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I am the survivor. Among the shimmering gloss of my enchanted diamond armor and sword, lay the spattered the blood of my existence and pride. Everyday, it’s been like this. Why is it difficult now? I give up for the day. My breathing steadies as I headed back into the portal. On my way home, I jugged down a couple potions or two. The bitter entrails of medicine make me feel lightheaded to my core. Ugh. Tomorrow I knew I would have to face that wretched scenery of the nether again. Was this really what I wanted? I slug my way up to the rustic castle that my family had built for themselves. At one time, this place was filled with happiness…Once I arrive, I stare at the clock. Huh…it’s 12. I guess I was in there for a little too long. Exhausted, I lay down in my bed and reach my point of equilibrium for the day. My mind was blank. I turn to my side. Through the stained glass beside me, the lonely square shapes and stars were enveloped by the darkness. Everything is so peaceful…that it scares me. The silence of the night just reminds me of…of…I drift my way into oblivion…How..how did it come to this?
Two and a half decades ago, my dad used to work in this “world.” He was one of the first. Spawned here in this uncharted realm. There were many, actually. One spawned in after another. On that first day many were disoriented and dazed. Who put them there was a mystery. They were chess pieces on a board with no player to move them. Villagers and animals were their only accompaniment. Hoping for an explanation was too far for them to reach. Hope hadn’t existed…not after the midnight monsters nearly wiped them out. They were hopeless, but weren’t afraid to fight.
5 years had passed. The community of people continuously grew; and so did their intelligence about this cube world. New discoveries were their only chances of surviving. Ores were tools for weaponry and armor. New recipes were used at the castle’s convenience. My dad mined the ores and everything was fine. Dad then met mom, a strong huntress. 5 years later, the miner and huntress had their first son, Brynn. Brynn was trained by mom to one day become a strong hunter just as she was. Evidently, Brynn became a Hero to the town after he had defeated the ghouling ghasts that crept their way in to the over world. He was then known as Brynn, the Hero. Hero Brynn for short. Of course, that was a happy time for everyone. Though, all good things had to come to an end…eventually.
That happiness ran out ten more years later. The miner and the huntress had another son, whom was I, Stevie. However, I wasn’t brought into the world with joy and delight. Mom had faced her death after the delivery of me. At the time, I was too little to think of it as anything after all. Though, that fact didn’t seem to stop my brother for hating me because of it.
When I was a bit older, our community grew to be a powerful one. However, something unusual had been raised in the castle. The prophet of the castle warned us of something that I would not forget. A growing darkness within this world. “WE ALL WILL PERISH! OH HELP US” he kept yelling. Of course, everyone hadn’t believed one word of it. The idea had seemed to farfetched to be real. After all, we have been living here for quite some time now. Nothing like this had surfaced before. Though…I don’t know how…but…I’d wished we’d listened to that old coot…
One day, I sat among the wheat fields and something strange had appeared… My curiosity for it was unleashed “Ooh! What is this? Maybe if I’ll bring it to daddy, he’ll tell me!” And so…I approached this mystifying object. When I held out my arm however, something prevented me from grabbing it. It displayed an unusual aura that I couldn’t explain…and aura that was…dark. I only caught a glimpse of it’s form until it had vanished from my sight. When I came home that night, I’d told my dad about the dark aura emitting from the strange object I found. He’d only looked at me with disapproving eyes and a worried look.
The following day the whole castle had a meeting on the matter. They all went searching for something that night. I, then was completely clueless as to what was going on. Strange eyes that illuminated among the dark night led our community astray from the stone paths into a bright cave. I couldn’t remember the conversations of that night, but I did remember the burning embers of curiosity in everyones eyes just as strong as my curiosity for the dark aura of that mysterious object. My dad and my brother also fought that night. “I WILL be the savior of this CASTLE! You will do NOTHING TO STOP ME,” Brynn had yelled. “I can’t…lose ANYONE ELSE!,” Dad sobbed. The next morning, Brynn volunteered to go into that strange cave. “Hero Brynn! Protect us all! Give us your strength!” We all watched as my only brother descended into the darkness to fulfill his duties. Hours turned into days. Brynn still hasn’t come home. It was a week until dad finally snapped. He called the castle to a meeting. “Listen up! We are going to rescue Hero Brynn!” Many people were for it…others were against it…In the end, everyone had to go.
I was packing my things until dad stopped me. “Stevie…you need…you need to stay here.” I wasn’t surprised. After losing my mom and Brynn, he would never want to risk me too. “But dad I wanna see Brynn! I can’t just stay here!” I pleaded…but to no avail. I wanted to argue even more…but when I saw those tears streaming down his face… It reminded me of the time I was born. I did as my father wished “I love you Stevie. Always remember this.” My dad and the rest of the castle, then set off into the cave. I waited for him…my dad…he never came home. No one did. What felt like hours turned into days, then into months…finally a whole year passed. They weren’t coming home were they…It was…silent.
Ever since then, I fought…I trained…I wanted to see them again. I traveled into the nether just to get stronger. I used what I could. I wanted to explore. Years had passed, and I had enough courage to enter that cave…when I did…all I could feel was that dark aura swallowing me. I woke up to a dark sky. This wasn’t home. The next thing I heard was the roar of a Dragon…It spoke to me… “What are you doing here, Steve of the Overworld?” It’s melancholy voice shook me. “I am here…to rescue what was lost!” I yelled. “Oh? And you intend to defeat me? Don’t be silly…Not even your father could defeat me…What a silly Notch in my belt he was… like everyone else, your life ENDS HERE!” I had the courage as strong as graphite. I readily grabbed my bow, and dodged every hit I could. One hit, two hits, three hits. I don’t know how much timed passed until… “It looks like both you and I are running out on life Steve, of the Overworld” Boy that really irritates me…I drew my bow “My name’s Stevie. I am the Survivor” I released and so did my body…I don’t remember much…I collapsed and then…and then..I drift my way into oblivion…How..how did it come to this? I wake up with no memory at all…What..what am I doing here? The sun shined and glistened, at this, I smiled. I was a survivor.
If you enjoyed my story please give a diamond and Thank you for reading it! ^w^
Two and a half decades ago, my dad used to work in this “world.” He was one of the first. Spawned here in this uncharted realm. There were many, actually. One spawned in after another. On that first day many were disoriented and dazed. Who put them there was a mystery. They were chess pieces on a board with no player to move them. Villagers and animals were their only accompaniment. Hoping for an explanation was too far for them to reach. Hope hadn’t existed…not after the midnight monsters nearly wiped them out. They were hopeless, but weren’t afraid to fight.
5 years had passed. The community of people continuously grew; and so did their intelligence about this cube world. New discoveries were their only chances of surviving. Ores were tools for weaponry and armor. New recipes were used at the castle’s convenience. My dad mined the ores and everything was fine. Dad then met mom, a strong huntress. 5 years later, the miner and huntress had their first son, Brynn. Brynn was trained by mom to one day become a strong hunter just as she was. Evidently, Brynn became a Hero to the town after he had defeated the ghouling ghasts that crept their way in to the over world. He was then known as Brynn, the Hero. Hero Brynn for short. Of course, that was a happy time for everyone. Though, all good things had to come to an end…eventually.
That happiness ran out ten more years later. The miner and the huntress had another son, whom was I, Stevie. However, I wasn’t brought into the world with joy and delight. Mom had faced her death after the delivery of me. At the time, I was too little to think of it as anything after all. Though, that fact didn’t seem to stop my brother for hating me because of it.
When I was a bit older, our community grew to be a powerful one. However, something unusual had been raised in the castle. The prophet of the castle warned us of something that I would not forget. A growing darkness within this world. “WE ALL WILL PERISH! OH HELP US” he kept yelling. Of course, everyone hadn’t believed one word of it. The idea had seemed to farfetched to be real. After all, we have been living here for quite some time now. Nothing like this had surfaced before. Though…I don’t know how…but…I’d wished we’d listened to that old coot…
One day, I sat among the wheat fields and something strange had appeared… My curiosity for it was unleashed “Ooh! What is this? Maybe if I’ll bring it to daddy, he’ll tell me!” And so…I approached this mystifying object. When I held out my arm however, something prevented me from grabbing it. It displayed an unusual aura that I couldn’t explain…and aura that was…dark. I only caught a glimpse of it’s form until it had vanished from my sight. When I came home that night, I’d told my dad about the dark aura emitting from the strange object I found. He’d only looked at me with disapproving eyes and a worried look.
The following day the whole castle had a meeting on the matter. They all went searching for something that night. I, then was completely clueless as to what was going on. Strange eyes that illuminated among the dark night led our community astray from the stone paths into a bright cave. I couldn’t remember the conversations of that night, but I did remember the burning embers of curiosity in everyones eyes just as strong as my curiosity for the dark aura of that mysterious object. My dad and my brother also fought that night. “I WILL be the savior of this CASTLE! You will do NOTHING TO STOP ME,” Brynn had yelled. “I can’t…lose ANYONE ELSE!,” Dad sobbed. The next morning, Brynn volunteered to go into that strange cave. “Hero Brynn! Protect us all! Give us your strength!” We all watched as my only brother descended into the darkness to fulfill his duties. Hours turned into days. Brynn still hasn’t come home. It was a week until dad finally snapped. He called the castle to a meeting. “Listen up! We are going to rescue Hero Brynn!” Many people were for it…others were against it…In the end, everyone had to go.
I was packing my things until dad stopped me. “Stevie…you need…you need to stay here.” I wasn’t surprised. After losing my mom and Brynn, he would never want to risk me too. “But dad I wanna see Brynn! I can’t just stay here!” I pleaded…but to no avail. I wanted to argue even more…but when I saw those tears streaming down his face… It reminded me of the time I was born. I did as my father wished “I love you Stevie. Always remember this.” My dad and the rest of the castle, then set off into the cave. I waited for him…my dad…he never came home. No one did. What felt like hours turned into days, then into months…finally a whole year passed. They weren’t coming home were they…It was…silent.
Ever since then, I fought…I trained…I wanted to see them again. I traveled into the nether just to get stronger. I used what I could. I wanted to explore. Years had passed, and I had enough courage to enter that cave…when I did…all I could feel was that dark aura swallowing me. I woke up to a dark sky. This wasn’t home. The next thing I heard was the roar of a Dragon…It spoke to me… “What are you doing here, Steve of the Overworld?” It’s melancholy voice shook me. “I am here…to rescue what was lost!” I yelled. “Oh? And you intend to defeat me? Don’t be silly…Not even your father could defeat me…What a silly Notch in my belt he was… like everyone else, your life ENDS HERE!” I had the courage as strong as graphite. I readily grabbed my bow, and dodged every hit I could. One hit, two hits, three hits. I don’t know how much timed passed until… “It looks like both you and I are running out on life Steve, of the Overworld” Boy that really irritates me…I drew my bow “My name’s Stevie. I am the Survivor” I released and so did my body…I don’t remember much…I collapsed and then…and then..I drift my way into oblivion…How..how did it come to this? I wake up with no memory at all…What..what am I doing here? The sun shined and glistened, at this, I smiled. I was a survivor.
If you enjoyed my story please give a diamond and Thank you for reading it! ^w^
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