Author Note: "The author plays Minecraft on 1.7.10, and that is where/when this story takes place. So, sorry, no rabbits for now. Although I do hope you enjoy what the author has in store for you, anyway ^^ This was inspired by one of her own Minecraft builds!"
X14, of Half-Moon. Moonlight.
They are destroying everything! The people... the towns...! They have plundered everything from this beautiful world!
They just couldn't share, could they?
Once upon a time, all which I really desired was to set my people free from the dismal land that was theirs. It's limited landscape only strengthened our desires for this fabled Land of the Over. For a long time, the Land of the Over was mere fiction to us. Something that we would tell our children.
Until one day...
-Chapter 1: After a Long Day's Work-
The sun was going down. I had to move fast!
My ironclad body was getting weaker as exhaustion crept over me. I hopped along the cubic landscape in the direction of my small cabin, which I could just barely see over the hill. The grass swayed beneath me, and the trees rustled next to me as the evening chill swept in over the land.
Almost there.
I panted, letting my lungs get used to the fresh air while they could. Being so deep under the ground was stifling. You wouldn't believe how it was at lava level. Even though it had paid off greatly.
I could hear moaning from just over the hill.
Made it!
I rushed through my door and slammed it shut just as the moonlight glinted off of pure white bones, appearing just from around a tree. I heard the skeleton rattle as it moved without muscles.
I slowly walked into the first room of my house, found a seat, and plopped myself down into it, my iron armor clanging as I did so. As if the clang was a call, I heard a bark from the other room. Turning to face the direction of my bedroom, I saw a large white streak heading from the doorway to me. Up into my lap lept Bayonet, my dog and my friend. No matter where I was, if I needed help he would be there at my defense. The wolf licked at my face, looking very happy to see me, despite how dirty I was. I stroked his fur, telling him "Hey, boy! Hey, little buddy! What was happening while I was gone, huh?" He just wagged his tail and looked up at me with huge brown eyes.
Suddenly, Bayonet started to wave his nose in the air as if he sensed something. His nose wandered to my hip pouch, before he paused, looking back up at me, wagging his tail faster. His tail made swishing noises against the floorboards. I laughed, taking my pouch off to reach into it and pull out a piece of raw beefsteak I was saving for him. The merchant in the nearest village was so kind as to give it to me - for a piece of my finest pay-off from all of the work I had done underground.
The corners of Bayonet's mouth turned slightly upwards as if into a smile as I held out the chunk of meat. He sniffed it for a second before taking it from my hand. I smiled as he laid at my feet, chewing his meal.
After a moment, I decided I had had enough rest and should put away what I had gathered from the mines this time. Hauling myself up, I wandered over to the other part of this room. I looked down at my pouch again, taking it out once more. I opened one of the large storage chests in front of me, then reached into my carrying pouch. I took a hold of an entire stack of cobblestone, taking it out and placing it into the chest, then a few stacks of iron and gold ores. I would smelt them down later. Then the big prize, one big, shining emerald. I would have had two, but I had to feed my dog.
Just as I was closing the chest, I heard a loud bang outside. Bayonet starting barking. I reached up and drew my sword, going back to the front room. A wandering, hungry zombie had apparently sensed that I was of the living and decided to drop by for a bite. He pounded his broken and bony fists against my door, trying to get at it's potential snack. I always had to be careful when fighting off this kind, for if they tear my flesh with so much as a sharp piece of the armor of their former selves, I could become as one with them.
I paused, watching it's movements carefully. It would swing it's decayed body backwards, rearing it's arms and fists, and then suddenly lurch forward against my door, it's pounding almost as loud as Bayonet's barking. I counted the seconds. I had to do this right.
On the very second that the zombie heaved it's carcass forward to pound on my door, I reared back and struck the door with my foot, kicking it open. The door smashed into the monster with so much force that it flew backwards. Just as luck would have it, the skeleton from earlier was still out there. As it saw my door open, it notched an arrow to it's thin bowstring and quickly shot. Instead of going at me, the arrow pierced itself through the skull of the zombie, destroying it instantly. I had my door closed and tightly bolted before the skeleton could fire another shot.
I leaned against the door frame, still tired from the day's work. I wandered over to the bedroom, carefully removing my armor and placing it beside the bed. My chestplate was cracked in many places. So were my boots. I scratched my sweaty back, sitting down on top of the mattress. I lifted up the bright red blanket, laying down under it with a sigh. Bayonet jumped up and lay down next to me. He shed, and my bed was covered in thick wolf hair, but I didn't care.
