Heya.

Minecraft story. Things happening. Violence definitely. Swears occasionally. Sexy times not to be found.

I'm expecting putting a story up here to be like spitting into the ocean, as opposed to the MC forums where it's more like spitting into someone's cup, but we'll see. Any and all R&R, even so harshly negative it's basically hate, is appreciated as long as it's explained.

Prologue.

In the beginning, there was nothing.

There was no light, no life, no land and no law.

And then there was the Jhavoor.

"Where iss sshe?" The kick that struck Acklan in the stomach was strong enough to crack rock, and made with a shin of bare bone. He was sent skidding backwards across the rain-slick dirt road and hit the bank with a resounding thwap of oiled leather hitting mud. "Where the hell iss sshe?" He was picked up by the collar of his coat and slammed repeatedly into a tree before being effortlessly held a good half-metre off the ground.

He coughed violently. "I don't know! I don't know who you're…"

"Wrong ansswer!"

He went sailing through the air before landing with a grating skid on the ground. He coughed again and winced with the action- he had felt some of his old ribs crack with that impact. He heard his horse Duncan whinnying in terror at the apparition that was throwing him around like a bag of old sticks, and below Duncan's horrified screams the hiss as rain steamed where it struck the apparition's scalding hot drum-taught skin.

"Sshut UP!"

Acklan turned himself over, half-slipping in the mud. The creature, whatever it was, was advancing on Duncan, sword raised. The horse thrashed and kicked, but it couldn't escape the cart it was pulling, and it couldn't pull the cart itself on account of the broken, blazing wheel that the monster had broken as it first appeared.

"Ssilence!" the terrible black sword came up in a swoop, trailing grey fire. It cut through the horse's neck without slowing and went on to bifurcate a significant portion of its skull. The severed part fell to the floor with a thud and a hiss.

And then the desiccation started.

The grey fire spread across the horse's body. Where it touched the gelding's hide the fur blackened and dried, tightening across Duncan's former skeleton. After maybe seven seconds the horse had withered away to some horrible aberration of sloughing skin and gleaming black bone.

Then, with a creak, it fell into pieces, collapsing into a pile of burnt hide and broken bones.

The creature turned its gaze on him and began striding towards him, its oversized limbs bringing it across the intervening distance disturbingly quickly. He panicked, scrabbling backwards through the mud.

Not fast enough.

The creature reached down and took him by the neck in one bony hand. It lifted him up again so that his feet dangled in the air and they were at each other's eye level…

Should have been at each others eye level.

Instead of eyeballs the creature had bleak, empty sockets. There was nothing in those eyes, not even the white of bone like you'd find in the eyes of a skeleton- there was nothing but absolute, total darkness.

The wither skeleton opened its mouth, skin already pulled tight over its oversized skull somehow finding room to stretch further. It opened its fanged, tongueless mouth, and against all laws of nature spoke to him again.

"Where. Iss. Sshe?"

From somewhere, Acklan realised he had drawn a tiny last bit of courage. He spat at the creatures face, and it was a good spit, with the perfect power and aim and everything.

"Fuck. You. Monster."

The wither skeleton sighed, and the last thing Acklan felt before the withering began was the cut of its blade biting into his neck.