New World

Forenote: Sorry for the long post. I kind of... ran with this blog. But also, I will make some images to support this soon. Hope you enjoy it!


Alone. That was what he was. Steve sat washed up on a shore, without his dog, without his friends. He was without memories of the last days. His last memory was the storm. He and his friends had been travelling on a ship, when a freak storm hit. It wasn’t like any other. The clouds turned purple and green, unlike the colors of the normal storms in the area. He swore he had seen long-armed and long-legged people on the shore they had left, and a dragon circling in the clouds.

That was when he decided that He would go back to that island. Hopefully there, he would find his friends, and go back to his normal travelling, and travel back to his home, the island village of Spawn.

But there was one problem; He knew which way he had gone from Spawn, but he didn’t know which way spawn was. He did know, however, that all compasses pointed to Spawn’s area, and he could find Spawn from there.

There was trouble to be had. The sun had just risen, and he realized that he had no tools, no food, and no shelter. He decided he would try to make some tools with what he could find, which consisted of a group of trees, a patch of gravel, some coal sticking out of a bare patch of stone, and his own hands. He set to punching down a tree. It took a while, but he finally got a log, and crafted it into some planks. He then made a Crafting Table so he could make more complicated crafts.

He gathered a sizable stockpile of wood, and set to building a house. He also made a basic wooden pickaxe to retrieve the coal from the ground. By this time it was twilight, and getting darker. He made a door, and locked himself inside.

Outside of towns, there were reported to be undead monsters, like Zombies and Skeletons, as well as supersized spiders, twice the size of a man. There were reports of Witches who practiced dark magic and evil brewery, making potions to heal themselves and potions to hurt others. There were also reported to be tall, strange monsters three meters tall!

These were the monsters that he thought he had seen on the shore of the night of the storm. He wasn’t sure, as it was extremely dark except for a strange ethereal glow that made sure everything wasn’t completely dark, but was not as bright as day.

As he worked through the night on his house, adding stories upwards and additions to the floors, he noticed another gap in his memories. His adventures. He remembered leaving his village with grand plans of adventure, but could not remember the plans themselves, or the adventures. How did he lose these memories? Was he concussed from something? Had the strange creatures during the storm taken them? This kept him pondering through the night as he worked on expanding his house behind his wooden walls.

Close to daybreak, he noticed something. One of the oversized spiders was climbing his walls. He hadn’t planned for this. They continued their approach up the walls towards him. They all attacked him at once, some attacking from the front, some ambushing him from the back. They easily ripped him to shreds. He went into a state of limbo for a second, then found himself on the shore again.

He walked towards where he had placed his house. It was still there, as were the spiders. Everything he had been carrying was dropped on the floor at the top of his house where he had been working. The spiders slowly walked away, and he was able to retrieve his items. This was strange to him.

This gave his mind more to ponder to keep his mind off of far grimmer things. But after a while his mind began to wander. He began to think of his friends. What had happened to them? Were they all on separate islands, forgetting their past?

That night, he gazed at the stars. He noticed that they were far different than his home stars. He knew that they changed with location, as he knew how to sail ships, which was what he was doing during the freak storm. So he concluded that he was very, very far from home.

He spent his next few days underground in a large, expansive cave that he had found. He found many types of ores, like Iron and coal, and stones, unfamiliar with some of the newer stones. He named them Diorite, Andesite, and Granite. 

 He took his new materials, such as his stone, and put together some new crafts, such as furnaces, which he used to convert his metal ores into bars. He also made tools and mechanisms with his crystals and Redstone, which is what he had named the strange dust.

He went back to his cave, and delved deeper into it finding a strange new ore, red in color, which he named Redstone. When he broke it, it came out as dust. He reconsidered the name for a moment, but decided to stick with Redstone instead of Reddust. He also found crystals, rare where he came from, called Diamonds. He returned to the surfaces to craft his new findings into new crafts. He then returned to his cave, and delved even deeper, finding lava. He happened to be carrying an iron bucket full of water, which he dumped on the lava. It turned into an extremely hard substance known as Obsidian in his homeland. It was very hard to find, and could be used for arcane uses. It took a while to break, even with his diamond pickaxe. Once he had enough to do the few crafts that he knew, he travelled back to the surface, his pockets and backpack full of ores, materials, and obsidian.

The first thing he did was return all of his materials to his chests. He then explored the island a little more. He found a plant growing that he recognized as Sugar Cane, which could be used to create paper, as well as for sugar. He also found cows. He killed the cows, and got plenty of food and leather. He made paper with most of the sugarcane, and using leather turned it in to books. He created an enchanting table, and then many bookshelves. He had collected strange, bound books in his adventures. They were written in strange characters, but somehow he knew the pronunciation.

He placed his pickaxe in the table. He began chanting from one of the books, watching as the text he chanted engraved itself onto the book in the table, and as his pickaxe began to glow. Not with light, but with some ethereal power. He felt very tired after doing this, as if the magic he had done had drained his energy. He rested until he was no longer fatigued, then took it into the exposed patch of stone near his house. When he mined the stone, faster for some reason, it didn’t break into cobblestone. It stayed as stone. He found this interesting, and named its powers Silk Touch and Efficiency.

With his remaining obsidian, he built a rectangular frame. It was reported, with fire, to open a doorway to another world. With flint and steel, although the steel was actually iron, he lit the rectangular frame on fire. The center of the frame turned into a purple swirling mass. He stepped in, now wearing iron plate mail, and found himself in a similar portal on the other side. However, he was not in the same world. This world was a world of fire and lava. He saw a fortress in the distance, and walked towards it.

Creatures of fire flew around it. They seemed to just be heads and bodies, with rods swirling around them. They hurled fireballs at him as he came nearer. He deflected them, and killed them. He pulled the rods that circled them from their corpses, and put them in his backpack. He decided to call them Blaze Rods, and the creatures that they circled Blazes.

He returned to his world after a while, and then he made a decision. He wanted to discover what these tall creatures were. He built a tower, as he was now an expert at building. He watched them from afar, but then he looked at one of their eyes. They saw him, and instantly teleported towards him. They attacked him. He fended them off with his now enchanted sword. When they died the seemed to teleport away, leaving a pearl behind them, and sometimes an aggressive critter.

He collected the pearls, and mashed the blaze rods into dust, then combined them. Instead of a pearly sphere, an eye now gazed back on him. Whichever angle he looked at it from, the eye still stared back at him.

He tossed it away from him in fear. It levitated in a direction, then fell. He followed it and threw it again, his curiosity now overtaking him.

It eventually phased through the ground. He took out his shovel and pickaxe, and began mining downwards. Then he fell into some sort of fortress or stronghold. He retrieved his mysterious Eye, and set off to explore. He found chests full of valuables. He took these, and upgraded his gear. He found a mysterious room, with a strange frame. It was beautifully decorated. Every meter or so on this frame, there was an open holder with claws with a space that was the same size as the Eye sphere. He placed one in, and the claws closed on it. He couldn’t take it out.

He made more eyes with the Blaze powder and pearls, and filled all of the empty frame pieces. Then the portal opened. He jumped in.

He found himself in a place lit with an ethereal glow, just like that of the storm. The tall creatures, which he had dubbed Endermen, swarmed the place. And then a dragon flew out of the strange sky. Using his sword, he struck the dragon. The dragon wailed, and turned tail. It was zapped by a beam from a crystal, and the gash that he had made in the dragon healed. He pulled a bow out of his backpack, and shot an arrow at the crystal. It exploded.

The dragon flew back at him. This time, he didn’t strike. He jumped on its back, avoiding its spikes. He made gash after gash until the dragon started to disappear, small piece after piece until there was nothing left. He jumped off of the dragon before it faded, and landed on top of a new feature in the landscape. A portal back to the world.

He jumped in, feeling a feeling like when he had ‘died’ on his first night. But he hadn’t died. He was still wearing his equipment. Voices spoke in his head, but some parts of what they said he couldn’t understand.

Then he was back on his beach. He walked towards his tower that poked above the forest where he lived. He also could see his house now.

He decided to make a boat, and sail back to spawn, as he found that when Redstone was sprinkled on an iron spike and suspended and balanced above the ground would point towards Spawn. He made a smaller, handheld version.

He sailed toward it, only to find a different village in its place. The village was made of very simple structures. And the villagers only seemed to want to trade for his emeralds. He knew this was not home, and in despair, knew that he would never find home. He knew that it was gone, that the Endermen had done something to his world, changed it. Or, he realized, he had been placed in another. And then he remembered that this had happened many times before. His home was an eternity away. He went on adventures, and then suddenly would find himself on another beach, in another plain, on another desert, beneath another forest.