Disclaimer: I do not own Minecraft
* I gave Steve the fictional last name of Kings and the two names will be used interchangeably *
Also this is my first fanfiction, so forgive any errors or awkwardness
Steve Kings, Kings which he preferred, decided today that it is sunset he appreciates more than sunrise. The rising sun seems to boast such arrogance over the chill land rather than shy away in death as it does each night. Of course the sun is inanimate, intangible, a mocking sphere of raging heat and energy. The giant star wouldn't have an attitude. It is only Kings with the attitude.
Shifting uncomfortably in the grass, upon a hill, he lets out a deep sigh. The blue diamond armor he has hugged around his body seemed lighter when he had put it on the night before. The ten hour mob-slaying has left him exhausted, bloody and hungry. His enchanted diamond sword stands beside him, stuck into the dirt tilted towards the awakening sun. If it was not for Kings' pets at home, he felt he would lie on his back and die. He knows though fading off into the peaceful slumbers of death would not come so easy for him because of a certain someone. Before Kings could answer to Notch in the afterlife, he would first have to answer to Alex in the Overworld.
Biting back the yelps, Kings shakenly stands to feet reaching out to his sword for balance. Able to regain posture, Kings looks down below the mountain edges and stares fondly at the small village in walking distance.
Barcencetta, the village, is Kings only neighbors in the grassland biome and is home to his best friend Alex. Grudging the tedious climb down, Kings rips out his sword from the dry dirt and uses it as his walking stick, slowly shifting from one ledge to another, scaling down the hill.
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Alex hums patiently as her family finishes eating their breakfast. The green-eyed blonde loves mornings. Though, when she hums it is a sign of nervousness or worry. Her husband, a young villager named Tykus, doesn't bother to ask for he already knows who's on her mind; Steve Kings.
Tykus would never admit it out loud, not even on his death bed, but he is jealous of Steve. The miner's physical appearance surpasses his drastically. Steve was toned, sported a close cut beard which chiseled his face and had thick dark brown hair while Tykus was more on the chubby side, with thin light colored hair. Steve holds the beauty and wonder of an ocelot, while Tykus compared himself to one of the brutish iron golems. Tykus would admit however, that it is his well-rounded character and sense family morals that won Alex over to him instead of Steve. Steve was nice, but selfish, introverted and has no since of stability. Besides he was a miner, and usually they die young because of the constant toxic fumes they breathe while working. Tykus knows Alex made the right choice.
Lasmo, their four year old toddler son, swallows down the last of his oatmeal. Licking the corners of his mouth he pulls out from the table hopping down to the floor. Being a sociable creature, school was actually exciting for him. Too zoned out in her own thoughts, Alex fails to notice Lasmo's rushed movements to his bedroom. In seconds he returns with a brown sack swung around his tiny body, with no hesitation opening the front door.
"Alex! Lasmo wait for your mother."
Tykus calls out, halting Lasmo instantly. Alex stops her light humming and focuses on her son. Lasmo beams at her, hand still tightly grasp on the door knob. "Sorry dear. Let's go sweetie." Alex says, gently placing her hand Lasmo's soft blonde curls. She blows a kiss to Tykus as she turns out the door, Tykus simply smiles, waving his hand as if to catch the imaginary kiss.
The cool morning offers a sweet breeze as the two walk hand and hand down the brightly colored brick street. Barcencetta was home to over thirty adult villagers, fifteen elders, and eighteen children from ages two through seventeen. School was a nothing more than a large multifunction building that serves as the public library, theater and on occasions, chili contests. Four days a week it was reserved for school, with volunteers who served as teachers. The education is vocational. For such a rural area there is no need for fancy degrees in certain professions, unless the child plans to move away into a large city. But most folks stay in their little villages, loving the simple life and open air.
"Oh Alex, Lasmo. Good morning!"
Dandra sings out to the approaching duo. Dandra is a heavy set woman, short chestnut hair and happens to be Lasmo's teacher. "Morning Ms. Dandra!" Lasmo runs from his mother to the welcoming arms of Dandra. She hugs him briefly, pulls back and looks up to Alex. Alex smiles, "Good Morning. It's so nice out today." Dandra nods in agreement.
"Lasmo, how about you say goodbye to your mother and head inside. Some of your friends are already here."
Lasmo's eyes light up with pure joy. He throws himself at his mother, who catches in him a bear hug. Alex plants kisses all over his cheeky face.
"I love you. Be good and have fun."
"You too mommy and I will!"
Alex releases him. Lasmo quickly races off, waving to her before disappearing into the building. Dandra walks up beside Alex, brushing the bangs from her face.
"Last night, did you hear the screaming?" Dandra asks quietly keeping her eyes forward.
The screaming, Alex could remember waking immediately after the horrible noise. Tykus was already up. They didn't want to think of what could have happen. Even with the two iron golems that roam the village side, there has been cases of mobs, particularly zombies, breaking into homes. Though last night was different, Steve was out there. What if it was him screaming?
"Tykus and I were awoken by it, yes. Do I want to know what happened?" Alex grimly answers.
Dandra leans in closer to Alex, not wanting the gossip to spread to nearby ears. "Apparently, Judie was awoken by a strange noise last night in her garden. She lite a torch and peeked out her door, thinking it was a zombie caught on something or a giant spider feeding on small animal. What she saw was a pair of glowing green eyes staring back at her!" Dandra leans back hoping to see the shock in Alex's face as she had when she was told. Alex shakes her head in disbelief.
"Glowing green eyes? I never heard of a creature out there with those. Is she sure they were green? Maybe the torch played a trick on her or something." Alex reasons, trying to calm her nerves. Dandra sighs. "You could ask Judie yourself, though I don't think she is in much of a talkative mood. She's so spooked she hasn't left the bed, at least that's what her sisters says. I talked to her early this morn."
Alex shakenly nods, more worried that Steve could have encountered the strange creature, if it did exist. Groups of children walk in from each direction. Dandra begins to waves to each bundle of bright faces.
"Well dear, we can chat later. See you around." Dandra says breaking away from Alex following the pacts of youngsters. Alex scratches her head, not like the unsettling feeling growing in the pit of her stomach. She decides that she will wait in the usual spot for Steve when he has his all night slaughters.
By this time in the morning most villagers were busy away doing their jobs, leaving the streets somewhat empty but the air full of sound. The farmers are attending crops and cattle, the blacksmith's hammer away at hot iron, priests' opens the doors to their churches, the construction men, such as Tykus, are working on a project, expanding a section of the village. One day the school will have its own building as well as the theater.
Making her way to the outskirts of Barcencetta, Alex turns back and looks at the place she calls home. To think at one time the small village was only five buildings big, yet now a striving twenty buildings wide with a neighborhood. Up ahead stands the large spotted Birch tree that Steve and Alex promised to be their meeting ground. Her heart sinks as the shaded patch of grass was shielding no such miner. Alex pushes down her worries and sits between two red flowers. Pulling her blonde hair over to one shoulder she plays with it around her finger, humming softly to herself.
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As much as his achy legs begged to collapse on the ground, Kings struggled on pushing himself further and further down the grassy hill. He could see the rustling leaves of the Birch tree, limping closer his ears detected the melodic hum of Alex. Kings stops and removes his helmet. He studies his reflection, noticing the dirt and small cuts speckling his face. He rummages in his pockets and pulls out a tiny glass of water. Dossing his face in the luke-warm liquid, he scrubs away the dirt and dried blood. Alex was a married woman now so his chances of winning her affection was over, but he strived to be the one she regretted not choosing. Placing his helmet back on, Kings straightens his armor and tries his best to strut over.
The cling of diamond scratching against diamond perks Alex's head up over to the right. The immediate eye contact breaks Kings' concentration and his strut crumbles to awkward stumbling, eventually leading him to his down fall. Alex gasps and runs to his side.
"Are you alright? Where are you hurt?" She lashes out the questions with concern dripping off every word. Her pale hands reaches under him as she tries to roll him on his back. Kings is able to turn over with her effort and exhales deeply. "I'm fine, I'm fine. Just some scratches, bruises, etc. How are you?" He tilts up his chin and smirks. The smugness attitude relieves Alex; the miner is okay.
With some help Kings is able to stand once again and this time walks normally under the shade of the Birch tree. He wastes no time removing his armor and tossing it over to one side then promptly rest his back against the trunk of the tree. Alex sits beside him looking off into the direction of Barcencetta.
"How was your hunt?" Alex ask with a tinge of annoyance. Kings is well aware of her disapproval of such a risky activity. Kings shrugs his shoulders, "The usual. Got surrounded a few times by some skeletons but they weren't that much of a challenge."
The conversation with Dandra pops into Alex's mind. Alex wonders if she should bother to bring it up or wait until she could speak to Judie herself. Though, maybe with the mob expert Kings, Judie may be willing to share her story.
"Steve, umm Kings, have you by any chance come across a creature with green glowing eyes?" Alex is not sure why her voice is shaky as she speaks. Kings closes his eyes as if searching his mental data base for anything of the sort. He shakes his head, "Nope. Though that would be interesting. Why do you ask?"
"Because Judie, last night, saw a creature in her garden with glowing green eyes. And I never heard of such a thing but I also don't go out at night to fight those monsters. I figured you of all people would know."
Kings nods but now the issue of the creature has sparked his curiosity. A powerful yawn overtakes him and his hands instinctively rub his eyes. Alex mentally slaps herself. She was to see if Kings was okay and send him home. The miner has to be exhausted from hours of sword flinging and running.
"Alright, you need to go home and rest." Alex says, standing to her feet. She reaches out her hand to Kings who gently pushes it away. Alex rolls her eyes as the stubborn miner fumbles against the tree using it as his guide to stand. Before he could protest Alex picks up his chest plate and helmet, she hides her surprise of how light the armor actually was. How Kings was moving it in, makes it appear much heavier. As they walk back to Barcencetta Alex quickly notice the armor growing heavier with each foot step.
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They make it to the stables where Kings houses his white and grey spotted horse, Milky. Milky showed no acknowledgment to the approaching miner and blonde. Alex is always put off from the lack of affection between Kings and Milky. It wasn't just Milky, Kings has another horse he rarely rides named Mud, she is a pure brown mare and she too shows no acknowledgement of him. Alex hopes Kings has a better relationship with his three dogs.
"Are you sure you don't want something to eat?" Alex asks again, watching Kings climb his way on Milky. Once seated, Alex puts his armor in the saddle bag.
"No. I just want to sleep. Thankfully I only live a few miles from here. Look, how about I come back tomorrow? I want to talk to Judie."
Alex nods glad that Kings was offering to do so without her asking.
"You know, you could just move in here. Tykus and others are expanding a bit. I'm sure you could afford a house." Alex has offered the residential village many times and each one Kings shoots her down. Today was no different.
"I like living in my mountain side home, by myself."
"You're alone to much Kings."
"Whose fault is that beautiful?"
Alex could have spit something back however, the hurt look in his eyes made her hold her tongue. It's been almost six years since she made the decision to marry Tykus despite knowing Steve's feelings for her. It was the hardest thing she ever had to do…but you love who you love. She finds it a miracle that Steve can still be her friend.
"I'll be by sometime in the afternoon. Don't wait up." Kings waves riding off, leaving Alex alone at the stables.
I hope chapter one was somewhat interesting to read. I don't ship Enderman (or mobs in general) and Steve pairings but I thought this would be challenging to pull off so hopefully I can :) This chapter was Alex heavy but the focus will be on Steve eventually.