I opened my eyes, dim light filtering through. I felt something heavy on top of me. I lifted my head to see I was buried in snow.
"How very peculiar." I said. "I don't recall it snowing in Minecraftia this time of year."
I looked up at the two moons(The second moon of Minecraftia was discovered after the invention of micro-blocks, 1/100 of a block.), the second in it's crescent stage, and the first full. "Not to mention the moon phases. By their accounts, it should be mid-summer."
I brushed the densely accumulated snow from me, and I stood up. All around me, there were random pits and hills, a bit of lava here and a bit of ice there.
"Where am I?" I said quietly to myself.
"The Farlands." A voice said, causing me to jump. I spun around to see a figure sitting on a rock. He was in a black, tattered cloak with the hood low. "The Lost Realm, one might say."
"Who are you?" I shouted, the wind picking up around me, blowing my hair into my face. Snow lifted up of the ground and begun blowing this was and that.
"I am that of which cannot be uttered!" He shouted.
"I am your worst nightmare."
Well, this certainly sets up something for once!
Hope I can get this one of the ground! Thanks!
- Sirplop