Welcome back everybody, to the Minecraft Short Stories podcast.
This is episode 85 and it's the first episode of 2026 because
I'm recording this on January 1st.
And in this episode, I will be telling a listener story by
Srebekwian. Thank you for submitting it.
Very good. I'm happy I get to read it on
the show. If you, the listener, would also
like to submit a store, you just have to go to
microsoftstores.com, find a link to that inside the description,
and then just go to the submit story page and it make it right
on the podcast. While you're down there, there's
some other links. Make sure to take those out.
Anyways, without further ado, let's get right into the story.
The Purple Totem Part 1 by Sir Requien.
Brahimir scratched his beard as rain pattered on the roof of his
bedroom in the castle. Of all the Knights that
arraigned across the Kingdom of Vastia, this was the most
fitting of Knights. For this Knights was when King
Brahilir's brother Riginif Vastia was assassinated.
He was the King's only sibling and head peacemaker of the
states of Vastia. Without him, tensions would
arise across the Kingdom and across the other nations in
league with Vastia. Not to mention he was Brahimir's
uncle. Rahimir stood up and paced the
floor. It was troublesome news that
Reginif was killed not only because of new problems Vastia
would face, but also because it might mean someone wanted to end
the royal line of Trafastia, the kingdom's first king.
The situation often happened in previous attempts to destroy
Vastia's first line of kings, illen unsuspecting victim of the
line, then focus everyone on his murder and pick off the rest of
the line quietly, making people assume that the victims were
simply missing, only to find out the truth before it was too
late. This tactic never worked,
however. There was always one person in
the family who had enough wits to see through the plan every
time. I guess this time it's me.
Rahimir's family was rather strange.
His father, Rahilir, was a fickle king and chose to do
things on a whim, which included his marriage.
One day, as Rahilir was passing through the streets of the City
of Tree Winds, he saw a simple lady and asked her to be his
bride. He said yes, and the two were
wed in a matter of months. From the first meeting, Brahmir
was born and he was the youngest of two brothers, one of which
loved to fight and the other who loved to Bruce.
Strange potion. Brahmir was someone who
preferred to delve in knowledge, often visiting the libraries of
Astia. Being courteous to the villagers
who tended the surplus of books doesn't mean Brahmir was a
weakling. However, of all the weapons,
Brahmir was best with the sword, which was also the weapon he
most enjoyed. Skilled in the bow, crossbow,
axe and spear. Not too good with the Mace.
His brother's obsessions often LED them to doing incredibly
stupid things. Nothing big, but mainly rudeness
to the elders and a dislike of studies.
As strong as the bitterness of another wart, with some of the
most notable stupid things they've done being challenging
an enderman with no armor and accidentally turning the village
cartographer into a pig. This last one was fixed quickly,
but from then on the cartographer had a new
appreciation for carrots. Knock on the door drew Brahimir
out of his thoughts. He crossed the royally lavished
bedroom, for he was royalty, and opened the spruce door.
Grammy. A booming voice said as Brahimir
was enveloped in a hug. Or Hamir laughed.
You old Rascal, what are you doing here?
He looked into the eyes of his best friend Hatch, who had a
more rustic name because he wasn't royalty.
Be a good friend, of course. He set down a basket of
delectable treats in front of Brahimir.
It contained everything, cake, cookies, pumpkin pie, and
Brahimir pulled up some of the tissue paper and treats to see
the bottom of the basket filled with.
Or a fruit. Brahimir said.
But I know what the law says. But you're going through a rough
time now. These are just a few, not enough
to start messing with your head and making you walk like an
enderman. Besides, I know they're your
favourites and I just want to make you more comfortable with
your uncle. Passing away, Brahimir gazed
upon the contraband. Finally, he smiled.
You're a dirty man, Tach, but I welcome you anyway.
Rahimir swept his arms in a royal gesture and bowed deeply
to Tach, who did the same in turn.
Why don't we find you a safe place to eat these?
Hatch said. Rahimir hesitated.
The murderer was still on the loose, and the royal family was
in lockdown, which went that Brahimir wasn't allowed to
leave. And even if he was allowed to
leave, Rahimir wouldn't have done it anyway.
Better safe than sorry. In full honesty, it's surprising
that Tetch even got in here. The treats were attempting
though, and Brahimir hadn't had one in years, since the old
farmer's addiction, which slowly corrupted his mind and made him
into a village in German hybrid, had caused frothy Leer to outlaw
horse fruit. Brahimir thought it was a good
decision to outlaw it though, something that anything with
coarse fruit was banned, like course pies and end cookies,
which were his favorite. For the most part, Brahimir was
only going to make food out of the fruits, but he still wanted
a pure bite of 1, even if it teleported him aware to go.
If I can't leave the castle, where could we go without being
caught? The courser only teleported them
so far, which meant if Brahmir could find a place for them to
eat the fruits, it was relatively far away from
everyone, they wouldn't get caught.
The place entered his mind instantly.
The dungeon. The dungeon?
Feeling dangerous today, are we? Hutch said, smirking.
Oh, you and I both know that there's nobody down there, which
means for him you're leaned closer.
There's no need for anyone else to go down there.
The perfect place. Arch said.
Indeed. Shall we go good Sir?
But of course my soon to be king.
Thatch bowed, for Humir paused. He was to be a king soon, which
meant this assassination was all the more frightening for him.
Never mind that today I'm going to spend time with Thatch.
I can still be a good king and enjoy life.
Besides, it's not like I'll do this every night.
They walked down the flight of steps and passed through the
courtyard, which was very wet, until they were almost to the
dungeon, only two rooms away. But they would have to pass
through the dining hall, which was probably where Brahimir's
father was drinking different wines, potions that made people
act rather silly and make fools of themselves if they were drunk
too much. This was his favorite hobby.
Brahimir and Tach tried to enter quietly, but the king spotted
them seconds later and gestured for them to come over.
They reluctantly made their way over as Tach tried to hide the
coarse fruit as best it could while trying to stay out of the
conversation as much as possible.
Rahimir. Rahilir said, his face wasn't
stern but actually quite pleasant.
I've wanted to tell the guests why I chose you for my air, and
I thought you should be here for me to tell them.
Oh, great. Rahimir simply nodded his head.
Rahilir called the attention of the guests who sat at the table
enjoying new wines with him. He was clearly a bit affected by
the wine because he wasn't usually this happy or proud of
his children. That doesn't mean he would be
less observant, which might work in Brahimir's favor.
Dear guests, Rahilier said. Here's a man of fine quality and
a son who has proved constantly how fitting he is to be the new
king of Astia, a son who has proved his love and loyalty.
Rahimir glanced at Hatch, who stood quietly by, not wanting to
draw attention. Hatch made a silly, noble face
of Rahimir. He shrugged it off with a smile.
Rahilier continued his impromptu speech.
I chose him to be my heir because he has proved his might
in both arms and mind. True leader and a wondrously
kind and respectful boy was outshined his three brothers and
will continue to shine today in all days as the True High King
of Vastia. Multiple cheers went up as
Brahimir smirked. The speech was clearly induced
by his father's favorite hobby. There were multiple errors in
the speech, like his father suddenly loving his mind when
that was the last thing his father wanted him to study, and
he said he had three instead of two brothers.
Brahimir straightened. Tach was at the room beckoning
for him to hurry over. Brahimir could escape.
He bowed politely and hurried over to Tetch as nonchalantly as
possible. Lovely speech, don't you think?
Touch said. Wonderful, Now let's get it over
with, Brahmere said. You must sound like you don't
want to do it. The two walked out of the dining
hall and passed through a stone corridor back outside, into the
rain and into the dungeon. It wasn't as scary as Brahmere
thought it would be. There were a few cells with
bars, but they had windows and torches that lit the place up
relatively well, meaning no monsters would spawn.
Almost instantly Upon entering the room, Tatch popped out two
chorus fruits and handed 1 to Brahmir.
Let's see at the same time. Hatch said.
Sounds good to me. Brahmir said, eyeing the fruit
first. A toast.
Your almost kingship. Hatch raised the fruit into the
air. All right.
Brahmir said, raising his fruit. There was silence.
Are you going to say something? Brahmir finally asked.
No, just reverent silence for the fall of Vastia under your
rein. Hutch said.
Really. Come on, I just want to eat my
fruits. Hey OK. 3 Rahmir and Hetch
started 21. Rahmir took a bite of the course
roots and upon swallowing instantly felt the tugging
sensation on his stomach. As the surroundings changed when
he teleported it always blurred before revealing where he had
teleported to. Rahmir wondered where he would
end up, but it didn't take long to find out.
Brahimir wished it did take long.
Instead of the surroundings changing, everything went dark.
Panic hit Brahimir, but he stopped it as soon as it
started. He probably landed in a cave a
few feet below the castle, which would be easy to get out of.
Besides, monsters were easy for him to kill.
Wasn't like he left a sword in the bedroom or anything.
Brahimir fumble for a torch and in his inventory he only found
one. Looks like he can't monster
proof anything. He held up his torch and gas we
formed lay a massive doorway which led into a dark castle
like passage and at the end of it was a small purple and black
dragon. It stared into his eyes.
End of Part 1 and that's Part 1.
Thank you again Serekhwin for subming this story.
If you want to submit Part 2, I'd be happy to read on the
podcast. Also thank you the listener for
listening. If you're on Spotify there
should be a polar question. Or both.
So make sure to check that out for this episode and also leave
a comment. If you're an Apple podcast, make
sure to leave a five star review.
Give me some feedback inside the comments.
Anyways, thank you guys for listening and I'll see you guys
inside the next episode.