was frozen with fear. She couldn’t move. What would be the use? There was nowhere to run. She was lost and alone.
    And now she was a prisoner.
     
     
     
     

Chapter 9
     
     
    The wall of the Seed Chamber lay open like a gaping mouth.
    “They came through there,” Bano said. “Two creepers blasted through from the other side and the skeletons poured in.”
    “Then they took the Seed Generator?”
    Ranwin nodded. “The guards never stood a chance.”
    Hamid peered into the hole in the wall of the underground chamber. Thick black stone ran in a solid line around the hole.
    “Obsidian?” he said.
    Bano shrugged. “The entire room is lined with it. To prevent exactly this sort of attack. Not that it did much good.”
    “How could creepers blast through obsidian?”
    “That is a good question, Hamid,” Ranwin said. “Slashax has clearly given his soldiers powers beyond that of normal monsters.”
    Ant examined the low pedestal crafted from glowstone. “This is where the Seed Generator was kept?”
    “Yes,” Bano said. “Since this world first spawned, the generator stood here creating a constant stream of new seeds. Each new seed would travel to the player who spawned a new world.”
    “Our scouts are searching the surface for any signs of Slashax, but they will find nothing.” Ranwin lumbered to the large hole. He peered into the darkness beyond. The aging villager’s voice grew quiet. “Another group went down this hole a few days ago. We have had no word from them. That foul skeleton is down there. And that is where you must go.”
    The only place Hamid wanted to go was home. He just wanted to wake from this dream, or whatever it was, and forget this whole mess. But that wasn’t going to happen.
    Bano had chosen them to help. They hadn’t been the villagers’ first choice, but now Hamid and Ant were their only chance at getting the Seed Generator back. If Herobrine got the generator, he would use it to infect the seed of every Minecraft server in the world, allowing him to cross into the real world and bring an army of monsters with him. The only way to stop that was to get back the generator. And that meant descending into the depths of this world.
    Ant slung his backpack over his shoulders and stepped up to the hole. His full suit of diamond armor gleamed brilliantly, even in the dim light of the Seed Chamber.
    “What are we waiting for?” he said. “Let’s find this Slashax and get that generator back.”
    “At your side.” Bano adjusted the straps on his own backpack.
    Hamid peered into the hole. The knot in his stomach tightened. The armor and the backpacks filled with food and supplies would definitely help. Ranwin had spared no stone in getting them ready for their dungeon delve. They had food, tools and the best protection the Village of Keepers could provide. Yet still a bubbling sense of doom chewed at Hamid’s gut.
    He wished he could sound as brave as Ant or as confident as Bano. But he couldn’t. Ant might have visions of vanquishing Slashax