Hey guys! This is the first chapter of my new Minecraft series. I know, it's VERY short. I just wanted to throw this little chapter out there, to see what people think. I won't continue it unless people like it, so make sure to leave a review! Criticism is greatly appreciated.
Crack, crack, crack
Steve swung his pick into the tough underground rock, counting each hack as he did so. "Forty-seven, forty eight forty nine" he muttered softly. Steve took a momentary break to check his clock. The little sun dial pointed up, signifying noontime outside. He had promised himself that he'd remember to feed Snout at sunset. Snout was Steve's pet pig, who was currently in his pen up in the house.
He chipped away at the rock only a bit more before revealing little black specs in the stone. Coal.
"Good" he said to himself, "I've been running low" He mined every block of it, then looked at the bottom of his pick, towards its health bar. Only a small red line was shown. Steve cursed, turning and making his way up the blocky cobblestone staircase. He came out into his small, white living room, nicknamed "The Hub". In here was every chest, furnace and crafting table, neatly placed and organized against the back wall. He retrieved some wood out of a chest and, using some cobble from his inventory, crafted another pickaxe.
This was Steve's life. He had been mining minerals day after day, ever since he woke up on that beach. He had no memory of who heS was or how he'd gotten there. So Steve was forced to build a house, and defend himself against the mysterious creatures that came from the dark. He started on that beach with nothing except for a small leather-bound book, titled "Bible of Minecraftia". In it held the knowledge of the legendary Notch, who created this world from scratch, and the infamous Herobrine, who ruled over the Nether realm and sought to lay waste to all living things. From the title, Steve concluded that he had somehow been brainwashed and moved into a world named Minecraftia. No, not a world. The world. Because this was the only world in existence . . .right? This magical world, where everything was a block.
He made his way through the complex maze of mineshafts he had created. As he was making his way down a long ladder, He noticed something. For the first time in months, something changed. He saw a hallway, with a sign above it that said "Hall #7". That was strange. Steve swore his hallways in this wing only went up to 6. . .He decided to explore it. Steve cautiously entered the corridor, drawing his iron sword. The corridor twisted and turned through the ground before eventually opening into a large room. In the center of that room was something very bizarre. It was a portal. But it wasn't the recognizable purple nether portal, or even the black portal that Steve red about in his bible. No, this was different. This was red. And it, with a large bang, it sucked Steve straight into it.
