Welcome back, Craftlings, to the Minecraft Short Stories Podcast.
This is episode 60 of this podcast and the stuff.
So today we have a one story by a listener by Cat Master 6.
And it's a long story. That's why there's only one.
But I hope you guys will enjoy that.
And this story was submitted through my website
minecraftshortstories.com. There's a link to that inside
the description. While you're down there, there's
also a link to the YouTube channel.
Once we reach 1000 subscribers on that, we're about 240 at the
time of recording, then I will do a three or four way collab
with some Minecraft players. So if you want to see that
happen, consider subscribing. Anyways, I hope you enjoy.
And yes, this intro is shorter due to some requests for the
intro to just be not too long, so that's why I'm just trying
that out. The Curse of the Wither Part One
story by Cat Master 6. Steve and Alex looked upon their
new house with pride. It was built into the Sava Mesa
with a variety of Dad terracotta, mainly red and
orange, and had taken hours of hard labor to build.
It's finally done, Steve murmured, a smile on his blocky
face. It is, Alex said excitedly.
Now we just need to decorate the inside.
OK, Steve said. I'll make some paintings.
After glancing around, he spot some sheep in the nearby planes
by him. Found some sheep, he said.
Turned to Alex, but she had already run off.
With a sigh, he went to get the sheep's wool collecting sticks
from a dry Bush on the way. When Steve returned, he saw the
Alex that placed pot of cacti in the window.
He walked over to the wall of the main room and placed a
painting on it. When we saw what was on the
painting, he froze. I've never seen a pain like
that. He thought the pain was of a
statue, but it was unlike any statue Steve had ever seen.
It seemed to be 4 dark brown blocks in AT shape with a black
skull on top of the three top brown blocks.
Steve shivered despite the hot bottom he was in.
The painting was unbelievably creepy.
But at the same time he called to him, transfixed his eyes,
glued to it. Steve slowly walked up to it,
and, as if he couldn't help himself, reached up to touch it.
Steve howled in agony as he felt a wave of necrotic energy rushed
through his arm and into his heart, into his very soul.
In an instant. The only thought in his mind was
of a statue in the painting that we desperately need to recreate
in this very room, and how we need to go to the forbidden
Nether. But how is he going to get into
the Nether? He heard stories of the old
Nether portals, but the ancient builders had destroyed them long
ago, and now they were just ruins.
I need to start somewhere, he thought.
Then he realized the library. Maybe I had a book on the
forbidden section on the Nether. Steve ran for the storage room
and took from a chest a stack of steak and a map leading to the
village. He left the house and sprinted
to the north across the Mesa. Following the map, Steve arrived
at the village just before nightfall, nested in the
Savannah Valley between 2 flat top mountains.
Walk through the bustling streets, past stray cats bake
for salmon and villagers closing up their shops for the day.
Steve got to the library just as the librarian was locking the
door. Wait, he said, then leaned over
with his hands on his knees, gasping for air.
Once he looked up, he saw the librarian patiently waiting for
him. I need to see the forbidden
books, he pleaded. It's an emergency.
The Librarian gazed at him over the top of the square
spectacles. You seem desperate, he said with
sympathy in his voice. But I'm afraid those books are
forbidden for a reason. They contain information on dark
magic, the vacation, the nether in spirits.
They're not just for anyone. You don't understand, So you
said with desperation in his voice.
I run here non-stop from this side of the Mesa indeed, said
the librarian. Surprise then added after a
brief hesitation. I suppose I can make an
exception. He turned and after unlocking
the door, opened it. Come inside.
So he gratefully crossed the threshold and into a large room
filled with floor to ceiling bookshelves.
The librarian led and passed the desk and through a door, then
down a hallway to a second door with a sign above it, and it
read restricted. The librarian produced an
Obsidian key from park in his robes.
He locked the iron door with it and gestures for Steve to go
inside. Steve walked through the doorway
and into the small, dimly lit room.
All the room contained was a lectern, A stair block used as a
chair, and a single bookshelf taking the entire back wall.
I'll wait outside, the librarian told him.
Steve nodded gratefully as the librarian closed the door.
He crossed to the bookshelf and quickly found the books devote
to the Nether secrets of the fortresses, Netherian
Landscapes, Bestiary of the Underworld, and The Piglins
Reign. Steve pulled out the books 1 by
1 and was suppressed to see a scroll hidden behind them.
He picked it up and unrolled it. It was a large map of the area
surrounding the village with a few locations marked on it.
He was about to put the map back when he saw its title, the
ruined Portals. Steve glanced at the door to see
if he was being watched. Seeing that he wasn't, he
quickly placed the map in his inventory.
Steve quickly found all that he needs to know with his skeletons
which are found the Nether fortresses, Dr. Withers, Calls
upon Death and Soul Sand which is located in the Soul Sand
valleys. He bid the librarian farewell
and after leaving the village, looked at the stolen map.
I stole this map, he realized with horror, but as soon as he
thought of returning it, they had the advantage.
From his mind placed with the sun jolt the same necrotic
agony, Steve gasped and clutched his straubbing head until the
pain cleared. Once it did, he looked back at
the map. The nearest poor was just within
the edge of a large jungle in the opposite direction of the
Mesa. Without hesitation, he started
towards it. The journey was surprisingly
short and before long he was walking through the dense
foliage of the jungle. After a few sweaty minutes he
started smelling smoke after walking up a small hill.
He was greed with terrible sight.
The jungle in front of him was a roaring inferno.
After a brief pause, Steve sprinted down the other side of
the hill, panic building up inside him.
I need to get to the portal. Grandpa's burning trees and
vines ducking under smoking logs, the floating in the air
and leaping over smoldering bushes with a yell of surprise.
His foot caught a loose tendril vine and he fell flat on his
face. The ancient mat flew out of his
hands and into the flames. Before he could recover, the
squirrel vanished with a sizzle and a pitiful puff of smoke.
No, Steve yelled in anger and aspiration.
The squirrel was gone. He had failed.
Steve panicked as he felt the dark energy starts to build up
inside him. No, he thought, not again.
I need to continue, but the pain was too great.
Claps back to the ground, clong at his head as his health slowly
went down, either from the flames or the awful withering
sensation inside of him. He could tell the last of his
strength. He forced on some stake and felt
his health increase a little, giving him a bit more energy.
He stumbled forward through the blinding pane, struggling to not
be sick. We saw a blurry black rectangle
through his tears of pain. The agony instantly vanished as
he beheld the black shape. Steve sat Panty on the ground,
his racing heartbeat slowing down.
Concee was calm. He noticed the pools of lava
surrounded by an alien Redstone beneath the Obsidian frame.
He first noticed it was missing a few blocks.
It was a portal. Steve leaped to his feet and ran
up to it, carefully staying away from the lava.
That's probably what caused this fire.
Thought iron, the bubbling orange liquid.
Noticing a chest next to the broken portal, he threw open its
lid to reveal 2 fire charges. The golden star enchant with him
breaking through incursive vanishing 3 pieces of Obsidian
and a golden apple. Remembering the entering portals
netherian landscapes, he placed the three Obsidian in the empty
spots on the portal, then set fire to the inside of the frame
with one of the fire charges. With a whoosh the lit flame
turned Violet, spreading along the edge of the glistening
Obsidian started to elongate and twist towards the middle,
becoming a swirling vortex of ghostly flames.
Without thinking, Steve looped straight into the portal and
passed through it, landing on a fallen log in the jungle.
On the other side, Steve smacked himself on the forehead.
Idiot. He imagines himself.
Stand inside, don't jump through.
He got up and brushed himself off just as long.
He was just on caught fire. That was close one, he thought,
stepping into the portal. He said that for a second,
wondering if he had done something wrong and then started
to feel dizzy that was going to fall over, but an alien forest
held him in place. He started feeling sick to his
stomach just as he thought I was going to pass out, fell through
the portal into the nether. The end for now.
Part 2, the Cat Master says coming soon.
Hope you guys are hyped. This was a great story.
I really liked it. I also really liked your
description of the Nether portal, how it was being lit.
I thought that was really great. Thanks again for submitting this
Catmaster 6 and thank you the listener for listening to this
episode. And if you have made it to the
end, thank you even more. I guess you wouldn't be hearing
this if you didn't make it to the end, but I am.
I'm recording this on Wednesday, so I really hope I get it out on
Wednesday because last episode I promised I would and it would be
sad if I disappointed you guys. So But anyways, see you guys
next week.