The ground rumbled. The bells rang. Everyone knew exactly what it was. An ambush raid in the middle of a dark and silent night. The sound of the fighting of the iron golems pierced through the air as cries for help arose. Milo, a baby villager, packed all of his toys, favorite foods, and his family’s chicken, Bukbuk. As he ran, he tripped over leaves and twigs as the fire roaring through the village spread everywhere, from the garden to the well. The iron golems were struggling to keep the village clear of illagers, and little Milo and Bukbuk were nearly at the village border. All of a sudden, an armored vindicator showed up right in front of Milo. When the vindicator’s axe was right above his head, an arrow, as graceful as a phantom swooping down to attack, shot right through his head. But the arrow didn’t stop there. It shot through many other illagers, stopping at five. Milo slowly looked to his left, from where the arrow had come from. From the bright orange flames flooding through the village, all he could see was a silhouette. It was as if it was coming closer and closer, until it grabbed Milo and Bukbuk and his stuff. The figure ran so fast, Milo could barely contain the urge to scream. When the figure slowed down, Milo saw… “Mom! Dad!” But before he could say thank you, the figure had run off.
Thanks to Minecraft Dungeons itself, and my friends for playing it with me. THIS IS A FAN FICTION
