Chapter 22

                                        

                                              
"Th-the what?" Steve asked.
                              
"The Resistance," Lourd replied. "Ya know, the group of rebels you organized into a Resistance of Mojang?"
                              
"I...I don't remember any of that," Steve said, confused.
                              
"Of course you don't," Lourd replied. "Mojang erased your memories. But don't worry, we can get them back again."
                              
Steve's eyes widened. "We can?! How?" 
                              
"Now, now. First we need to fill you in. Have a seat," Lourd said. "You too, Ruby and Jay."
                              
The three of them took their seats in chairs that guards brought up for them. Lourd leaned forward in his.
                              
"First Steve, tell us your 온라인카지노게임, starting from when you woke up," Lourd said.
                              
Steve began his 온라인카지노게임, starting from the beginning. He included every detail he could remember, which was pretty much all of them, since these were all the memories he had. 
                              
Lourd, Jay, and Ruby listened intently. Ruby's facial expressions changed throughout the 온라인카지노게임, from horror when he told about the attack on Harville, to sadness when he told about Porkchops' death. Jay and Lourd, however, kept their expressions neutral throughout the entire 온라인카지노게임. 
                              
He ended with running from Delta. There was a long silence following.
                              
Finally, Lourd broke the silence. "Almost none of this is new information to me. The only thing I didn't know was that you defeated The Iron Destroyer. That will definitely help us."
                              
"Okay, I told you my part, now you tell me yours," Steve said. "Start from when I started this group."
                              
"Well, about a year ago, you learned that Mojang was trying to possess Herobrine's power to control monsters. You didn't like that, so you started a group called the Mojang Resistance. I was the first to join, and you made me second-in-command. Next came Ruby and Jay. 
                              
"We started in this village, where the Villagers gladly took us in. We gained more people, and trained. We attacked Mojang a few times, but every time we failed to defeat them. We lost-" he choked. "Manny a few months ago. He was a great soldier but he...fell in battle.
                              
"Last week, we staged another attack on Mojang. Your job was to shut down their machine that harnesses Herobrine's power. We wanted to stop the monster controlling before it started. You almost did, but Notch somehow managed to stop you. They captured you, and apparently erased your memories and put you out in Sector 36. We thought they killed you."
                              
"I didn't," Jay interrupted. "I knew you were alive Steve." He leaned closer to Steve and whispered, "By the way, we're best buddies."
                              
"Quiet, Jay," Lourd said. "Anyway, while you were gone, we didn't do much. Except for a few days ago, when we raided the cities in Sectors 24 and 25 of food."
                              
"I led that expedition," Jay interrupted again.
                              
"Shut up, Jay," Lourd said, irritated. "Now, any questions, Steve? No? Good."
                              
"Of course I have questions!" Steve exclaimed. "How...what...who..." He didn't know where to start.
                              
"Steve," Ruby said quietly. "You used to be so confident. Afraid of nothing. Fearless..."
                              
"So I'm not fearless now?!" Steve yelled. 
                              
"Of course not, bro," Jay said, punching his arm. Steve glared at him angrily.
                              
Jay held his hands up on mock surrender. "Hey, it was just a joke man," he said innocently.
                              
Steve got up and stormed out of the church. This was all too much to process. He just needed to be alone.
                              
The church was in the center of the village, across the street from the well. Steve took the gravel street going left, and followed it, not really knowing where he was going.
                              
As he walked, lots of people looked like they knew him. Some waved, some nodded, some even said hi. All backed away when they realized he was angry.
                              
Eventually, he found a house marked "Steve's house". He opened the door and walked inside. It looked almost exactly like the one he had built near the lake in Sector 36. Apparently Mojang didn't erase his house-building skills.
                              
The house was all one big room. Double chests lined one wall, and furnaces lined the opposite one. There was a bed in one corner, a crafting table in another, an anvil in another, and an ender chest in the last corner. There were chairs in the center of the room.
                              
Steve sat down in a chair, head in hands. He couldn't believe he had forgotten being the leader of the Resistance. How could he be?
                              
But he had to admit, it made sense. His hatred for Mojang wasn't just fuelled by the events in the past week. It was fuelled by a whole year of fighting Mojang. And losing.
                              
Also, all these people knew him. But he couldn't remember them. How had he had so many friends?
                              
Then a thought hit him.
                              
What if some of these people are my family?
                              
He thought about getting up to look, but he was too unfamiliar with everything. He decided to stay here.
                              
After awhile, he heard a soft knock on the door. He was about to say, "Go away", but the person opened the door without asking.
                              
It was Ruby.
                              
"Steve?" she asked. "How ya doing?"
                              
"Great," Steve said sarcastically. "Just great."
                              
Ruby sat in the chair next to him. She was looking at him with concern and worry.
                              
"Look," she said. "We're going to get you through this. We can still win."
                              
"Can we?" Steve asked hopelessly. "Mojang erased my memories. I don't know how to lead a Resistance! I don't know how to do anything..."
                              
"Steve, I heard your 온라인카지노게임. You are amazing. You destroyed the Iron Destroyer! You escaped countless Mojang monsters! You even made friends with a pig!" Ruby said.
                              
"I got that pig killed!" Steve yelled. "I got a Spider killed! I failed my mission to stop Mojang!"
                              
"Steve," Ruby said. She took his hand, and again Steve noticed how casually she did it. She looked into his eyes. "We can still stop Mojang. And we can get your memories back. We just have to keep trying."
                              
Steve looked Ruby in the eye. "Do I have a family, Ruby?"
                              
Ruby winced, and Steve's hopes fell. "Um...you did. You had a little sister, and two wonderful parents. But, they were the ones who found out about Mojang harnessing Herobrine's powers. So Mojang killed them and your sister, but you got away. That's partly why you formed the Resistance."
                              
Steve didn't say anything. He had a family. But Mojang killed them.
                              
"We can still avenge your family," Ruby said, still holding Steve's hand. "We just have to keep trying. We will avenge Good Spider. We will avenge Porkchops. And we will avenge your family."
                              
And Steve believed her.
                              
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