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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children’s Books 2015
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Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Epigraph
PROLOGUE
PART I:WELCOME TO MINECRAFT
CHAPTER 1:Welcome to Minecraft
CHAPTER 2:The First Night
CHAPTER 3:Mines and Creepers
CHAPTER 4:The Adorian Village
CHAPTER 5:The Programme
CHAPTER 6:Stan and Steve
CHAPTER 7:The Thunderstorm
CHAPTER 8:Proclamation Day
PART II:BIRTH OF THE REBELLION
CHAPTER 9:The Shot Heard Round the World
CHAPTER 10:Flight to the Jungle
CHAPTER 11:The Apothecary
CHAPTER 12:The Desert
CHAPTER 13:The Abandoned Mine Shaft
CHAPTER 14:Avery’s Story
CHAPTER 15:The Portal
CHAPTER 16:The Nether
CHAPTER 17:The Fortress and the Blaze
CHAPTER 18:A Daring Escape
CHAPTER 19:The Town of Blackstone
CHAPTER 20:The Monster Slayer
CHAPTER 21:Oob’s Helping Hand
CHAPTER 22:The Siege
CHAPTER 23:The Twelve Eyes of Ender
CHAPTER 24:Within the Stronghold
CHAPTER 25:The End
ENLIGHTENMENT
PART III:THE BATTLE FOR ELEMENTIA
CHAPTER 26:The Speech
CHAPTER 27:The Battle for Elementia
CHAPTER 28:The Ultimate Sacrifice
CHAPTER 29:The Last Casualty
CHAPTER 30:The New Order
Preview to The Elementia Chronicles Book 2:The New Order
The Quest Continues …
From the Author
Acknowledgments
About the Author
About the Publisher
The hallway of the brick castle echoed ominously with footsteps as a figure ran down the corridor. His outfit was comparable to that of a medieval English king: red shirt, trousers of elegant design and a flowing cloak with white fur around the edges. This man was a player on the Minecraft server Elementia. His tag was Charlemagne77, known informally as Charlemagne.
The hall he ran down was lined with paintings of pixel art. Torches protruded from the walls and gave light to ward off the mobs, terrifying creatures that lurked in the dark. There were arched windows that revealed an expansive metropolis, sprawling as far as the eye could see, beyond the outer protective walls of the castle. All of this was made entirely of cubes, one metre long on each side, with textures that resembled brick, wood, glass and all sorts of other materials.
In this game, Minecraft, the entire world was made of these cubic “blocks,” which stood in formations with textures that were made to resemble the trees of the forests, the water of the oceans, the green grassy hills and the stone and minerals of the underground mines. These blocks also made up the castle and the city, textured as stone and glass. Living things were composed of blocks as well, including Charlemagne and all other people, animals and monsters that inhabited the spacious world.
Charlemagne ran because he was late to the meeting of the Council of Operators (though there were no operators on the council, despite the name). This council was made up of the highest-level players on the server, and was led by King Kev, most often referred to simply as “the King”. The meeting had been called to discuss a most important matter, a matter that, unbeknown to the council, would be the downfall of the King, Charlemagne and so many others. This one decision would be the downfall of the luxurious life that the high-level citizens of Element City enjoyed.
The man finally reached the iron doors and pressed a button on the wall. Five note blocks above his head activated and played a chime that functioned as the doorbell. Moments later the doors opened, and Charlemagne stepped into the council chamber.
There was a round table in the middle of the chamber, the King’s allusion to the mighty King Arthur. Around it sat six of the eight council members. The other two seats were situated at the right and left hand of King Kev, who sat upon a throne, elevated eight blocks above the floor, presiding over the council. The right seat held Charlemagne’s fellow adviser to the King, Caesar894, while the left was reserved for Charlemagne himself. The King looked down at Charlemagne. He changed his skin , Charlemagne noted. The King had, indeed, changed his appearance. King Kev now had on a baby-blue shirt with navy trousers and black boots, and he had even added a blood-red cape. The only thing that remained unchanged was his head: a golden crown perched upon his neat blond hair. But enough of this , thought Charlemagne, I have other things to attend to.
“Forgive my tardy arrival, Your Highness,” said Charlemagne, bowing by looking at the floor and crouching simultaneously with his golden sword drawn. This sword was ceremonial only; all council members and the King had one, though it was an impractical weapon.
“Forgiven,” boomed the King, pointing his own golden sword at Charlemagne in a sign either of welcome or intent to kill. “I trust your lateness has a good reason?”
“Oh, yes, my liege.” Charlemagne grinned. “My lingering among the low-level peasants under a disguise of leather armour took longer than I had anticipated, as I took part in a conversation regarding the local attitude towards certain aspects of the last major law you enacted.” At this, several council members cringed. Like most upper-class players, they were averse to mingling with the commoners.
“The Law of One Death?” asked the King.
“That’s the one, my lord,” Charlemagne replied. “The attitude of the common folk is mixed. Some, mainly those under level ten, say that it is a good law as it gives the game a higher risk factor, while most say that it undermines the superiority of the high-level folk. To be totally frank, I agree with both arguments.”
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