The Minecraftia Chronicles book 1 [Watty Awards 2015]

Chapter 9- a Time to Remember

I stood there, not moving. I wasn't sure that he was dead anyway, but the hole that went straight through his chest confirmed my worst nightmare. I walked into the crowd that formed around him. All of the players noticed me, and one of them was holding a piece of paper. He started to read it aloud. He said:
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen. Today a friend has gone. We shall not be sad, but celebrate his life on Minecraftia. To start his funeral, I shall be reading his will."
I stood solemnly. A player next to me stared at me with a sad look. I wanted to make him feel better, to undo everything bad that ever happened. Steve was my mentor, and I couldn't just let him leave the world. The player that held his will continued to read.
"First off, he wants Janice to have his first dog, and some of his first iron tools." Janice, a player who usually went on mining duty, had gasped in surprise.
"Next, carter shall have some of his diamonds and his jukebox." Carter stood with a brave expression. He nodded in acceptance.
"And Gale shall have his best food and his best outfits." Gale, a man of style, smiled excitedly.
"And finally, for his most treasured student, the one who kept us all safe," He paused and looked at me. "Kevin, his treasured student" go on, go on, I urged in my mind.
"He shall have his diamond sword, his home, and his ownership of the community."
I gasped.
Ownership of the COMMUNITY?! I thought to myself. I couldn't believe it. Steve had made me the new king!
FIVE MINECRAFTIAN DAYS LATER...
I sat in my new diamond throne that was located in the meeting room of my new castle, which used to be owned by Steve. The community had grown into a kingdom, now that the so-called Chosen One (remember, I have the power of the ender dragon) was the new king. A personal butler came to my aid and offered me some pumpkin pie. A meeting was currently taking place.
"Lord Kevin, a group of mobs are attacking the south walls. What should we do?" A governor of the south region said to me in a proper manner.
"Send a group of warriors to defend the south walls. In the meantime, we mustn't use too many soldiers, hence we might not have enough of them to guard anywhere else." The south region governor nodded and presumed to his business. Then I heard a horn blow. It came directly from the watch towers of my castle. "What is going on?" I asked the guards.
"Herobrine has been spotted attacking the east region!" A guard yelled. I grabbed my sword and mounted my horse. "Lower the drawbridge!" I yelled. My steed rode into the night.