Minecraft

Soon, I came upon the blaze that was under attack, and I watched as it threw its fireballs into the distance. The monster flared bright, then launched three flaming missiles in quick succession. The balls of flame streaked through the smoky air, causing it to glow orange with their passing. Suddenly, something struck back from within the cloudy shadows, hitting the blaze with enough force that it extinguished its internal flame. Clanking one last time, the blaze disappeared, and his blaze rods and glowing balls of XP falling to the forest floor. Furious, I fire my fireballs into the smoke, not even bothering to aim, spreading out my attack in hopes that I'd hit whatever was out there. As I moved forward, I could hear the footsteps of the attacker crunching through what little snow still remained in the forest.

Summoning another ball of fire, I floated toward the sound of the footsteps and launched a quick volley of three fireballs. One of the fireballs flared bright, indicating that it had hit something; hopefully, it was the enemy.

Moving through the charred forest, I closed in on the point of impact, another fireball ready to launch at a moment's notice. What I saw before me as the smoke cleared shocked me so completely that I lost my grip on the fireball. It fell to the ground, forming a pool of molten dirt and stone that quickly cooled into glass.

Lying on the ground a few blocks ahead of me was a collection of snowballs. That must have been what the enemy used against my blaze, but there was no armor, no food, no weapons or tools...just snowballs.

I thought, What kind of idiotic NPC would dare attack a blaze with no armor or weapons? Only snowballs? That warrior was either a fool or incredibly brave.

"Who would ever do that?" I said aloud.
"What was that, Your Majesty?" my commander asked from behind.

I ignored the question and just glared down at the deadly snowballs. These were a blaze's worst nightmare. The frozen snow could easily put out a blaze's internal flame...which meant the end for that fiery monster. But I could only imagine one person that would have the audacity to use snowballs on the blaze army: Silvershadow.

A scream echoed through the woods as the sound of clanking metal filled the air. Another blaze was under attack from their unknown assailant. Quickly, I gestured for some of the blazes to investigate, but before they could move, the groaning sounds of the suffering monster went quiet; another of my warriors had been inexplicably destroyed.

I thought, I'll find whoever is responsible for these attacks and take my revenge. Especially if it's Silvershadow.

"Watch each other's backs, my blazes," I said. "Let us scour the surface of the Overworld and destroy everything. We will turn the landscape into a smoldering wasteland, and the blazes of the Nether will remake the Overworld as we wish."

I gave a mechanichal wheezy laugh as my internal flame grew bright with malicious glee.

I drew my diamond sword as we approached the village. The rolling hills had hidden the structures from our view, making it difficult to see what was going on. The only things clearly visible were the thin tendrils of smoke that snaked their way high up into the darkening sky.

Hunter brought her horse up to mine, a grim look on her square face. I knew from past experience that this was her battle face. All her concentration was focused on the upcoming fight, and there was nothing that would shake her mental focus.

Butch, at the head of the formation as always, charged up the steep grassy mound, then disappeared over the top. Nothing we said could get the big NPC to slow down and stay with the group. He'd been riding fast and hard, racing to be the first one to the battle regardless of the danger or the foolishness of his decision.

Seconds later, Hunter and I crested the tall hill and looked down into the village before us. It was a normal grassland village, with a collection of wooden buildings clusted around a central well. Sunflowers dotted the landscape, their bright yellow faces pointing off to the west, following the setting sun. The tall flowers were a remanent from Herobrine's command blocks and the item number replacement I had made at the last second, saving the Overworld from massive destruction. I gave a sigh of relief as I thought back and remembered how close it had really been; they'd saved all the villages when we stopped Herobrine's revenge---but only at the last second.

A ring of bright sunflowers surrounded the tall cobblestone watchtower that stood near the center of the village. It loomed high over the fortified wall that encircled the community. There was no moat around the village, nor were there any tall archer towers visible. In fact, there were few defenses built into the village. I thought, If they were to take a direct assauly by the zombie king, this community would be in trouble.

From behind the tall cobblestone wall, thin lines of smoke curled upward into the sky and were dragged to the rest by the breeze that always flowed across the Overworld. It looked as if the smoke was coming from something near the watchtower. Sounds could be heard coming from behind the stone barricade---footsteps, many of them, were running throughout the village---but still no one came to the top of the fortifications to see who was approaching.

"Where are the sentries and warriors on the ramparts?" Hunter asked as she kicked her horse into a gallop.

“Hostages...” White sneerers, smelling the place out. They, personally were more interested in the forest smoke, but everyone had gone the other way so they reluctantly followed.

"I'm honestly struggling to keep up with what our goal is."