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    Defeating Steve Book 2: Houses, Homes, and Horrors Unknown
    Defeating Steve Book 2: Houses, Homes, and Horrors Unknown
    Defeating Steve Book 2: Houses, Homes, and Horrors Unknown
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    Defeating Steve Book 2: Houses, Homes, and Horrors Unknown

    By Mark Mulle

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    Anders knew his adventure wouldn't be over until he defeated Steve - once and for all.


    With the once-abandoned village bustling with new life, Anders is desperate for any l

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMark Mulle
    Release dateJul 17, 2024
    ISBN9798330293308
    Defeating Steve Book 2: Houses, Homes, and Horrors Unknown

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      Defeating Steve Book 2 - Mark Mulle

      Author’s Note

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      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      Author’s Note

      The Nitwit in the Snow

      The Face of Terror

      Whispers in the Daylight

      A Theory Untested

      In the Fields

      A Bargain

      Special Delivery

      Strange Reunion, Part 2

      The Purple Glow

      Porkchop Prison

      The Nitwit in the Snow

      Something that you should probably know about me is, although I have gone through challenge after challenge to prove myself to not be a nitwit… I might very well be a bit of a coward!

      My name is Anders, and I had made more than a hundred excuses on the way to the mineshaft. I had said that the man in the blue shirt, Steve, was likely already gone. More likely he was gone; nothing more than leftovers for the spiders. And despite how my heart sank with every step through the snow, I know that my excuses were worthless.

      Right! Casper, the wandering trader, exclaimed. This must be it!

      I gulped. I looked behind me to see my village a few hundred blocks away. It felt good to say it like that: my village. The abandoned one I had come across with Bonesy and Alma in tow. Removing the cobwebs and replacing torches had done wonders to make it look more homely.

      In front of me were Bonesy and Casper, staring down the opening of a cave in the mountainside. It was here where I had saved Bonesy from the villainous Steve.

      It was there that we had last seen him, fighting off a group of hungry spiders.

      Bonesy looked back at me, the skull of his head covered by a golden helmet as always, waiting for me to say something.

      Saying something, I was good at doing that. Hearing, too. Although I didn’t understand a single part of how it had happened, adulthood had brought with it plenty of surprises. When I was a young villager all the way back home, living with papa and my brother Karl, I had been ordinary. The day I grew up and found myself stumbling over my new adult legs, strange things began to happen. The other villagers had looked at my green robes and said I was nothing more than a nitwit. That I was destined to be useless.

      And then, by some miracle, I realized I could communicate with animals.

      Monsters.

      Short-noses like Steve, even. 

      This is where it was, I said to Casper, trying to sound confident. We ran straight out, so we should make it back to where we last saw him if we don’t get lost in the tunnels.

      Casper nodded. Casper was the last person I’d ask to join us on the excursion. Alma the witch was handy with potions, even if her mind seemed to wander in every direction. My brother, Karl, was spirited and ready to fight, but was still recovering from…

      … from being a zombie. It’s a long story, but that’s the main take-away!

      And yet Casper had grown on me over the last few days. He seemed to care exclusively about the three Ps – poetry, philosophy, and of course, profit. But when it served him better to pack his things up and leave as a band of vengeful pillagers came to town, Casper had stayed, no, he had fought.

      I pulled out the iron sword I had stolen from Steve. It danced with purple light, and Alma claimed it was enchanted. I still didn’t know what exactly it did that made it so special, but I certainly felt safer with it in my hands!

      I started into the cave. Bonesy and Casper followed.

      Bud, I’m working on my aim, Bonesy said.

      I flashed him a smile. Bonesy the skeleton was the most unlikely of companions. I had met him before anyone else in my journey, and I had been dead-set against building trust in him. But it was hard not to trust Bonesy. Although the skull that rested on his skeletal frame could creep me out sometimes, he spoke in cool and casual words, calling people buddy and always seeing the silver lining to a dark cloud. 

      Oh, really? I asked with a smirk.

      Absolutely, Bonesy said. Skeletons can be… you know, pretty dangerous, but they struggle to aim if their target gets further than a dozen blocks. Probably something to do with not having any eyes, haha! Either way, I want to get better at hitting a target from a distance.

      I nodded, saying that could be handy.

      Handy, yeah! Bonesy replied. Exactly. I want to be handy. I want to contribute my fair share to the village. Since we don’t have one of those big golem guys, maybe I could work as a guard.

      I nodded again. Bonesy was right – we pretty much had nothing to defend ourselves against threats. Between raids from pillagers and hordes of zombies, having someone good with a bow could do wonders for security.

      Would help if I had one of those crossbows, Bonesy said. The ones the pillagers use. Or… maybe that’s cheating.

      Cheating? I asked, almost getting startled as my voice began to echo on the surrounding stone. It was getting cold as we walked deeper into the cave. Even more worryingly, it was getting dark.

      Yeah, bud, Bonesy said. I think it’s cheating, sort of, if your arrow fires that quick. Means they don’t curve down as quickly – they don’t drop off. Still takes some skill, but I’d say a person who’s good at using a bow is ten times more skilled as an archer than someone who uses a crossbow.

      I thought to myself for a few moments. I could see vague flickers of light not too far away from where we were. Torches, lit by some unknown person, indicating a structure deep in the heart of the mountainside.

      What’s our skeletal friend muttering? Casper said. His constant groaning has my heart all fluttering!

      I smiled. Casper didn’t seem too bad, but I could do without the constant rhymes he spoke in. I started translating what Bonesy had said. Casper could hear what I was saying, and Bonesy could hear me too, and I could speak to both… but as far as anyone knew, I was the only villager who could speak to animals and monsters. My role was starting to look less like a nitwit, and more like a translator!

      Well, we’re close, I said, standing where the cave walls hugged a hallway of oak planks. The space was narrow, only about a block wide for a few dozen steps, until you got to a bigger hallway.

      I’ll go first, I continued. Bonesy, keep an eye on the back. Casper, you stay in the middle. Remember – the short-nose called Steve is dangerous. Stay together and follow my lead.

      Casper did a dramatic nod before erupting into another rhyme.

      Oh, but I’m just a humble writer and reader, he started. Who am I but to disobey my courageous leader!

      He took a step forward with a grin – only for the grin to wash off his face when his step made a noise.

      Tell me something real quick, Casper said. "Am I the only one who heard something click?

      I looked down. It was almost impossible to notice, but sure enough, a stone pressure plate was camouflaged on the cave floor. I had missed it as I walked, but Casper hadn’t been so lucky. The click noise had clearly activated something. As though creepers hid in the walls, a sinister tsssss noise snaked through the air.

      It’s a trap! I shouted.

      I apologize for my grave error, Casper said. A mistake that has left me feeling terror!

      I had no time for his rhymes. I grabbed him and Bonesy by the arms, pulling them as quickly as I could back to the entrance of the cave. We got maybe ten, twenty blocks, closer, closer to safety…

      And then the world shattered.

      ***

      My eyes fluttered open, struggling to focus as the late-afternoon rays shot down.

      From what I could tell, I hadn’t been blown to pieces. I could feel my stomach, my legs, my arm, my head… and they hurt. What hurt especially was my side.

      Someone had kicked me.

      Scratch that: someone was kicking me.

      I rolled over in the cold snow, unable to stop myself from groaning. I felt like my body was aching with every pain imaginable. I had a headache – no doubt caused by the ferocious boom of the exploding TNT. My back hurt from crashing down into the snow, and laying in the cold ice was causing my skin to tingle. And then, of course, was

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