The Fall (On haitus)

by BanjoMano

BanjoMano - a hero. He saved many people on their adventures through Minecraftia. But what has this veteran been through? The first man to go to the Nether. The first man to find an end portal. The one that loved, sacrificed so much to see Minecraftia as the world it is. This is the rise of BanjoMano. This is the fall.

1. Chapter 1

We stood around the table in the Queen Calamity, looking back at how far we've gone in the past 2 years. Zana'Jin looked at me with his diamond eyes and broke the silence. "I've been wondering - I've never heard your... well, backstory. I'm not pressuring you to tell me, but why do people always stare at you in awe? Call you... what was it? Soldier 76?"

Aratha looked at me, giving a sorrowful glance. The only person to know my first month was her. It... was more then a crafter should handle.

The first one to brave the depths of the Nether? Me. The first one to brave the stronghold under Jeb's fortress other then the first three? Me. The one to see all of his friends die in gruesome ways? Me.

The one that saved three Crafters from their first witch?

That was me!

Taking a deep breath, I remembered the past I had long forgot on purpose. I closed my eyes and remembered Sanlyn's face, the first woman I ever loved...

Opening my eyes, I looked up and said "It started when I spawned - but not in the origin. This was before the origin. I spawned on Mt. Mur..."