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It was a lovely day in the land of minecraftia. The cube shaped sun shone brightly in the pure blue sky, animals roamed freely among the many hills that jutted out of the land and the clouds flouted lazily on the slow streams of wind that blew in the valley. It was on this gorgeous day that a boy, no older than 17, decided that it would be nice to venturer into the forest that covered most of the valley, to find a peaceful place to read a book that he had gotten from his mother as a present.

His hair was pitch black, reached just below his neck and partiality covered his left eye which, for some reason, got him the nickname 'emo' whatever that meant and his eyes where a brilliant blue, like the sea. The boys choice of clothing made it incredibly easy to spot him in a crowd but, that meant that should he get lost in the forest he was currently in, then it would be very easy to find him. The boy wore a blue T-shirt and black baggy trousers that reached just below his ankles. His shoes where also the same black colour as his trousers. But, of course, that was not what made him easy to spot, what DID make him easy to spot was the cloak that he always wore which reached his ankles. His cloak was a dark blue and was embroidered with, what looked like, small white stars and it was lined with white silk.

Now, the reason why he always wore the cloak was because he was a wizard. Well, a wizard in training. Unfortunately, the only spells that he could actually use, caused things to explode and because of this, he had been ridiculed by almost everyone in his village, including his older brother, who was also a wizard in training but instead of destroying things, his spells would make things grow. They were complete opposites. His cloak wasn't the only thing that distinguished his wizard title. If you look close enough you could see that as the cloak moved, there was a small pocket on the inside that, at first glance, looked like it held a small stick but it was in fact, the boys wand.

The boy continued deeper into the dense forest, whistling as he went and stopping every now and then to gather his bearings before he set of again into the shrubbery. As you've already guessed, the book that the boy planned to read in the forest was one of his many spell books. He had hopped that if he could study the book without being disturbed by his brother then, maybe, he could learn a spell that wouldn’t blow things up. But, that wasn't the only reason why he wanted to read in the forest. The main reason was a little bit more dangerous.

The sun had just started to drift down from it's perch at the centre of the sky when the boy reached his destination. A small clearing with a large, decaying tree stump that looking like it was horridly lonely being stuck in the middle of it. The trees on the outskirts of the clearing reached over towards the dead stump, as if they were trying to support something that was no longer there and the shadows the the trees cast made the entire clearing look as though it was in perpetual night. The only light in the clearing came from a tear in the leaves above the old stump.

The boy strode towards the stump, ignoring the noises that came from outside the clearing and sat down on the decaying remnants of the tree. He opened up the book that he had been carrying and flipped to a page that he had been studying recently that described a 'Healing potion'. The page read:

The healing potion is one of the most basic potions that even the most idiotic apprentice wizard could easily make it. This potion is able to heal almost any aliment, but it is still only used if nothing else is able to cure whatever illness plagues the wizard or his/her acquaintance. To make the potion, you will need the following: 5 pieces of dirt, 5 feathers, water from a sacred pond/fountain and 2 golden apples.

The boy took out the note book that he kept in his right cloak pocket and scribbled down the ingredients for the potion in case he would need it in the future. Better safe then sorry. He continued to flip through the book until he came to a part of the book that looked as if a page had been ripped out of it. His mother must have looked through the book and ripped out any pages that described a spell that would either A. blow something up or B. destroyed something. He wished that she had more faith in him. “You blow up the side of the mayors house once, and you'll never hear the end of it.” He mumbled. “It wasn't even my fault, my wand malfunctioned.” He learned the hard way why wizards never enchanted their wands.

He continued to look through the book, blissfully unaware of the fact that he was being watched. He had been told to be careful because there had been rumours that strange monsters had been appearing all over the land of minecraftia. Some people had said to have seen the dead rise from their graves and others had said that they had been attacked by giant spiders. The boy had only seen a few of the so called 'monsters' himself, and he was always cautious when he went outside. But not now.

The creature that watched him hissed in joy as he stared at what it thought would be an easy meal and, if it wasn't, then at least it would injure the human so that others of it's kind would be able to kill him. The creature itself looked like a a cactus with four long legs that barely lifted the thing of the ground. The few people to have ever seen this kind of monster had named the new species 'Creepers'. The reason for this is because they had a tendency to creep up on people. They also explode if they get to close to you and it is because of this that many people had already died at the creepers clutches. This creeper hoped to kill another one.

Deciding that if it did not act now then its food would get away, the creeper moved silently towards the boy still reading his book. It moved closer and closer and closer until it was no-more than 5 feet away from the stump and the boy. Seeing its chance, the creeper started to hiss quietly so as to not frighten it's meal away and it lunged at the boy, who had heard the creeper hiss and had turned around to see it coming at him with it's mouth wide open, razor sharp teeth aimed at his throat...

An arrow skimmed the boys cheek and lodged itself in the creepers head, right between it's eyes. The creeper slumped to the ground with an almighty thump and disintegrated into sand. The wind carried away the small grains of sand that were only seconds before a ruthless killing machine that had almost killed the boy then, suddenly, everything was quiet. All that was left of the creeper was the arrow that had killed it.

“Honestly Fumblemore.” The boy, now known to be Fumblemore, stood up and looked at the trees in front of him just in time to see a boy, the same age as him, jump down from atop the trees, a long-bow in his left hand and a large quiver slung over his back. “Why do you keep coming here if you know that you could be blown up by those creepers?” The boy had the same black hair as Fumblemore and it was the same length except he didn't have his fringe covering his left eye and his eye colour was a deep green, the same as the leaves on the trees. He wore a white shirt, a cream coloured tie and black trousers that dangled around his ankles.

“I don't know Israphel.” Fumblemore resorted, his scared expression softening in to a smile. “Why is it that whenever you're practising with your bow you can't hit the target but, if someone is in trouble, you never miss?” Israphel rolled his eyes at his wizard friend but smiled at his ignorance.”What? Its true and you know it!” Fumblemore couldn't help but laugh at his friend. Though it may seem weird, it was true. Whenever Israphel tried to practise using his long-bow, the arrows would either land short, go flying over the top of the target or bounce of of it. But if he saw someone getting attacked by something then, he never missed his target.

Fumblemore bent down and picked up his book that he had dropped when the creeper attacked him and when he looked up, Israphel was nowhere to be seen.”Israphel?” His voice was shaky. After what had happened only a few minutes ago, Fumblemore didn't want to be left alone in the forest in case he was attacked again. “Come on Israphel, I'm not in the mood for this.” A twig snapped behind him but, when he turned around, there was nothing there. He was starting to get nervous. Israphel was always the more serious of the two and he rarely wanted to scare the wizard in training. Fumblemore believe that it was because whenever he though that there was a monster close by, then he would blow it up without hesitation.

“Israphel, PLEASE don't do this. My day has been bad enough without you scaring the nether out of me.” His pleads were met with silence. Fumblemore waited for about five minutes for his friend to show himself before deciding that he wasn't going to play his little game.”Alright then Israphel, you can play in the forest all you want but I'm going home before my parents start to get worried.” And with that, Fumblemore started to make his way back through the forest. It didn't take long for him to find Israphel. A few seconds after he exited the clearing, Israphel appeared in front of him, upside-down, gripping on to a branch above Fumblemore with his hands and legs with his bow over his shoulder.

“BOO!”

“AHHHH!” Fumblemore tripped over his own feet as he tried to back away from his friend and fell on to the ground with a loud thump. Israphel burst out laughing and let go of the branch, landing on his back. “That was not funny!” Fumblemore bellowed at his friend. First he had almost been killed by a creeper and now he had been humiliated by a failing archer. He couldn't exactly talk though. He was classed as a failing wizard. Maybe that was why they got on so well.

“Yes it was! Hahaha!” Israphel continued to laugh at his friend, rolling around on the floor, his hands clutching his stomach. “You scream like a girl! Hahaha!” That did it. Yes, Fumblemore may not have been the best wizard in the world and he certainly wasn't a normal teenager but if someone questioned his masculinity, then that someone was going to get hurt. A lot.

“Well, at least I'M not acting like a 5 year old! YOU said that you where going to be, and I quote,'one of the best scientific minds of this generation' and yet, here you are, rolling around on the floor, like a child!” Fumblemore stood there, shaking with fiery whilst Israphel's laughter died down to a few giggles here and there. His friend sat up and whipped a tear from his eye.

“Hehe, oh that was good.” He stood and walked over to Fumblemore, who was glaring daggers at his archer friend. “That's for all the times you've woken me up at 6 in the morning just so that you won't be bored.” He continued to smile and patted his wizard companion on the back. “Besides, you keep on telling me that I need to lighten up and have fun once in a while. Come on, lets go home before we get yelled at.” And with that, Israphel started to walk out of the forest the same way Fumblemore had entered.

“If he thinks that I'm going to let him think that he's won, then he's got another thing coming.” He mumbled. Revenge is a dish best served cold. “HEY ISRAPHEL!” Israphel turned around to see what Fumblemore wanted. “Race you home!” The young wizard bolted past Israphel, leaving him dazed.

“Wha.. Fumblemore! Come back! You know that I have asthma!” Israphel chased after his friend as best he could but was panting after only a few seconds. Fumblemore ran a little bit farther before stopping behind a tree. He wasn't out of breath but, he knew that if he left Israphel in the forest alone then he was going to pay for it later. After a few seconds, Fumblemore sighted his friend, staggering toward him, gasping for air and when he reached him, the boy bent double and tried to get some air into his lugs. “Dick”

“That was for scaring me.” The wizard smiled at his exhausted friend trying to breath. “NOW we can go back to the village.” He patted Israphel on the back and slowly started to walk away so that his friend would be able to catch up. Israphel straighten up and walked after his companion , glaring daggers at the back of his head.

“You can be a real jackass sometimes, you know that, right?” The statement had caught the wizard off guard.

“I learn from the best. You know how much of a dick my older brother can be.” Both of the teens had been bullied by swampy, Fumblemore older brother. He had called Israphel a hieratic and told him that he should leave the village on more than one occasion. He had tried and failed to discourage Fumblemore and had hidden most of his magic books. He also said to Fumblemore that he shouldn't be friends with Israphel because of what he wanted to be when he was older. Even though the two where complete opposites, they got one like two peas in a pod.

Israphel had helped Fumblemore with his magic plenty of times and Fumblemore had helped Israphel with his science. They would always be seen together discussing either magic or science and a specific argument always popped up; What was better, science or magic? The two would argue about it for hours and it would ultimately end with the teens wrestling on the floor, laughing at how childish they were being.

“Why were you in the forest again today?” The smile that Fumblemore had instantly vanished. Israphel saw the change and sighed. “You knew that I would be in the forest, didn't you?” Now it was Fumblemore's turn to sigh. He stopped walking and just stood there, staring at his friends retreating back.

“Israphel, I was reading my book. I wasn't...”

“Don't give me that crap!” Israphel had stopped walking as well. Fumblemore flinched, the venom I his friends voice was enough to stop any monster in their tracks. “You where here because you wanted to see if I'd be able to hear the creepers that live here!” The scientist-to-be was shacking with fury.”Do you think I like being able to understand those... those... monsters?”

“Israphel, I'm sorry.” The young wizard tried to comfort his friend but, it was obvious that he didn't want his sympathy.

“Lets just go home.” With that, Israphel started to walk away from the wizard and made his way towards the edge of the forest. Fumblemore followed him silently. He KNEW that he shouldn't have come to the forest but curiosity had gotten the better of him.

For some reason, Israphel had the strange ability to understand the creepers. He had found this out when he had been walking with Fumblemore in that very forest. They had been ambushed and when they had hissed at Fumblemore, Israphel had heard them say how nice the two where going to taste. It had frightened and intrigued Israphel but, he made Fumblemore promise not to tell anyone about his 'gift' in case people started to think that he was the reason that the monsters had appeared. He had enough on his plate without people accusing him of bringing those creature to their village.

The two had finally reached the exit of the forest. Not wanting his friend to be angry at him for the rest of the day, Fumblemore placed his right hand on Israphel's left shoulder.”Listen, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gone back to the forest. If you want to find out why you can understand the creepers on your own then who am I to judge you decision.”

“Its fine” That famous goofy smile of his was back. “Besides, if I stayed mad at you then, who am I gonna torment all the time?” He thumped Fumblemore on the arm and took of running. “Catch me if you can!”

“Please!” Fumblemore shouted after his friend.”I could catch you in my sleep if I wanted to!” The two laughed and chased each other all the way back to their village believing that they would always be friends. But I'm sure that you know what happens to the teens when their older. At least now you know that there was a time when the evil lord Israphel and the crazy wizard Fumblemore where friends and very good ones at that.

The End.