Steve woke up in his bed, feeling refreshed and revitalized. He got out of bed and began to head towards the Testificate village.
When Steve arrived at the village, he went to the church to hear the bishop's sermon just as it was finishing up.
"And Notch rested on the seventh day. In His name we pray, amen." Steve walked up to the bishop.
"Hello there, bishop. How've things been around here lately?"
"Oh, yes, they have been very good. We have been able to go outside of the village in order to collect resources more peacefully now that you have helped us so much, my friend. However, I have a small question to ask of you."
"Shoot," Steve said.
"Well, I was called upon when I heard some of the other Testificates saying that they saw you outside their doors a few days ago. Was that you?"
Steve thought for a moment before he answered. "No… I've been at my house for the past two weeks."
The bishop seemed puzzled. "Oh well," he sighed, "at least whoever this is means us no harm. Or at least, I hope they do not."
"Don't worry bishop. If this guy ever gives you trouble," Steve tapped on his sheathed sword, "me and my blade will have a nice long chat with him."
"Well thank you my friend. Now run along, I have much to do."
Steve stayed in the Testificate village until it was night time. He walked back home in the darkness, not having any problems with any of the monsters. Steve thought it was rather peculiar that no monsters had been coming to try to kill him. Nevertheless, he arrived back home.
Steve found it hard to sleep that night. For some reason, he couldn't get his eyes to shut. Steve rolled out of bed in the middle of the night and went downstairs to his foyer. When he got downstairs, he thought he heard someone screaming.
Yep, it was definitely someone screaming. Was it a Testificate? Steve looked out the window. He saw a man coming straight for his house, followed by a bunch of skeletons and zombies. Grabbing his sword, Steve immediately ran outside.
He sliced through three of the skeletons with one swing of his sword. He then turned around and drove his sword clean through four zombies, effectively making a zombie-kabob. After he had killed all the monsters, Steve looked around for whom it was that was screaming. However, he couldn't seem to find the person. Steve shrugged and went back into his house. As soon as he had shut the door, he heard a small knock.
"TOCK TOCK TOCK"
Steve was taken aback. He thought that it might be a zombie, and Steve readied his sword. When he opened the door, however, he saw a man. This man, who was almost as tall as Steve, had an extremely square head, blonde hair, brown pants and a very billowy shirt. He held a sharpened stick in his hand, and was out of breath. He looked up at Steve.
"Thanks a lot for savin me, guy. I don't know what I might have done without you," the mysterious man said through panting.
"Who are you, and why did you bring all of those monsters over here?" Steve questioned menacingly, putting a hand on his sword.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa buddy! I didn't mean to alarm you. I was trying to get away from all of those goons!"
"Okay," Steve said, taking his hand off of his sword, "but my question still remains: who are you?"
"My name is Kyle."