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Mark Cheverton
Mark Cheverton was a high school math and physics teacher for fifteen years. He then moved into industry, working for another decade and a half as a research physicist for General Electric. During that time, he penned his first Minecraft-inspired series of books which ended up on the New York Times, USA Today, and Publisher’s Weekly bestsellers list. Today, he’s written 27 novels with over 2 million copies in print worldwide. When not writing, Mark talks with school kids about creative writing while still doing research at GE.
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Into the Spiders' Lair - Mark Cheverton
It was a strange sight: so many villagers living their lives in a huge savannah community without a single weapon in sight. At times, Watcher almost felt naked without his bow or enchanted sword, Needle. They were tucked away in his inventory, kept hidden away out of respect for the nonviolent beliefs of the NPCs (non-playable characters).
Watcher gazed out at the village and surrounding terrain from atop the cobblestone watchtower. The view was fantastic. He could see over the tall barricade that ringed the community and out into the savannah desert surrounding the village. Pale grass grew across the undulating plains, the delicate blades swaying back and forth under the caress of the constant east-to-west breeze. Acacia trees dotted the landscape. Their dark trunks were twisted and bent in unique ways, as if a child had been sculpting them out of clay, distorting them into different and imaginative forms. Watcher loved the shapes; it was like they were frozen mid-dance, a snapshot of their joyous celebration now captured for all to see.
He had come to the tower to see the sunrise; it was his favorite time of the day. But now, the blushing red sky had already faded to a deep blue, the rectangular clouds fleeing the rising sun. The Far Lands seemed peaceful and content. Being millions of blocks from the center of the Overworld, this land was isolated from the turmoil of Minecraft and its constant struggle between users and monsters. In the Far Lands, there were no users and never had been, just villagers and creatures, and at the moment, all seemed in balance.
Animals moved about through the savannah, as well as the occasional zombie or skeleton. None of the monsters approached the village; the imposing wall made it clear any attacks would be futile. That was a good impression to give; if the mob had attacked and gotten inside the walls, the inhabitants would have done nothing. The NPCs in this community were pacifists and refused to partake in any violence. They’d let the zombies scratch and pound at the stone and brick walls that surrounded their village before they raised a weapon to stop them.
Watcher, his friends, neighbors, and companions had only been in this village for a couple of months. They’d come here after destroying the skeleton warlord and his horde of monsters in the Hall of Pillars. During that conflict, the skeletons had demolished Watcher’s village, burning it to the ground and leaving them all homeless, but fortunately, these villagers had taken Watcher and his friends and neighbors in with open arms; it was a kind gesture they all appreciated and respected.
With the clucks of chickens and moos of cows greeting the new day, the villagers were slowly beginning to awaken. Glancing at the landscape one more time, Watcher turned and mounted the ladder that descended to the ground floor. Once at the bottom, he left the cobblestone structure and walked to the village well, the center of the community. He leaned on the edge of the cobblestone wall ringing the water source and stared out at the buildings that made up the village. The blacksmith was stoking one of the furnaces, likely smelting iron ore into ingots. Yeasty aromas drifted from the bakery as freshly baked loaves of bread were placed on windowsills to cool. Farmers and planters were heading for the fields, ready to tend their crops as others brought hay and seed to animals in pens; the village was slowly coming back to life after a long night’s sleep.
Hi, Watcher.
The voice startled him.
Glancing over his shoulder, he found Planter leaning on an adjacent side of the well, a warm smile lighting up her beautiful face.
Don’t you just love it here? The massive wall they built around their community keeps all the creatures out, making it so they don’t have to fight them off.
Planter walked around the well and stood in front of him. It makes this place seem so peaceful.
The morning light from the square sun shone down on the courtyard, making Planter’s long blond hair appear to almost glow; the sight took Watcher’s breath away. She said something to him, but he didn’t hear; his mind was enraptured by the image before him.
He thought about their history together. Growing up in the same village, Watcher and Planter had played together since they learned to walk, but now, she no longer seemed like the childhood friend from the past . . . she was more. At the end of their last adventure, Watcher had wanted to tell her how he felt: that he liked her, not just as a friend, but more. Unfortunately, that opportunity had slipped away, along with his courage. Now, it no longer felt like the right time anymore, and he was afraid to say something to her.
I want to tell her how I feel, but what if she doesn’t feel the same? he thought. I might end up looking like a fool, and at the same time destroy the friendship I treasure so much.
When it came to Planter, uncertainty and fear ruled his mind. He kinda missed the old days when they were just friends, but he knew things were different now. . . . He wanted more.
She said something, but Watcher was lost in his thoughts.
Ahh . . . what?
he said.
Were you even paying attention?
Planter shook her rectangular finger playfully at him, then smiled. You were daydreaming again, weren’t you?
Yeah . . . sure, that’s it.
Well, pay attention.
She sat beside him. I was saying . . . I think I like the non-violent attitude of these villagers. They refuse to fight with the monsters and they reject all weapons. No swords means peace.
That’s fine, if the monsters agree with you,
Watcher said. As soon as they step outside these walls, their non-violent attitude might get them killed.
Oh Watcher . . . you always see the dark side of things.
That’s not true, I just—
Someone . . . help!
a voice suddenly shouted, interrupting them.
Watcher immediately took off towards the sound, Planter just a few steps behind him. As he ran, he pulled on pieces of his enchanted iron armor. The iridescent glow from the metallic plates painted the ground with a subtle purple light. At the same time, Planter donned her enchanted chainmail, the links jingling together like delicate wind chimes. Reaching into his inventory, Watcher found the handle to his magical sword, Needle, but refrained from drawing the weapon, remembering the villagers in this community didn’t even like seeing swords or bows.
He dashed around the corner of a large house, heading for what sounded like someone crying. Before him was the entrance to the village mine. A woman sat on the steps weeping, her tan smock with a wide brown stripe down the center stained with dust and dirt.
She’s down there . . . someone must help her!
The woman saw Watcher approaching and stood. Please, you have to help me.
Of course we’ll help,
Watcher said reassuringly. Tell us who you are and what’s wrong.
It’s my daughter, Fencer . . . she’s down there and she’s hurt.
The woman stood and faced Watcher. Her long black hair, braided into a ponytail, lay dangling across her shoulder. Brightly colored pieces of cloth were tied to it, though the decorations were now stained with dirt. She fell into a cave and she’s hurt. I think there are monsters down there.
Don’t worry, we’ll take care of her.
Planter reached out and wrapped her arms around the woman. She burst into tears, weeping into Planter’s shoulder. Show us where your daughter fell.
The woman released the hug and wiped at her cheeks, then faced Watcher. Saddler.
What?
Watcher asked, confused.
My name is Saddler and that’s my daughter, Fencer, down there in the cave.
She turned and ran down the steps. Come . . . she’s this way.
The woman ran with surprising agility down the steps leading into the mines, with Watcher and Planter following close behind.
What’s going on?
a voice asked from behind them.
Watcher glanced over his shoulder and found Blaster following them, his black leather armor blending in with the shadows in the passage.
Blaster, I’m glad you’re here,
Watcher said. Someone needs help.
Then let’s get moving faster,
Blaster replied.
She’s down here,
Saddler said, her voice echoing off the walls. The mother was beginning to sound frantic.
They reached the bottom of the stairway, then turned to the left and followed the main tunnel. Multiple passages split off to the left and right, each showing huge sections of dirt and stone having been dug up where the miners were looking for coal, iron, diamond, redstone . . .
This is like a maze down here.
Planter’s voice bounced off the stone walls of the passage and came back to Watcher from all sides; it made him smile.
Notice the torches?
Watcher pointed to the torches on the walls. They’re all on the right side of each passage. That tells you whether you’re heading deeper into the mine or back toward the entrance. Torches on the right, you’re going in deeper. Torches on the left, you’re heading out.
Planter nodded in understanding.
Here it is.
Saddler stopped at an intersection of two passages. A redstone torch was planted on the ground, the crimson glow pushing back on the darkness. I put this torch here so it would be easy to find.
Saddler, what happened to your daughter?
Planter asked.
She was down here, taking her turn in the mines like everyone else in the village, when she fell into a cavern.
What happened? How did she fall in? Did she . . .
She’s right over here.
Saddler ran through a narrow passage, then stopped at another redstone torch. I don’t know what happened. Maybe she was digging straight down?
Next to the torch, a hole opened to a large cavern under the tunnel. Lava bubbled somewhere nearby, filling the air with ash, but also lighting the chamber with an orange glow.
Watcher knelt and stuck his head into the hole. Far below, he saw the girl laying on her side, motionless. Suddenly, the clattering of bones filled the air.
There are skeletons down there, and who knows what else.
Watcher stood up. We need to get to her . . . fast.
Blaster pulled out an iron pickaxe. Step back.
The boy dug into the wall of the tunnel, creating a larger hole. Then, he carved into the stone, forming steps as he descended along the edge of the chamber.
Watcher pulled out his enchanted bow and notched an arrow to the string. Saddler saw the weapon and scowled in disapproval, moving in front of the boy.
No weapons . . . no violence,
she said.
There are monsters down there. If we don’t stop them before they find your daughter, it’ll be over for her.
Watcher stared into the woman’s square face. If you want us to save your daughter, this is how it’s done.
The woman looked at the pointed tip of the arrow, then back to Watcher, finally nodding reluctantly as she stepped out of the way.
Watcher followed Blaster down the newly hewn steps, Planter drawing her enchanted golden axe and was a step behind. The iridescent glow from the magical enchantments in the axe and the bow lit the stairs with a shimmering light, helping Blaster to see.
The moans of a zombie added to the clattering of skeleton bones.
We need to hurry,
Watcher said.
Blaster dug as fast as he could. When they were almost to the floor, Watcher jumped off the stairs, landing hard on the stone. Pain burst through his body as he flashed red, taking damage, but he didn’t care; he had to get to Fencer before the monsters did.
Sprinting through the darkness, Watcher ran toward the girl. She lay on the ground ahead, bathed in the orange light from a nearby pool of lava. The sounds of monsters were getting louder. A zombie moaned off to the right. Watcher stopped and listened. The decaying creature growled again. Drawing back an arrow, he released the barbed shaft toward the grumbling voice. The fire-arrow burst into flame and struck the zombie, lighting it on fire. The flickering glow illuminated another monster nearby. Watcher launched another burning arrow, this one at the creature’s neighbor. As the flames licked their green, decaying bodies, Watcher put away the fire arrows and used just normal ones. He fired again and again, striking the zombies until they disappeared, pained and sad moans on the creatures’ lips.
Hey . . . save some for us,
Blaster shouted.
By now, his two friends had caught up to him. They sprinted toward the prone figure, the three friends in lockstep. Suddenly, the clattering of bones filled the darkness to the left.
I’ll take care of them.
Blaster drew two long, curved knives from his inventory, then disappeared, his black armor making him practically invisible in the shadows.
Watcher ran toward Fencer. She was lying on the ground, unconscious. It seemed that she was fading in and out, as if about to disappear; her HP (Health Points) was dangerously low. Watcher offered her an apple, but the girl seemed barely aware of what was going on.
Fencer, are you okay?
Watcher asked.
She moaned, but didn’t respond.
We have to get her out of here.
He glanced at Planter, who had a worried expression on her face. Even when scared, she was beautiful, he thought. I’m going to . . .
An angry growl echoed throughout the chamber.
Look out!
Planter charged past him, her enchanted axe streaking through the air.
She slashed at an attacking zombie, blocking the monster’s razor-sharp claws with the handle of her weapon, then kicked the creature hard in the stomach. With a grunt, the zombie took a step back, but Planter did not relent. She charged, her axe smashing into the fiend with merciless accuracy.
Two more monsters charged out of the darkness. Watcher stood with his blade drawn right next to Planter. The two friends fought in a synchronized rhythm as if they were performing a choreographed dance. It was almost as if they knew each other’s thoughts: When Planter attacked, Watcher blocked. When Watcher thrust Needle at a monster, Planter was there with her golden axe to guard his back. The attacking creatures were destroyed in minutes, leaving the cavern deserted.
The sound of bones clattering to the ground came from the shadows off to the right. Blaster emerged from the darkness with a smile on his face, his curved knives reflecting the orange light from the lava pool. I solved our problem with the skeletons.
He smiled, nonchalant.
Watcher shook his head, amazed.
We need to get Fencer up to the village,
Planter said.
Watcher put away his sword, bent over and picked the girl up in his arms, then ran for the stairs they used to get into the cavern, the glow from his enchanted iron armor still giving him enough light to see.
Fencer moaned and opened her eyes for a moment, a confused look on her face.
Don’t worry, Fencer, we’re taking you out of here,
Watcher said. We’ll get you to the village healer, and then you’ll be okay.
She moaned again, then drifted back into unconsciousness.
Watcher could tell Fencer was badly injured, her health almost gone.
I hope we weren’t too late to help you, Fencer,
he whispered to the girl, then sprinted up the stairs and back to the village.
Shakaar, the spider warlord, paced back and forth in the Gathering Chamber. The claws at the end of each leg clicked a syncopated rhythm on the stone floor as she strode from one end of the cavern to the other.
He sssaid he would be here.
Shakaar glanced around the chamber, her eight red eyes burning with anger.
Lava spilled down one wall, casting an orange glow on the surroundings. Other pools of lava sat on the ground, adding more light to the Gathering Chamber. Smoke and ash drifted through the air, creating a gray haze that might have choked a villager, but was a welcome aroma to a spider. Shakaar stared at the entrance, wishing her anger gave the spider some kind of magical power to somehow force the wither to appear. She clicked her sharp mandibles together in annoyance.
Suddenly, a chill seemed to spread through the room. The short black hairs that covered her dark body all stood up straight as she tensed, ready for battle.
You seem impatient, Shakaar,
a deep voice said.
Maybe she wasn’t going to wait for us,
a scratchy voice said. I told you she couldn’t be trusted.
Calm down, Left,
a soft, lyrical voice added. She wasn’t going anywhere, were you, Shakaar?
The spider turned and found herself staring up at Krael, the self-proclaimed King of the Withers. The dark creature had three heads atop its broad shoulders. The center head wore a golden crown with tiny black skulls embedded along its rim. It was the Crown of Skulls, a powerful enchanted relic from the Great War between the NPC wizards and monster warlocks. The crown sparkled with magical energy, the glow pulsing like a heartbeat as if it were alive.
Shakaar knew there were rumors that two more crowns existed, both of them like this one. Stories passed down from the spider elders suggested that the three crowns, if worn by a single monster, would give unstoppable powers to that creature. But many spiders thought they were just tales to scare the hatchlings into doing their chores.
You are late,
Shakaar said. She wanted to make sure the wither understood who was in charge in the spiders’ lair.
My apologies,
Center’s voice boomed, filling the chamber. We were retrieving an ancient and powerful tool for the spider warlord.
A tool?
All three heads nodded. There is a wizard in the Far Lands, and he plots the destruction of all spiders.
The center head paused, letting that information sink in. This wizard destroyed the zombie warlord as well as the skeleton warlord. And now, this wizard has focused his attention upon the spider warlord.
How do I know you ssspeak the truth?
the spider warlord said.
The left head glared down at Shakaar, but the spider warlord ignored his gaze. She kept her eight red eyes focused on the center skull, the one wearing the Crown of Skulls. That was the one clearly in charge of the other two.
Withersss have a way of usssing othersss to the benefit of the withersss and to the detriment of othersss.
She clicked her mandibles together, then tapped one of her claws on the ground. This was a signal to the other spiders in the chamber to approach.
The right head glanced around, watching the other monsters approach, then glanced at the other wither skulls. Center nodded but kept his gaze fixed upon the spider warlord.
I see you doubt our word,
Center said. That can be understood. I will show you we speak the truth.
The wither flicked his body forward, causing an object to come out of his inventory and land on the ground before the spider. This is an ancient artifact from the Great War. It was made by one of the monster warlocks and is a powerful tool.
The spider reached out with a claw and picked up the item. It was a glass lens attached to a long black strap. The eyepiece gave off a soft, iridescent glow.
It is called the Eye of Searching, and it is now yours.
Krael leaned forward. Put it on.
Shakaar wasn’t sure if it was a request or a command, but she knew any magical relic from the Great War could be a powerful weapon for the spiders. Reaching up with two legs, she positioned the lens over one of her eyes, then wrapped the straps around her fuzzy head, tying them at the back.
Instantly, the relic stabbed at her HP, drawing power from her health as she flashed red and moaned.
That is natural,
Center explained. The magical weapons and tools from the ancient warlocks use the health of the wearer to provide power to the enchantment. But the Eye of Searching will let you see anyone you can think of.
He paused, letting the spider process the information.
A blue cave spider cautiously approached, a clump of green moss held between his mandibles. Carefully, he passed the moss to his warlord. Shakaar held the moss for a moment, then stuffed it into her mouth, rejuvenating her health.
Now, think of a wizard . . . a young wizard with blue eyes and reddish-brown hair.
Center’s voice was deep, like the rumbling of distant thunder. Focus on that thought, and then look through the Eye.
Shakaar gasped. An image