Hello there! Due to a recent comment by Mellifluousness, I have decided to give the prologue a revamp. Thank you for your feedback, I really appreciate it! Anyways, enjoy!
"It is time. You know what to do, Jeb."
"Are you sure that it is the time? This process cannot be reversed, Notch."
"I am well aware of that. However, it must be done. When we start, we can only guide them on their paths. We cannot stop them from going down different paths."
"If you say so. Are all systems go?"
"All systems are go. Begin the creation of the world."
Out of the eternal darkness, fresh layers of bedrock are slowly formed, topped by a layer of sizzling lava, which emitted nothing more than a faint glow. This new rough, black, unbreakable rock was soon followed by the brightest light ever seen, emitted by a brilliant square sun. Soon, a sister rock emerged to join the bedrock world, known to this day as the moon. This barren world did not remain barren for long, as the first smooth stone began to encompass the bedrock, which resulting from the cooling of the magma layers on top. Within this new layers, ores of all manner were scattered, including the sparkling diamonds and the almost as beautiful emeralds. On this new grey world, earthquakes ravage the landscape, creating fissures and cave systems. Eventually, the top of the smooth rocks began a transformation into the now common dirt, rare in those days. A stray planet that had already been fully formed one day struck this new world, and scattered the first seeds of grass across the brown landscape along with the first molecules of H20, and for the first time, the planet took a green hue, mixed with the azure hue of pure water. The devastating earthquakes began to decrease in intensity, until they finally stopped completely. The precious water settled into the lands lowered by the endless devastation, and the grass seeds had miraculously survived and spread all around the world. However, not all of the landscape could support this water. Select areas were still too hot, so the water quickly dried up, and the dirt made another transformation into sand. These areas, known as deserts, had their sands scattered by the winds, spread all over the world. The condition that this new world was in created the perfect conditions for life, and the first cells were formed in the vast oceans. These cells evolved over the years, and most of these specimens moved onto the sandy beaches. Each type took a different route.
Some of these diverse creatures did better than others. The ancestors of the villagers were one of the most successful. They ended up colonizing most of the landscape. However, their reign didn't last long. One day, a particularly greedy villager came across the precious emeralds while in an underground cave. Word spread of this mineral, and the greedy villagers ended up mining almost all of it. The only regions untouched by their greed were the mountains, then almost inaccessible to even the most rugged adventurer. The economy of this great nation fell into shambles.
One day, a rogue villager ended up accidentally awakening a dead villager, who rose up from the grave and ate the brains of everyone in the small village, who all turned into zombies. These new undead creatures spread across the planet like a plague, increasing their numbers as they did so. The villager culture, which was already threatened by their collapsing economy, went almost extinct. In a last resort, the desperate villagers created servants made of iron, whose only purpose was to protect their creators. These iron behemoths performed excellently, and the villagers made a slow recovery.
The first players evolved from these villagers. The very first one, known as Steve, was a very skilled craftsman. With great precision, he crafted a sword and began to fight back against the zombies. The players led a different lifestyle, and while the players and villagers occasionally made contact, they usually wanted nothing to do with each other, the villagers jealous of the player's success.
On one fateful, summer day, an adventurer by the name of Bob stumbled across an ancient jungle temple, long forgotten to the world. Once he lit his torch, he carefully sneaked inside, wary of any hidden traps. However, this temple was not like any other temple he had come across before. Inside laid an ancient set of runes, the meaning of which was only known to a select few. Luckily, Bob knew of a translator close to where he lived, so, taking note of the location, he set off to request her assistance. The next day, they returned, and nothing had changed. As the translator read the ancient runes, Bob explored the run-down temple, green vines growing everywhere. Finally, he returned to the translator, and her translation went something like this:
"Forces both ancient and modern will fall into conflict. The 12 will lead the way for the Chosen One to resolve. Beware the primordial deity who lives in shadows. The End will fall, and Hell shall be let loose."
Confused, Bob and the translator returned home. Word about the Prophecy spread, and the only ones who knew the temple location were Bob and the translator. The translator died three days later due to a severe burn, and Bob perished in a zombie siege five days after the translator's death. The Prophecy was passed down throughout the generations, and it soon was turned into a myth. Nobody really believed the temple existed anymore. Meanwhile, the temple had finally served its purpose, so it finally collapsed onto the ground, the remains covered up by a particularly large jungle tree. Decades passed, and nobody even believed that the Prophecy was real. At least, not until a certain day.