Chapter 1

INTO THE GAME MINECRAFT WOODSWORD CHRONICLES

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Frologue HOW TO START A STORY WITH A CLIFFHANGER! Four figures stood huddled around a single torch. It was the only source of light in the underground burrow. And they all knew that monsters could not spawn in the light. "IT'S TOO CROWDED IN HERE." said one figure. "WE CAN DIG DEEPER." said the second figure, who was holding a pickaxe. "I COULD MAKE THE BURROW BIGGER."

"NO. WE CAN'T RISK IT." said the third figure, who had crafted both the pickaxe and the torch. "I DON'T HAVE THE MATERIALS TO MAKE ANY MORE TOOLS. AND IF WE DIG TOO FAR. WE MIGHT HIT A CAVE OR A MINESHAFT. THAT MIGHT LET THE MONSTERS IN AND—"

The speakers went silent. They all heard it. Something out there was moaning. All four of them stood absolutely still. After what seemed like forever, the moaning moved on. Everyone made eye contact. They nodded when they agreed it was gone. "I WANT TO PINCH MYSELF TO SEE IF I'M DREAMING." one of them said, holding up a blocky hand, "BUT I DON'T HAVE ANY FINGERS HERE." Here meant in Minecraft. As impossible as it seemed, the four of them were inside their favorite video game. Really inside it. Living it. Minecraft was real. That sounded like a good thing, but there was a problem: They didn't know how to get back home to the real world.