Prologue:
The sky had been seared, and was now a dark shade of red. The only clouds visible were the ones made from the smoke that was emitted from the burning cityscape below. Amidst the wreckage was a boy running through the streets.
The boy, named Steve, was only told that he had to make it to the end of this street. No reasons, just an objective. Suddenly, a burning yellow ball of energy sent from somewhere in the sky landed on the ground next to him, and exploded upon contact with the surface.
Chunks of granite from the street whizzed by Steve's face. Mixed with the fact it was hard to breathe amongst all the smoke, the task of running down the street was not a simple one. But he had to press on.
A couple seconds later, Steve could hear the city's elder's voice. "Steve, hurry! There's not much time, the overload is beginning!" A black rock emiting a purple phenomenon came into view next to the elder. Steve finally reached it, and stepped on to it.
"Where will this take me? When can I come back? How do I know where to go?" Steve rapidly asked.
"There isn't time to explain, but I promise it will all be explained to y-" Another ball of energy landed behind the man interupting him.
Steve watched more beams of purple light emit from the rock below him. Suddenly, he felt weightless. His vision blurred and he could feel himself being lifted up. He heard another explosion before feeling a gust of wind. Steve blacked out.
Author's Notes: And thus the story begins. Fun fact, the original title of this story was going to be "Minecraftia", but that name is a bit overused. I switched it to "Minecraftolis" last second.