The Mine-craft:Dawn of Darkness!
Chapter 1: Through the night! Part 1.
(Hello everyone! Ravens blade here! This is my first story on this website. Hope you enjoy! How I came up with it? Well, I was playing Hexxit one day and I was like, Hey!, this is a good setting for a story! So, I decided to make it a full chapter book. Leave helpful comments! If I write three chapters with no encouragement to continue I will stop the story. If you guys are supportive I will try to do a new chapter every week. Enjoy! PS. I will try to reply to questions in comments.)
Lightning forked the sky, splitting the heavens above. Down below, in the thick growth of the forest, Steve was fleeing from the horde of monsters in hope of surviving this night. His cubic hands, feet and torso were tired from the stress. His whole body felt threatened by the chance of collapsing. He glanced off to the side, catching a glimpse of one of the persistent monsters chasing, blood-thirstily, behind him.
The rain thundered from the sky, making the grassy surface ahead muddy and unstable. Suddenly, Steve's nose flared as a scent of burning wood wafted into his square nostrils. This smell, he remembered very well, It was the sweet smell of his home and its pleasant fire, burning in the living room's fireplace. He was so close, so close that he could hear the appealing crackling of the burning wood.
He clambered through what was left of the forest, emerging into a plains biome. In the distance, barely jutting out of the horizon, was his lifelong home. He could now see the smoke rising into the air and then dispersing. Behind, the mob of monsters were still keen on ripping him limb from limb and then feasting on his flesh. He yearned to be in the safety of his home.
He could remember why he was in this mess. He should have known not to come here after dusk, especially without armour or his sword, bow and stack of arrows. He began to approach his home. Finally, he arrived at the door, opening it and shutting it behind him, just barely avoiding a reach from one of the monsters. He looked through the window embedded in his door.
"Zombies..." he said to himself. His body trembling at one look at their distorted and disembodied faces.
He turned, hoping to relax next to the fire, when a loud BANG!, could be heard from behind him. His inner fear now became reality...they were breaking the door down. His heart began to race, pounding against the walls of his rib-cage. Realizing he would need to fight sooner or later, he descended down the stairs leading to his underground armoury. Torches lined the walls, leading down into the seemingly never-ending abyss below. He stood in front of an iron door looming in front of him, as he attempted to open it, there was an ear-splitting explosion that reverberated the wooden structure that was his home.
Steve charged through the steel door and scanned the room, a glint of pride flared in his eyes as he saw the room lined with armour, swords and other varieties of weapons. Remembering his situation, he was once again filled with paranoia. He gathered the best of his assortment of equipment. Diamond breastplate, diamond leggings, boots and iron helmet. He also manged to retrieve his bow and quiver with two sixty-four stacks of arrows. Then, with a sense of urgency, he strutted over to his trusty and loyal sword. Crafted out of the diamonds he spent countless of day and night cycles to discover. It was his first diamond tool and held a special and memorable place in his heart. Now he was ready to fight...