Chapter 1: Spawned
The sun began to rise over the world, gracing it with it's presence yet again.
He slowly came to his senses as he watched the beautiful sunrise. He was in front of a river, with a forest to his back. Several animals were wandering about the landscape with no particular ambition. He could feel the presence of dark forces fleeing… or at least ignoring him.
He snapped himself back to reality. He needed to do something.
He turned toward the forest. There were several chickens roaming about. A few sheep. A cow. But there were also trees. LOTS of trees. He began to approach one, slowly and surely. It was a beautiful specimen. Oak. But there was also some birch to the side. He'd collect those later. For now, he needed the tree's wood. But how would he do that? He paused
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He looked at his fist.
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He began punching the tree.
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CRACK!
The wood block turned small. It fell into his hands.
He didn't need it at the moment. Then it disappeared. He blinked for a few seconds. He tried willing it back. It appeared in his hand. He placed it carefully on a grass block. It grew back to normal size. He punched it again to take it back. This time he dropped it. It was still small. He picked it back up again. He realized that the block he took from the tree was right in the middle. It didn't even fall over.
He didn't have time to make sense of it all. He needed to gather more wood.
He kept punching the wood blocks. When he was done he had 15 of them. He looked up in the sky. The sun was about to be halfway over with it's journey. He came back to the ravine, and there was a cave on the other side. There was also some sheep. He would need them for later…
For now, his focus was the cave. It's entrance seemed like a pretty good place to start work. With some minor struggle, he swam across the ravine. The second he stepped out of it, he wasn't wet. Weird. He ran to the cave entrance. He took out a wood block. He focused on it for a while. It began to shake. Suddenly, it split into four separate wooden planks. He looked at the collection of wood in his hands. He tried willing it back together. The blocks shook again and merged, but instead of turning into a wood block, they turned into something else.
They turned into a crafting table.
He wasted no time getting to work from there. He took out 11 of his wooden blocks, and turned them all into planks. Of his 44 planks, he set 18 aside. He decided to try putting two blocks on top of one another on the crafting grid. Once again, they began to vibrate, transforming into 4 sticks. He did the same with his other 24 wood blocks. Then he decided to get tricky. Cautiously, he placed two wood planks and a stick in a vertical row, with the stick at the bottom. To his surprise & joy, they began to shake…
...and they fused into a wooden sword.
He stood there for a few seconds. He picked up his creation in awe and wonder. For fun he slashed the weapon into the air. It didn't sound like it could do massive damage… just enough. He put it to the side and continued crafting. At this point, he had a pickaxe, a hoe, a shovel, and an axe. He looked to the sky again, and jumped out of shock.
The day was just a quarter away from ending.
He began to panic. Something told him the dark was not a friendly companion. But what could he do? Sure he had a sword, but it was still pretty basic! He couldn't build a shelter the way he was panicking! Then he turned to the cave. He noticed the stone on the floor. He pulled out his pickaxe, and started to mine. He didn't need much stone; he just needed enough to build… something. He stopped when he had 8 pieces. He quickly ran to his crafting table, placing the now cobblestone blocks everywhere but the middle. The blocks fused, creating the something he needed: a furnace.
He made a silent prayer of thanks to the universe, and continued his work.
He grabbed four wood planks and four wood blocks. He set the planks at the bottom for fuel, and began to burn the blocks. But he still needed to collect more resources in the meantime! Luckily, he spotted the sheep. His hand suddenly carried a wooden sword.
He only killed the three white sheep in the area. The had left some meat and three wool blocks before departing this reality. He didn't need the meat yet. He just needed the wool. He considered putting his plan into practice already, but the furnace was still burning. He still needed one last component. He looked to the ground… and picked out a shovel.
When the furnace had finished burning, there was a gigantic hole near the cave. He had already picked up 64 pieces of dirt, which was slightly more than he needed. He quickly climbed out of the hole. There was only a few moments of daylight left… He took out the charcoal from the furnace, the wooden planks now an intangible memory. Surely enough, they were just what he needed. Before he could use them however, he needed to take care of more pressing matters. He used his remaining crafted resources to build an extra sword, pickaxe, and two shovels. He then put the 3 wool blocks horizontally over three wood blocks, which suddenly fused into a bed.
Nightfall was seconds away.
He used his pickaxe and axe to take back the furnace and the crafting table, respectively. He then took out the 4 sticks and four charcoal pieces, and willed them together. When he opened his hands, he was holding 16 torches. He quickly pulled out his dirt blocks, and darted for a clearing in the forest. Once he was there, he jumped… and placed the block below him. Then he did it again… and again… and again. He began hearing dreadful moans, spine chilling rattles, and malicious hissing. They slowly started to dim as he got higher, but were still present regardless. Finally, he stopped when he reached 60 blocks. He proceeded with caution to the edge, hunching over and walking slowly. Since it was dark, he could barely make out small darts of movement from one place to another. The ominous sounds of the night continued to hinder his train of thought. The darkness surrounded him on every corner. Then he suddenly remembered… the darkness…
He quickly pulled out a torch and placed it on top of the block.
He was tempted to yell at the sudden burst of light, but figured it wouldn't improve his chances of living. While it was nice and bright up there, he still couldn't make out the shapes of the movement down below. After grasping his situation, he took out another dirt block. Slightly hesitant, he placed it on the side of his tower. Then he waited… and waited… Being impatient, he stepped on the block… it didn't fall. Relieved, he placed another dirt block next to it, and the placed his bed. It wasn't an ideal setup, but it worked. Assured that he was currently safe, he climbed into his bed. The world began to fade, as he drifted off to sleep…
This was only the beginning.
Pickaxe
A Minecraft FanFiction
Book One: Overworlder
Author's Note: Hey guys, thank you for reading! I wanted to continue writing FanFiction, but I wasn't quite comfortable with going back to Smash Bros. just yet, so I'm making a Minecraft FanFiction! I'm just going to warn you guys right now, I have VERY, VERY little experience with the actual game, but I do have some decent knowledge on it, so please, bear with me. Ok? Ok. Bye!