NOTE: This is made up! No critisism needed!

Steve was built up. Way up. To the point where he seemed unstoppable. One night, he prayed for a challenge. He wanted to finally be able to have fun again. But what he didn't realize is that it wasn't fun he was going to have with the challenge. Far from it.

Steve woke up the next day, thinking about what he'd do today. He thought he could convert his bridge over the river near his house to stone bricks. He wasn't very fond of the idea, but it was an idea. But when he walked over there, though, he was hit in the face with fear. The bridge was burning.

He got a bucket and put out the fire, but the bridge was beyond repair. He'd have to rebuild it. He would do it with stone bricks, like he wanted to do before. He was still faced with the mystery, though, on who or what did this. There wasn't a storm the night before, and there wasn't anyone else living in sight. So, he just decided to put the mystery down and say it was from natural causes.

But the next night he a loud THUMP from outside woke him up, and he went to check what it was. He didn't see anything except the forest behind him completly on fire. Now he was scared. He didn't know how this happened, and he didn't know when the next attack could come. He was scared out of his mind.

He stayed up all night with his enchanted swords and armor. He searched the area but nothing happened. He eventually forced himself to sleep. But he knew that tommorow was going to be a big day to destroy the source. But how? He didn't even know what happened.

When he woke up, he wasn't at his house. Far from it. He was inclosed in obsidian walls and he had sharp pains in his arms and legs. They were badly cut. He checked for his pickaxe, and it was luckily there. He broke two blocks of obsidian, and hopped out of the room. But the floor was not blocks, it was the void.

Steve slowly fell, and knew it was the end. The last thing he saw before he feel was a pair of white eyes laughing in the distance.

That's my story!
Char