Chapter 1: Prolog.
I was but a child, living in a time of peace in my village. Though I didn't really know if peace was the correct word to use in our situation. Since we had these horrible monsters bent on the total destruction of our village. If not for the constant protection of our noble hero and the powerful Iron Golems, I fear we would have been killed off long ago.
Nobody really knew where either of our protectors came from, or what they're real purpose was. The Warrior just came to our village one day began to lite the area, keeping the beast away, and keeping us safe during the bigger attacks, and repairing our village if a Creeper should explode. And the Golems just appeared in our village. They always seemed Invincible to us, yet they had they're limits, so when one died, we would give it a proper grave for its loyalty to us all.
Even though we had little to worry about, there came a tragic day, that would change our village and myself, and those closest to me.
Yet in order for you to truly understand this story, and how I fit into this, than I have to start at the beginning. So pull up a chair, because it's going to be a while before we get to my point in this story.
And I am back. This story is to help me when I am having writers block.
S.W.38. Signing off.
