All was balanced in the  town of Reveville. A land of peace and harmony. Where the farmers grew crops for the villagers, who gave them to the irongolems who sent them to the king, a humble and kind hearted king, a king known as, Reve.

Now Reve was no normal mortal, he was blessed with a recurring life, which did not grant him immortality but the ability to respawn on death. This ability he inhereted from his great grandad Beve who, after defeating the most haunting foes and terryfying enemies was cursed this by the human form of satan known by most as, Herobrine. At this point you may be saying, why is this ability a curse, well, Herobrines plans were to use this as a neverending torture device. He`d let Beve arm himself with the strongest tools and weapons to then simply kill him with his minions.

This curse could never be lifted, but could be passed on, passed on only by defeating the strongest enemy after herobrine himself, people quaked at its name, many people before, had tried to defeat him but never had succeeded, this enemy was known as the Wither. Only by defeating the Wither could you pass on the ability to a member of family. Beve after many attemps slayed this mighty beast and made a beacon using its remains to signal to all the travelling traders the way to go, he then passed this ability on to his daughters new born son, a son named Reve.


As time went by, fudes became frequent in the town of Reveville as the king abused his powers to plenish his hunger. So people began to strike, striking to force the king into defeating the Wither and passing on his empire... and eventually, he did. Armed with the strongest armour and sword he went to the nether and, after many days of slaying wither skelletons he eventually collected three of their heads. Where the beacon stood in the middle of the town he made t of soul sand and placed the 3 heads ontop.

Unaware of this beasts destructive power the town was destroyed to pieces. His body paralyzed with fear, beads of sweat mounted on his forhead, his toung perched to the roof of his gum as his lunged for the beast, no affect. After a bare minimum
of 10 seconds the best awoke exploding all in its path. Reve watched as his entire empire was being destroyed. Andreneline finnaly kicked in and he shot a entire quiver of arrows at him forcing the beast to come towards him. Now expecting the worst and eventually learning the beasts ways he lunged at the head, for one final blow. Down he fell leaving a crater in the ground no-one in the town survived to take on the curse no-one but a child, a small child known as... Steve.

Steve woke the next day in a weird and mysterious land. Unable to control his movements he began to punch wood.



There was no child in the village no-one did survive...