Roofed forest biomes were dense and dark, he had always hated that about them, but now he was beyond thankful that it was so: it made it impossible for his pursuers to hit him with bows. As he silently and quickly weaved through the many trees, he could hear them attempting to bumble their way through the dense forest in heavy armor, at least letting him know where not to go. Then their movement ceased and was replaced with shouting, still nearer than he wanted but far enough away to know he was safe.

"He's too far into the wood to ever find him on foot," said a burly voice with an air of disapointment, "little scum got away"

"Don't be a fool," chuckled another voice, "There's one way to flush everything out of a forest."

The group went silent for a while and the runner stood, frozen with fear and curiosity. Suddenly he heard movement and dove out of sight into a small hole. But the things making the noise weren't humans, istead there hurried by him several rabbits and wolves. He crawled out of the hole and was passed by several more animals, slowler than the others, who were hurrying the same direction. He heard the sound of monsters the way the animals had come from and pulled his aged stone sword. But when he turned he saw nearly a hundred zombies, skeletons, and even creepers running towards him. He froze in shock at his oncoming doom but as he braced himself to die, he noticed that not a single one of the monsters was paying him any heed, sinply running. He looked confusedly again in the direction they'd come from and saw what they were running from. The trees a good hundred yards away had been replaced by a sea of fire that pushed forward like a wall coming to crush him. Then he did what all the creatures of the forest had done; he ran.

The animals and monsters had gotten too far ahead for him to see where they had gone, but he didn't think it mattered so long as he escaped the deadly blazing wall. So he ran blindly with as much speed as he could away from the ever quickening inferno, he could see an opening ahead and put in as much speed as he could straight to safe-GAH! As soon as he reached the clearing, he found the reason why there was one at all as a huge ravine opened at his feet, to massive to jump across. The walls were to sheer to climb up the far side, or even safely get down the near side. He had nothing to build a bridge with.

As the crackling of the flames grew louder, he searched to either side for a way around, on his left was a no go the chasm spread almost as far as he could see and the fire that side seemed to be finding fuel faster and spreading further than the rest. He looked right and immediatly regetted it. There, staring slightly at the ravine was an enderman. He could tell it felt his glance but he still immediatly sheilded his eyes, opened it wouldn't have noticed him. His hope failed as he heard the tall being warp and he felt its presence within a few feet of him. He stood there for a few seconds, waiting for the pain that never came as the flames grew louder.

After a painfully long moment, he peeked out and noticed the enderman looking at the flames with its head tilted. It sensed him look at it turned its head without turning its body. Now that he could see its face, he noticed a large scar running down the left side of it, going over the left eye which seemed rather pale. They stood there looking at one another for a instant, and he realised the enderman had no mailce for him and lowered his arms from his head. It was then that the enderman slowly extended a hand towards him and gave a look that filled him with an odd amount of trust. He somewhat hesitantly reached out and grabbed the being's hand, it nodded slightly and then suddenly they were both gone.

As they went, he felt the world move and shift around him, yet he himself felt like he was staying still. The feeling was rather nauseating. He shut his eyes tight and didn't open them, even when the feeling stopped. His breathing was ragged and he didn't want to open his eyes to suddenly see they were still going. The enderman poked his arm slightly after a moment, and he heard it walk to another location. He exhaled slightly and opened his eyes to see where he had been taken.

He saw a round cave, a den as he had heard some people call them, fully lit with torches and having only one visible way out of it; a tunnel that seemed perfectally cut to fit the shape of the cave's wall. Off to one side was a crafting table, two furnaces, and a double chest which the enderman he had met before was currently rumaging through. On the other side was a brewing stand and an anvil, neither of which seemed to have been used in a while. In the center of the cave was a small fire, which he could tell was burning on netherack by the gaps that appeared between the flames now and again.

There were several figures sitting around the fire, he was about to move towards them to investigate, but the enderman stopped him. He looked at the being who had saved him from fire and again the enderman stared back, not a drop of hostility in its eyes. It again reached a hand towards him but this time it held out something in it. It was a potion of an odd color that bubbled strangely within the bottle. He made a face when he looked at it, he had never been fond of potions for some reason. The enderman tilted its head and held it a little closer to him. He looked into those eyes once more and gave in, taking the bottle and pulling the cork. It smelled oddly sweet so he figured it couldn't be all bad, probably just a potion of regen or something. He lifted the container to his lips and took a swig. It tasted like something he'd never had before but it was a rather pleasant taste. Then he became suddenly aware how dry his throat had become from the smoke of the fire and the sickening effect of the teleportation and quickly downed the rest of the bottle.

It went down rather smooth and quenched his thrist nicely, but once the concoction reached his stomach it started to burble unpleasantly inside him and his head swam a little. He could tell it wasn't poison but it definatly wasn't being kind to him, like some sort of booze. He sat down, feeling tired. The little dark in the cave seemed to grow and grow. The last thing he saw before it all went dark was the enderman's eyes looking at him with a air of slight concern. As the faded he heard a strange male voice.

"It seems a little worse than I thought it'd be, forgive me for that." It said, though he had no idea where it came from as at that moment, he knew no more for some time.

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There were two sounds that he first noticed when he started coming back; somewhat near at hand was a strange rythmic beeping and slightly further away was the sound of voices.

"He was in danger," said the voice he had heard earlier, it was not deep but it was resonant, and it sounded calm, stoic even.

"So that qualifies him being here?" Asked another voice, raspy sounding with a peculiar accent, "he could kill us! Who knows how many weapons he has on him!"

"He won't do that, I saw how he acts..." responded the first voice, "he is...different."

"Then I suppose he sorta fits in," interjected a third voice, male again deeper than the others but somehow far from menacing.

He shifted a bit, sensation coming back to his body; it didn't ache but it was sluggish. there was a shifting noise and the close by beeping stopped.

"Hey guys," called yet another male voice that sounded rather young, maybe in their twenties, "I think he's coming to. Hey, easy now guy, you've been out for a few hours, you won't be working quite right for a bit."

He slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position. His head swam a little and his eyes ached, so he put a hand over them and kept them closed. He heard the first voice once again.

"Are you alright?" they asked, rather concerned, "Can you hear me?"

He nodded weaily and was about to attempt to get up and stretch when he heard hissing behind him. He leapt up onto slightly unstable feet as he whipped around and sheilded himself with his arms. He waited a moment and was no explosion. He moved his arms slightly he peeked out. Before him stood a creeper with strange reds splotches over its body. It wasn't ignited. When it saw him looking at it it grinned, a thing he had really seen creepers do, and then it did a thing he had never even heard of a creeper doing: it laughed. It wasn't a jolly hissing, it was an actual mischeivous somewhat punctiuated laugh that would instantly be associated with a typical prankster. He lowered his arms fully and stared, confused. After a moment the creeper got its laughter under control and looked at him.

"Oh, you should have seen your face!" Came a voice that moved in unison with the creeper's mouth and matched the laughing, "priceless."

It took him a moment to realise what had just happened, his brain was still waking up and he was slightly in shock, but before to long his synapsis fired and he suddenly understood.

"Wait a minute..." he stammered, "d-did you just talk?"

"I suppose I never got a chance to explain..." the stoic voice said behind him. He turned around and saw the enderman who had saved him looking at him slightly. It seemed like the voice had come from it

"Being fair, you never really got a chance," said the young voice. He turned and saw a zombie with a white shirt sitting on a log not far from him, it too seemed to be the location of that voice

"Wh-wh-what is going on?" he said, becoming frightened now.

"Settle down now," said the voice that seemed to come from the enderman, "just calm down, look at me, and I'll explain."

He nodded slowly and sat back down, shaking slightly. The enderman walked over to him and sat down as well, looking at him.

"That drink I gave you is ancient recipe, made from things you simply can't find anymore," said the calm voice, which had come with the enderman, "we call it the Potion of Utterence. It allows humans to hear the language of mobs."

"The...the language of mobs?" he asked, confused, but calmed by both the voice and the look in the enderman's eyes, "that's ridiculous. Mobs don't talk."

"Then what are we doin right now?" came the deep voice from before from a little ways away, he looked and saw that it came from a skeleton who wore a strange hooded cape, with the hood currently down.

"Okay...okay so you gave me a weird potion and I can understand you now..." he said slowly, "but...why?"

They all looked at eachother slightly. After a moment the raspy voice, it belonged to a spider with peculiar dark green strips on its back, answered the question.

"We brought something known for killing hundreds of each of our kind into our home," the spider said with air of distatse, "we wanted it to at least understand before it attmempted to kill us."

"But I..." he began but the spider cut him off.

"Save it, all you humans are the same," it hissed at him, "the world has to be the way you want it, and you don't want us in it, which means you kills us even when we do nothing against you!"

Something in those words made him upset, and he pulled out his sword, the beings nearer to him jumped and moved back a bit, excluding the enderman who watched with interest. Instead of attacking, he gently tossed the stone weapon onto the floor, it was in virtually pristine condition.

"I have had that same sword for longer than I can remember, and I've never even held another," he said, "and it's only ever drawn any sort of blood twiceboth times on a human and both times a non fatal wound."

The mobs in the cave all stared at the sword, after a moment, the skeleton picked it up and look at it.

"Well, it'd definatly as old as he says," they said slowly, "and obvious it hasn't been used much."

The enderman stared at the human, and when their eyes met the tall being nodded.

"He's telling the truth..." It said after a moment, "he has never harmed one creature that the humans consider to be a monster."

The spider looked at the ground a bit as the skeleton gave him back his sword.

"Now then," said the enderman, "I suppose introductions are in order. My name is Nern, the rude arachnid would be Traum."

The enderman, Nern, then passed a slight look around the room, leaving an open offer for anyone who want to continue the introductions. The odd beeping started back up and the human saw the zombie fiddling with a device that said 'gameboy' on the back.

"I'm Frank." the skeleton put in with a slight sigh, "but I'd prefer to go by Brink."

"I sugest you call him what he prefers to be called," chuckled the creeper and he moved closer to the fire in the center of the cave, "name's Shen, by the way."

"Dave." The zombie said, waving slightly with one hand.

"Nice to meet you all," he said after a moment, "I'm Grim"

"Interesting name for a human," Nern commented, "but I digress a bit. Would you mind if I asked you why exactly that forest you were in was on fire?"

"Some guys were chasing me, they wanted me dead and figured the best way to do that was was to burn the place to the ground," Ron answered, "let's just say I took some stuff from them and they weren't happy. But what's bugging me is you guys' story. It's really rare anybody sees all of your respective kinds working together, let along living together in a fully lit cave."

"We are outcasts," Nern answered, looking down, "each exiled from and hunted by our own peoples..."

"Understood," Grim nodded slightly, "we have that in common...nice to be safe for once. Speaking of which, how do you know we're safe here?"

"We lined the outerside of the walls of most of this cave with a double layer obsidian, so it'll take a lot for anything to break its way in," Brink said, "so that one tunnel there is the only way in, and it goes through a cave system knotted up like a maze. Not to mention the traps."

"Traps?" Reapeated Grim, confused.

"Yuppers," Shen said with a grin, "Dave's got skill when it comes to redstone. He rigged up that maze a lot. Everyone helped with parts, but he was the redstone guy for sure."

"And of course there's Q." Brink picked up again, "great big slime that acts as sorta a wall in the tunnel in case anything gets past the caves: guy's half of the size of the bit of tunnel he guards. Slimes may not be very smart, you won't hear any of 'em talk even after drinking that potion, but they're loyal."

"Huh..." Grim nodded, slightly impressed.

"By the way, you are welcome to stay the night here," Nern said after a moment, "I can take you wherever you like in the morning. Or now if you would prefer not to stay."

"Thanks...I'll stay...tired anyway" Grim answered, laying down and quickly drifitng back to sleep. The others in the cave soon followed, with the exception of Nern, who sat staring into the fire for a long time, unblinking. After a long moment he spoke in a quiet voice.

"So it begins..." he said in a barely audible whisper.

So yeah. That was the first part of an actual Minecraft story that I decided to start.

Where's Age of Ruin? You left a cliffhanger.

I'm working on it, alright? You know how hard it is to work in everything that I want to happen. And I wound up watching a lot of youtube and got somewhat inspired by Slamacow animations.

Somewhat?

Okay, A fair amount. And Dave it pretty much the same as the zombie in those videos (also named Dave). But either way, this will get...interesting soon if I continue with it, so feel free to reveiw and tell me what you think.

Seriously, please leave a reveiw. Even if it's just one word, just please reveiw. Belak starts freaking out that nobody likes his stuff if he doesn't get feedback. And it's annoying as heck...

It's fine, Xirc, they don't have to if they don't want to. I do not freak out. Don't losten to him, he's moronic.

Hey!

Am I wrong?

...no...

That's what I thought. Now then

Belak Out