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  The Accidental Minecraft Family

  MegaBlock 2 Edition

  Books 5-8

  By: Pixel Ate

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  The Accidental Minecraft Family

  Book 5

  Chapter 1

  “We’re all gonna die!” Elijah ran in circles, flailing his arms.

  “What do you mean?” Dad asked Ethan. “What is a bad omen?”

  Ethan hung his head. “When you defeat a pillager captain- one of those guys with flags- they curse you with a bad omen. That curse calls in a raid when you come back into a village. They will be here within hours now. It was nice meeting you respawners, but Elijah is right. We’re gonna die.”

  “Don’t say that!” Mom put her hands on her hips. “That's a terrible way to think. You need to stay positive. Remember, you have us here, and we will help.”

  Elijah continued to run around in crazy circles, flinging his hands in the air. Charlotte started running in circles with him. Marigold rolled her eyes.

  Ethan looked at Mom and shrugged. “Sure, you’re here to help us, but one of you respawned just fighting a patrol. A raid is much bigger!”

  Dad put his hand on Ethan’s shoulder. “Ethan, we are here, and we will keep you safe.”

  Ethan hung his head again. “I know, I’m just scared. The raids are always so... terrifying.”

  Dad nodded. “Do you know what courage means?”

  Ethan shook his head, looking up at him.

  “Courage,” Dad continued, “doesn’t mean you aren't scared. It means that even though you are scared, you still do what is right. You push through the fear for something greater than yourself.”

  Ethan’s face scrunched up in thought for a few silent moments. “Are you scared, Mr. Smith?”

  Dad nodded. “I am. Yes, we can respawn, but it still hurts. But more than anything, I am scared for my wife and my kids. I never want them to be hurt, and I’m scared that I will fail to protect them.”

  “But you don’t LOOK scared!”

  Dad crossed his arms. “I may not look it, but I feel it. The thing is, I can be scared of all those things, but if I let the fear win, if I let it take over and control me, it would keep me from doing my best to protect my family, myself, and even you and this village. I won’t let that happen.”

  By this time Elijah and Charlotte had stopped running around like crazy people to listen to Dad's words. Ethan looked at Dad, then the rest of the family, and stood up straight and tall. “You know what? You’re right. I may be scared, but I’m not going to let it control me, either. I want to be able to protect my family and my village. I won't let fear win anymore!”

  Elijah listened to his brothers and stood up straighter as well. “Me either! We are a team, a family, like the Smiths, and we are going to stick together!” He pumped his fist in the air and Marigold did the same, then Charlotte, then Ethan.

  “YEAH!” they shouted together.

  Chapter 2

  “That’s wonderful,” Mom said, her happy smile reaching all the way to her eyes. “Now, what can we do to help?”

  “I know,” Jack said, “we can build a wall!”

  “I don't know if we have enough time for that, even with your respawner super-builder powers,” Elijah said with a frown.

  “We will at least get started,” Dad said. “It will help protect you in the future, too. Mom, do you and Kate want to get going on that?”

  Kate raised her hand in the air. “Actually, I think I want to do something different.” She grimaced.

  Dad frowned. “Why do you always have to argue about the tasks I give to you?”

  “I just have another idea I think would be helpful.”

  He shook his head. “Okay, Kate. What are you thinking?”

  “I have a bunch of bones. I want to find some wolves and tame them. Once you tame a wolf, they will fight with you.”

  “Oh, good thinking, Kate!” Jack high-fived his sister.

  “I wish we had our iron golem,” Charlotte said. “It would help fight too, and they are STRONG!”

  “Where is your golem?” Mom asked.

  “The raiders stole it the very first time they came here,” Ethan said. “There were too many of them, and us villagers were all so scared.”

  “Where did they take it?” Dad asked.

  “Probably to their outpost,” Elijah said.

  “What’s an outpost?” Kate asked.

  “Only one of the most frightening things ever!” Elijah said. “They are huge and filled to the brim with pillagers!”

  “So you’ve seen one?”

  Elijah cleared his throat, “Uhm... uh... no, actually. But the wandering traders have and that’s how they always described them.”

  “Is this outpost close by?” Dad asked.

  Ethan nodded. “Yeah, it’s to the east of us. It's where the pillagers come from when they raid us.”

  “And your golem is there?”

  Ethan nodded again.

  “Well then, I know what I’ll be doing. I’m going to get that golem back.” Dad rubbed his hands together in front of him.

  “You can't do that! You’ll be killed! Oh... wait...”

  Dad grinned. “Yep, I’ll respawn. I may not be able to get the golem, but it's worth a try, and then I can get an idea of what we are up against.”

  “What should I do?” Jack asked.

  “Well, you can help build the wall with Mom, or you could make weapons and armor for the villagers. There are plenty of things you can do.”

  Jack nodded. “OH! And I can make arrows for Kate's crossbow, and maybe bows for all of us!”

  “There you go, son. That’s a great idea.”

  “I don't think we can use a bow,” Ethan said.

  “What? Why not?” Jack’s eyebrows shoved together in confusion.

  Ethan thought about it for a moment. “I don’t really know. I just don’t think it’s something villagers can do.”

  “Well, that is going to change,” Jack said. “If you guys want to stop being treated like normal villagers, then you are going to have to do more than normal villagers from now on.”

  “I guess... we could try?” Elijah said.

  “Darn tootin!” Jack shouted.

  Chapter 3

  They separated, each of them going off to do what they hoped would help the most. Kate went out of town to find wolves, while Jack started looking through the recipes in the crafting table to find out what he needed to make ranged weapons. Mom began building a dirt wall around the entire town.

  With a deep breath, Dad took off running to the east towards where the Double-E’s had said there was an outpost. He kept running, through grassy plains, and soon the village was out of sight, but up ahead of him, towering higher than any building he had seen in the game yet, was a tall, br
own building. He was thankful there was plenty of grass for him to hide in. He slowed down and brainstormed the best way to approach what he guessed must be the outpost.

  It was a tall structure, like the Double-E’s had said, but not quite reaching into the sky. The base was made of cobblestone with the top made of dark wood. The boys had been right about one thing: there were a TON of pillagers around.

  He crept along, trying not to be seen, carefully watching and listening the whole time. He was annoyed there were no trees or other places to hide the closer he got to the building. He decided he would have to go all the way around from a distance, so he wouldn’t be caught.

  It was a slow process, staying far away and walking all around the outpost. It paid off because he got to see everything around it and got an idea of just how many pillagers there were. He saw several tents around the outpost, as well as two wooden cages, one of which held the iron golem the Double-E’s had been talking about.

  It was a shame that the cage with the golem was the one closest to the outpost. Dad didn’t know what to do. Then something happened that both scared him and gave him hope.

  A horn sounded loudly in the air, and nearly twenty pillagers grouped together in front of the outpost. There were the normal pillagers with crossbows, but there were also extra fierce looking ones carrying axes! The worst part, by far, was the giant four-legged beast they had with them.

  The monster almost looked like a rhinoceros, but had horns on the sides of its head instead of one on its snout. It snorted and snuffed and pounded its gigantic feet into the ground, leaving huge dents.

  The pillagers formed into groups, blasted the horn again, and started walking in the direction of the village.

  “No!” Dad mouthed a silent scream, panic filling his chest.

  There was no doubt in his mind: they must be the raid group! Time was quickly running out.

  He watched silently as they marched away. When the last group had left, he knew it was his chance. The raid group had taken around half of the pillagers from the outpost and he would not get a better time to try to free the golem.

  Dad ran toward the cage, hiding as best as he could around blocks of dirt, random plants, or anything else he could find. He finally made it all the way to the cage with the golem, unseen.

  He smiled. There it was, in all its glory. The iron golem was big and bulky, made of iron that looked rough and stony, and covered in vines. It was not moving and looked far more like a statue than anything alive. He hoped it was a golem and not actually a statue. But since it was the only thing in a cage, he figured it had to be what he was looking for.

  Dad pulled at the lock, but it held tightly shut and he didn’t have a key or anything. He glanced around for a small stick or something he could shove into the lock to pry it open. After a couple minutes of no luck, he facepalmed. “Of course!” He grumbled at himself as he pulled out a wooden axe from his inventory and simply chopped down the door. It didn’t make quite a big enough opening for the giant golem, so he had to chop more and more of the cage.

  He had just about finished when a voice came from behind him. “Well, well, well. Now what do we have here?” The voice was deep and gravelly and made a shiver go up Dad’s spine. He spun around to see one of those pillagers with an axe standing behind him. He had two of the normal pillagers with crossbows with him as well. “A brave one you are! Coming here to try to free this golem. Too bad you got caught! Round him up boys!”

  The pillager waved his axe and the two other pillagers with crossbows moved forward and grabbed at Dad. Dad held up his wooden axe fiercely. “Stay back! I’m warning you!” he shouted, making his voice as deep and booming as he could.

  The pillagers stopped moving but pointed their crossbows at him. “It’s okay, boys,” the axe-pillager said with an evil smile. “We don't need him alive. Let’s see what kind of loot he has!”

  The pillagers fired, and Dad dodged quickly, one arrow hitting the golem behind him and making it flash red. As Dad spun in the air, the other arrow landed squarely in his butt. “Not again!” Dad moaned as his hearts plummeted. He looked for anywhere to go, anything to hide behind, but he was trapped. The golem, on the other hand, had just figured out it was free, and it was ANGRY.

  The iron golem launched itself out of its cage, exploding splinters of wood around them, and swinging massive, powerful arms at the pillager that had shot it. The pillager screamed and ran, the golem hitting him from behind.

  “You’re going to regret that,” the axe-pillager said, his voice sounded like Santa with a sore throat. “It’s going to take forever to recapture that thing again, and now...” The pillager’s eyebrows narrowed, and he dropped his voice lower that what seemed natural. “... You’re going to pay.”

  The axe-pillager charged in at Dad with his sharp weapon held high above his head. Dad felt good that he had at least done some damage to the pillager outpost and released the iron golem. He held his axe up in front of him to defend himself, but the axe-pillager was powerful and sent him for respawn.

  Chapter 4

  “Come on, Bruce!” Jack yelled at the cat as soon as Dad left to check out the outpost. “Let’s go make some stuff!”

  “Meow,” Bruce said, and sauntered over to Jack, whose arms were open to carry him. Bruce jumped on top of his head instead. Jack rolled his eyes but left the cat there anyway and walked over to the chicken pen.

  “Okay, kitty,” Jack said to the cat on his head, “here's what we’re going to do. I’ll let a chicken out, and you poof it quick. I'll try to only let one out at a time so we don't cause a mess like last time.” He remembered how he had left the gate open on the last chicken pen Kate had made and came back to see everyone in his family chasing chickens around everywhere. While it was hilarious, he thought now would be a pretty bad time for a chicken roundup.

  “Meow,” Bruce said and leaned down in front of Jack’s face, cocking his head. Jack shrugged and hoped the cat understood what he wanted to do. He grabbed Bruce from his head and gently set him on the ground.

  Very slowly and carefully he opened the gate and stood there waiting. A single chicken came out and Jack slammed the gate shut behind it. The chicken freaked out, flapping and squawking all around, jumping in the air right in front of Jack, its feathers smacking him in the face.

  Bruce got super excited and leapt at the chicken, but missed, landing right on Jack’s face instead. “Meoooooow!” the cat hollered as he bounced off and went after the chicken.

  “Ow, Bruce!” Jack tumbled backward toward the fence and bonked into it, bouncing him forward. He tripped over the flapping chicken and landed face first in the dirt. Bruce jumped again, landing on Jack's back, and leapt off into a midair flip, landing right on the chicken.

  “Meow!” he said proudly as he poofed the chicken into a floating feather and raw chicken. Bruce pranced over to the raw chicken and gobbled it up so fast that Jack didn’t even see it before he got up.

  “Okay, that was not quite how I had imagined that going.” Jack dusted himself off. Bruce just looked at him and licked his paw clean. Jack picked up the feather, the thing he wanted from this little event, and looked at Bruce. “Okay, aim better this time alright? The last thing I need is you taking all my hearts.”

  Jack went to the gate again and Bruce seemed to have a better understanding of what was happening. He lined himself up perfectly with the entrance and wiggled his butt in the air, ready to pounce. Jack opened it, but no chicken came out. After a few moments of waiting, still nothing.

  “Meow?”

  “Hang on, kitty. I’ll go get one.”

  He walked a little way into the pen. “Come on, chicky, chicky, chicky,” he said, but the chickens all ignored him.

  He sighed and went a little further into the pen. As soon as Bruce couldn’t see him anymore, he assumed he should probably follow Jack in and help. Of course, THIS got the chickens' attention, and they went absolutely bonkers.

  It took Jack a minute to rea
lize why the chickens all of a sudden thought they were dead meat. Because they were. “Aaaah! Bruce, get out!” Jack yelled and slammed the gate closed so no chickens could escape.

  Bruce was a good kitty, but even good kitties only have so much self-discipline. After all, he was a cat. Those flapping, feathery snacks were just too much to resist, and he was in full-fledged hunter mode, his ears cocked back and his whiskers shaking. His tail stuck straight in the air, twitching back and forth.

  The chickens were flying all over and Jack couldn’t see anything through the wings and feathers. He could hear Bruce though, as he meowed all over the place, pouncing on the birds. Jack didn’t know if he should try to get out of the pen or not. He was useless in there, but Kate would be really mad if he let the chickens out and they ran all over the village.

  He stuck it out and hoped that Bruce would have his fill soon. It took longer than he thought. Bruce finally finished his crazy hunter mode on the very last chicken. He gobbled up the raw chicken it dropped after it poofed, then he burped, paced in a circle, laid down and immediately fell asleep. His belly was extremely round and looked bloated and uncomfortable as Bruce rested on his side. He had eaten so many chickens, Jack wondered how he had even fit them all in there. It looked like if he poked at it, his belly would explode!

  Jack walked around the pen picking up all the eggs and feathers. It didn’t go as planned, but he definitely had enough feathers for making arrows now. He picked up Bruce, careful not to squish any farts from his swollen belly, and left the pen.

  In what Jack considered a genius idea, he pulled out all the eggs he’d collected and threw them into the pen, popping a bunch of chickens. Not nearly as many as Bruce had eaten, but still better than nothing. Hopefully enough to keep Kate off his back.

  “Let’s not tell Kate about this, Bruce,” Jack said, petting his sleeping cat as he walked to the house he had claimed as his workshop.