PyroSilver walked along the cobbled path, the trees swaying in the distance as calming piano played in the background. Sword in hand, he walks up to a sheep, and passes it, for he needs no wool, nor food, at the moment. All he needed was for night to come.


Passing the wheat fields, and coming across a cliff, PyroSilver walked into a cave, took a left, and headed out the other side of the mountain, for he had memorized this path. Waves washed up on the rocky shore, and a cow mooed in the distance. The wind swayed the grass, and the fading sunlight casted brilliant rays of orange and yellow across the ocean side as the clouds crossed over the sky, it reminded PyroSilver of the old Minecraft Handbooks.


And then he heard the hiss of a Creeper.