A New World - A Minecraft Fan-fiction

Chapter 1 - Where Am I?

When Joe woke up, the first thing he felt was a blinding headache, the someone had stabbed him in the skull. Head still swimming, he managed to prop himself up on his elbows. The sun was hot and bright, and it took him a while to adjust his eyes. Finally, he sat up and looked at the landscape around him.

He was standing on a sandy beach filled with golden dunes. To the north, mountains jutted out behind a huge lush forest filled with oak trees. To the west stood a few rolling hills and and a ravine cut in-between them. Eastwards was a river that bordered the forest and a series of green plains filled with animals. To the south stood nothing but deep blue ocean. Everything was made of blocks. The weirdest thing was that Joe didn't think anything was actually weird.

He sprang to his feet and jogged over to the nearest clump of trees. For some reason, he decided that the best course of action would be to start punching one of the strange, square logs. Deciding that he might as well try he slammed his fist into the bark. Hairline cracks appeared. Suddenly excited, he continue hitting it until at last it disappeared with am odd popping sound. Looking around he spotted a smaller version of it lying on the ground, spinning. Walking over, he picked it up and shoved it in a rucksack that had appeared on his back.

He destroyed three trees this way before satisfied, he pulled of his rucksack. On the front, there were four squares in a grid with another to the right. Taking a log, he put it in one of the squares. On the square to the right there was a flashing light and a plank appeared.

Quickly catching on, Joe grabbed all the logs and made them into planks. Then he made a few sticks and an odd table . 'Huh…wonder what that's for?' he muttered to himself, before hauling the rucksack back onto his back. Wondering eastwards, he waded the river and jumped up the back onto the plains.

Curious, he placed down the table to check it out. It seemed to be a version of the crafting grid in his backpack but with a three by three grid. Suddenly realising how hungry he was, he looked around at the pigs, cows, chickens and sheep that were scattered around grazing. 'Hmmm…I wonder,' Joe said under his breath. Arranging a few sticks and wooden planks he quickly made a sword, followed by a pickaxe, axe and shovel. Walking over to one of the pigs, Joe sighed and said 'Sorry pig, you'll be remembered by my stomach.' He plunged his sword into the pig. With a few more hits, the pig keeled over sideways and disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving behind a few pork chops.

After slaughtering a few more pigs, Joe headed back across the river and towards the first hill. Digging into the side with a shovel he quickly found stone and switched to the pickaxe. after carving out a sizeable cavern he gathered the stone and upgraded his tools. With the rest of his stone he managed to create a makeshift furnace. He also found a few black lumps of coal, and after putting some of it in the bottom of the furnace and started cooking the pork. Finally, he made a few torches and hung them round the room, bathing the cave in a warm light.

Realising that he was now starving, he stuffed some meat into his mouth. With daylight fading, he headed out to harvest some more wood. Coming back, he spotted a shadowy figure looming in the darkness. Suddenly filled with fear, Joe sprinted back to the glowing cave. Quickly making a door, he placed it down and sighed with relief. Finally, he was safe. He huddled up in a corner and closed his eyes before dropping off to sleep.

The light of morning had broken through the door when Joe woke. It had not been a comfortable sleep and now he was suffering from a bad back and a horrible crick in his neck. Standing up and stretching, he made his way outside. He froze. Laying on the beach was a figure dressed in a red shirt and jeans, with close cropped brown hair. Bracing himself, he drew his new stone sword and headed over…