Battle of Morse Summit
The round starts. I feel the effects of speed and jump boost begin to flow through my veins. Although this place is new, it seems oddly familiar, like I have seen it somewhere before. Once everybody spawns, they all rush for the glistening chest right next to the spawn point. I start sprinting towards the bridge. I gain a fair lead on everyone, until the first gap comes. I charge it head-on and take a leap of faith, but my jump boost
and my speed disappear midair, and I plummet towards the ground. I hear a dull thud, overwhelming, unbearable pain, and then everything goes black.
I slowly open my eyes. I am broken and bleeding, but miraculously still alive. I make my way over to a large tree and collapse under its shade. Then I see a sparkle out of the corner of my eye. A chest! My strength returns as I rush over to the chest and eagerly dig out all of its contents. Apples, bread, and - a stone sword! I shove the food into my inventory and put the sword in my hands. Then, I run across the land, searching for more food and better weapons. I do find more apples and bread - but no weapons. No armor, either. I start to grow nervous. I have checked every chest on the ground. The only way to find more is to scale the mountain. But right when I begin to do so, there is a loud crack of thunder. I know what this means - once again, he has found us, even in this remote place in Minecraftia. The Dark Hunter is here.
I am instantly hit with a feeling of dread. I am out in the open, with no protection but a stone sword. The only shelter down here is the trees. I could go up the mountain, but I somehow know that he is up there. And then my theory is proven correct - a bolt of lightning strikes the mountain, indicating that another survivor was killed. Then another... and another.
There are now 4 Hunters. I sprint for a tree, and settle on a decent-sized one. I am out here, all alone, with only a stone sword and food. I sit down behind the trunk and eat my meal.
It is now night time. I see lights on in a tower on top of the mountain, and I can hear the war cries and clanging swords coming from it.
That must be the resistance, I think. The resistance is the group of survivors that don't hide, but fight. Everybody looks up to the resistance, and they always take in new members. For a few seconds, I think about braving the climb and joining them, but then decide against it. The mountainside is probably swarming with hunters. Then, suddenly, I am hit with a bucket of fear. I peer around the side of the tree, and my heart stops when I see a man standing there with a jack-o-lantern instead of a head. A Hunter.
We fight. Our swords twist and turn, thrusting, slicing, flickering like tongues. We each make hits, but it is obvious that I am losing. The Hunter is stronger and does not get killed easily. We continue to fight until the Hunter's strength starts to become overwhelming. My slices become slower and slower until I am completely exhausted. The hunter charges at me for the last time, sword out - and then an arrow appears in his chest, and he falls to the ground. I look around to see who shot the arrow, expecting a Hunter that was aiming for me, but instead, I see Spore, with a bow, armor, and iron sword. We look at each other and nod our heads. We are now a team.
Days pass. We share our food, weapons and armor. When the occasional Hunter finds us, we wipe the Hunter out with ease, then share what we got from him. Soon we are decorated with all sorts of weapons and items. We are decked out in chainmail armor. We feel safer and safer as we continue to wipe out Hunters. Right now, we see a jack-o-lantern poking up from the horizon. We laugh and get in fighting stance, but then we see another next to it. And another. And another. More and more appear over the hill and suddenly there is a swarm of Hunters around us. Spore and I fight back to back, taking out Hunter after Hunter. But every time we kill a Hunter, another one behind them takes it's place.
The sheer numbers of the Hunters that surround us is overwhelming. We take out as much as we can, but our health continues to drop at a steady pace. It feels like I have more cuts than skin left on my body. The swarm of Hunters begin to shrink, but they still attack. The Hunter swarm becomes smaller.... and smaller.... and smaller....... until no Hunter is left. Or so it seems.
I look over at Spore and suddenly a sword protrudes from his chest. He screams in pain as the Dark Hunter twists the sword and widens the gash. He looks at me and mouths the word
run. I know what I have to do and sprint for the tower. I take one look back and see my good friend die as the zombie-like effect of the Hunters consumes him. The Dark Hunter turns around to look for me, but by the time he does, I am out of sight.
I begin the climb. It is a very steep mountain. All my limbs are spread out, scanning for footholds and handholds. Eventually, I find one, and pull myself up another few feet. This continues for a while until I am about 30 yards from the top. When I realize this, I scream in triumph. Then I make the mistake of looking down. The Dark Hunter hot on my trail.
I then scramble up the mountain as fast as I can. Sweat starts to drip from my forehead and onto my nose. I climb as fast as I can, but the Dark Hunter continues to close the gap. Finally, my hand feels flat land, and I start to pull myself up onto the mountaintop, but the Hunter grabs my ankle. I look at him. He tugs down with all his might and I pull myself up with all of mine. I am slowly inching down. Now only my hands feel the surface. Now I am hanging by my fingertips. They are slipping.... and then an arrow whizzes right next to my head and I yelp. I look down and it hits the Dark Hunter right in the center of his forehead. He screams in pain, lets go and plummets to the ground. Right when he hits the ground, he disappears in a cloud of black smoke.
I shake myself out of my shock and pull myself up. There are survivors everywhere in the Resistance Tower. On the floor, on the walls, and even in little posts hanging from the ceiling. Although I know none of these fellow survivors, I feel at home here.
A man comes up to me and extends his hand. I grasp it and we shake. "I'm Ronma," he says. "Glad you made it, S_swimmer. Welcome to the Resistance. We heard about your fighting skill."
He leads me into a room with maps and diagrams. He sits down and tells me to do the same. "So," he says. "I heard that you know a lot about the Dark Hunter. But I suppose since we killed him, it doesn't matter, right?"
"No," I say seriously. "He isn't dead. He disappeared. The Dark Hunter is barely alive, and somewhere in this world, he is hiding and regaining his strength. We kept him at bay, but he
will return someday. The only way to kill him is if you stab his heart. When he finds us, he will most likely have a new army. We need to be ready."
"Well," Ronma says. "That certainly isn't good news. But you have given us insight as to what we can expect and what we need to do when he returns. Until then, rest up. The medics will heal your wounds. And S_swimmer?"
"Yes?"
Ronma leans in. "I'll expect you at the final battle." He gets up and walks away.
The End...?
How did you guys like my example story? Obviously, that was not exactly how it went, but as an author-to-be, I have a creative license. :3 PM me what you thought of it, and write your own stories! :D
*Note: This story was written using an RPG storyline I made up explaining the Dark Hunter and happenings of AoD. If you have any questions or are interested and want more, please PM me. Thanks :)
~ Adventure: I wanted to "explore" the void ~ Heroism: Um. Hiding in a tree like a baws? 
)! Enough said. I officially suck at AoD not that I was ever really good at it! xD
