THE FIRST CAVE

I woke at sun rise safe and sound; this was first true nights rest. Though it was dreamless, my will was replenished. I felt that nothing could stop me, not today at least, and if any situation or complication would come my, I knew I could face it boldly without a doubt or regret. I got up and stretched as the first of my preparations. I then packed enough goods for the dayo s adventure and followed my markers back to where Io d been the yesterday. Back to the missing part piece of geography that caved into the ground, back to the caveo ¦

Leaving my home a projectile flew at me from my side, damaging me from somewhere I could not see. Looking to the source of this, I faced another one of the undead. A white creature with the same as build and height me, however it was missing everything but the main structure of the body. It was a skeleton equipped with a weapon that could shoot from a distance away. But under the sun it was on fire and in pain, yet its main instinct to kill me still forced it to push toward despite the pain that it was in. I almost fell sorry for the Skeleton and I thought of the only merciful thing I could to such a creature; I put it out of its misery. It tried to shoot to me twice without success and by the time I got to it, it had died leaving its remains, weapon and whatever projectiles it damaged me with.

I was too busy admiring this curved weapon that almost forgot one crucial thing. My inventory was growing too much, and I could barely carry any new items that I might encounter. So I returned home and thought of a storage system, something that could keep the items I didno t currently with me so that I may bring more back. Sitting by my crafting table, I crated a box out of wooden planks with a lid so that my items could be kept safe from anything that might steal, not that I needed it but percussions were always safe to keep.

Only bringing three pork chops, a stack of wooden planks, a crafting table, eight torches and a pickaxe. I made my way to the cave by the ocean where I might discover something entirely newo ¦I was out picking up the litter from the hostiles of the night, ignoring spiders and passive creatures, and dodging Creepers while reaching my destination. I got there much faster than I did before because this time, I knew where I was going and I was as prepared as I could ever be then. I kept my pace till I reached the beach where I replenished myself with a pork chop. I loved this view, the seemingly endless oceano ¦ Who knows what lies beyond it? I promised myself that one day I will know and that day will arrive sooner that I had hoped. Breaking my flow of thoughts, I dedicated myself to my task at hand and walked to the cave to seek the unknown and face whatever lies within it.

As I did the other day, I set up a sort of headquarters by its entrance, where I placed my crafting bench, made a chest to put next to it and had a torch there to ensure my return. By the mouth of the cave, a rush of wind blew out all of a sudden, creating a sound that froze me with fear for a few moments, but I muscled up the courage to go in which followed the moaning of Zombies from within. Three of them were there, inside the cave was dark enough for these hostiles to spawn and thrive without the sunlight. Three of them against me, I nearly died on that momento ¦
I killed one of them before the other two got to me, and the other two kept on biting and scratching like savages. They loved my flesh even though we almost looked identical (if it wereno t their green decaying skin). I couldno t attack them at the same time, so as I punched one back, the other had a chance to draw nearer to me. I was desperate, falling back, jumping over obstacles, to slow them down till they eventually had me corneredo ¦
A rush of adrenaline surged through me, I fought faster than I had, like my hands where instinctively drawn to their faces, I punches though, the scratches and bit and in the end I was victorious but damaged. Then I placed a torch to stop their spawning and gave myself moments rest till I had fully recovered.

Seeing coal was a blessing, because I could make torches with the sticks I could make with wooden planks. I kept using my pickaxe till it disintegrated into nothing; woods durability didno t serve my purpose here well enough. But stoneo ¦ Stone was far stronger than wood and with the same creativity I ever had, I made a pickaxe with cobble stone. It surpassed my expectations, not only was it more durable but sped up mining to the point where I could finish twice as fast or mine for twice the amount for the same time!

I grew excited, crafting more stone pickaxes so that I could mine more and more, so excited that I lost track time. There was no day or night undergroundo ¦ All there was light or darkness and time was impossible to tell to the point where I spent the night in the cave mining for the unknowno ¦





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