A long time ago in a world made of blocks, there was a peaceful village. One day everything was changed. This is their story.

It was a nice day in the small village of Minet. Villagers where going about thier daily bussiness. Kids where playing tag. The Iron Golems where patrolling the streets. However just in the nearby moiuntains something was brewing. A miner by the name of Steve found obsidian. When he brought it back to his house he set it down and lit it on fire for light. However when the spark touched the obsidian a purple haze formed.

Before he could do anything a hand shot out of the haze grabbed him and pulled him in. The haze was a portal to anouther dimension called the Nether. A hellish nightmare place filled with lave and fire. Steve did not return. Soon however, a figure steped out of the portal, he has tall, his face was hard to see because of his hood, but he had glowing white eyes. When he was out, hordes of other hellish creatures followed him. Skeltons with bows. Black skeltons with stone swords. Zombie Pigs with golden swords. Flying white creatures that shoot fireballs. Levitating yellow, metal beasts.

The leader's name was Herobrine. He lead them out of the cave and into the mountains. He had one of the white flying beasts, a ghast, spy out the land. Meanwhile Herobrine sat and thought about this world. Soon the Ghast returned with news of the village. Herobrine then led his forces to the plain where the village was located. When he saw it he stoped.

He turned to his followers, drew his sword made of diamonds, and issued a war cry. soon the plain was filled with charging monsters. The Iron Golems where overwhelmed and their ranks broke before the hordes of Herobirne. The beasts slaughtered the townspeople. However some escaped into a secret path. With them lies the hope for the world. If they have the skills to survive. To Be Contnued...