Book Three: Part 1 The Dusk of Hope

Book Three: Part 1 The Dusk of Hope
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Part 1 of the stunning conclusion to the Elementia Chronicles: an unofficial MINECRAFT-fan adventure series, inspired by the bestselling game.The Republic of Elementia is in ruins after the Noctem Alliance waged war on Element City. President Stan and his council are scattered across the aerver, trying to find their way back to one another to continue their fight for freedom. And a mysterious figures has joined their world – one with the power to save or destroy them all. Can Stan reunite with Kate, Charlie and their friends and make a last stand for the world they love in an epic battle of good vs. evil?Disclaimer: This book is not authorized, sponsored, endorsed or licensed by Mojang AB, Microsoft Corp. or any other person or entity owning or controlling any rights to the Minecraft name, trademarks or copyrights. Minecraft is a registered trademark of Mojang Synergies AB.


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First published in the USA by HarperCollins Publishers Inc in 2016 as part of The Elementia Chronicles: Book Three: Herobrine’s Message

First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children’s Books 2016

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Copyright © 2016 Sean Fay Wolfe

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Source ISBN: 9780008152802

Ebook Edition © 2015 ISBN: 9780008152819

Version: 2016-01-11

To South Kingstown High School Drama Club, Class of 2014-15 for helping me get through school with my sanity intact.

A faint breeze blew through the Great Wood, rustling the leaves of the blocky trees that ringed a small, unassuming knoll. It had been months since Stan2012, so new to the world of Minecraft, had stood at the precipice of Spawnpoint Hill, in awe of the cubic world around him. By all accounts, very little had changed since then. The trees still stood tall, dark and ominous. The hill was still dotted with patches of overgrown grass, and the occasional patch of red and yellow flowers. The squared-off brook still trickled lazily down the hill, passing by the opening to a bottomless ravine.

However, the server was now drastically different from when Stan had first entered it. On this day, the sky was a dull grey, and the air was charged with the onset of a storm. A roll of thunder crashed in the distance. A light drizzle of rain began to fall as the gentle gusts of wind shook the boughs of the leaf blocks in the trees. The midday sun was unable to shine through the clouds above, and the sky cast barely enough light to see.

Then, all at once, a figure appeared on top of the hill.

A streak of lightning crackled in the distance, illuminating the figure for a split second. The figure held nothing in his pale, blocky hands. He wore navy-blue trousers and dark-brown shoes, while the upper half of his body was covered by a black cloak. The covering extended upwards over his head, obscuring his face from view.

This figure was known by many names. One of them was the Black Hood.

The Black Hood took a deep breath, then slowly let it out. He held out his blocky hand and opened it, allowing the rain to cascade over his outstretched palm. He relished the feeling as all his senses slowly came to life and he, once again, felt the sheer wonder of existing in the realm of Minecraft.

Oh, yes, the Black Hood thought, euphoria spreading throughout his entire body. It has been far too long since I have been in this game. I had forgotten just how it feels. It is so good to be back.

The Black Hood looked around. Spawnpoint Hill was completely deserted. The Black Hood was relieved as he hastily jogged down the hill and into the forest, taking refuge from the light rain. After all, he was not supposed to be here. If anybody found out about him, the Black Hood’s life could be compromised.

The Black Hood sighed again, this time with determination. There was a reason that he had come to this server called Elementia. Though he had vowed to never again return to Minecraft after his last experience, the Black Hood knew that this particular server was in a state of horrible unbalance. A great evil had risen here, manifested in a power of untold strength. If this power should win the war now being fought, far more than the server would be destroyed. It might very well pose a danger to the game of Minecraft itself.

The Black Hood knew what he must do. Although this unspeakable evil had spread throughout Elementia, a glimmer of hope still shone. Element City, the stronghold of justice and the spirit of rebellion in the world, was still alive, however weakened it may be.

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