You may know me as an NPC villager. We seem useless. All we are seen as are creatures who do nothing but give unfair trades. Well, there's more to the story than that.

I am the last surviving NPC of my village. Here is my story.

I was just a little child at the time. A couple years old. We were in our house, my family and I, minding our own business, enjoying ourselves. It seemed like a normal night. But it all turned upside down.

We could hear it. Faint explosions could be heard. My father was brave enough to step outside to check. As soon as he came in, a look of horror was plastered onto his face, and he couldn't form words.

"It...it's them! We...need...to escape!" was all he could say. It was the last thing he would ever say. My mother quickly grabbed my little sister, even younger than me, and escorted my brother and I with her free hand. She took us outside of the house. Once we were out of view, she handed me my sister, and told me to hold my brother's hand. She told us to run into the forest, away from the village, and into the next village over. I was so young at the time, I didn't really understand. But, my instincts told me to run. I hugged my mother for the last time, and turned to flee. My siblings and I ran. We ran through the forest, not knowing where to go. Eventually, my brother got tired, so we stopped to rest. We rested in a cave that was lit up by a pool of lava. Just as we were about to leave, they showed up. We hid a little deeper into the cave, staying silent. But, my sister had other plans. She crawled out of our liitle hiding place, closer, and closer to them. I got up to grab her, but my brother held me back. He gave me a look of assurance, and dashed out to grab my sister. All I could here was laughing, and the sound of a diamond blade tearing through flesh. They left the cave, not knowing that I was there. I slowly got out of my hiding place, to inspect what they had done. My brother, lying, dead, on the floor, my sister, in the same state, in his arms. I was horrified. I couldn't move. Coming back to my senses, I decided to run out of the cave, and never look back.

I reached the next village over, only to find that it too, had been griefed. I was a little NPC, alone, no where to live, noone to take care of me.

From that day on, I spent my days, wandering the vast expansions of Minecraftia, hoping that someone, or something could just end it all...

And that...is the end of my story. For now...