Minecraft 1: Revolution

by chumpatrol1

Steve is a common peasant who lives in a feudal realm and longs for change. Alex is Steve's bride-to-be, but unfortunate circumstances have driven them to opposite sides of the village. A conflict brings the people to unite under a cause, but unknown to them the problem is much bigger than they thought. T for violence and war. Reviews are appreciated!

1. Prologue

Steve woke up at precisely 6 AM, as he did every morning. A peasant in a small town with no name, Steve was very poor and slept in a dirt shack with other people. His town had no name, but had a malevolent ruler who cried out justice, sharing and equality, but just like in a Orwellian dystopia, these promises weren't kept. The ruler, Herbert Seymour, frequently killed his subjects. Respawn was time consuming, and it was too costly for Herbert Seymour the rich. Steve knew these were lies, as 10 emeralds was cheap compared to the hundreds or possibly thousands Herbert owned.

Swinging himself out of bed, Steve shuffled over to the lonely chest at the corner of the room. As usual, it was completely empty save for a half stack of dirt. Steve was indifferent and closed the chest with a sigh. He would have to find his food elsewhere, possibly in the woods. Steve shuffled out the door and down the gravel and dirt path towards the woods where he worked. Working from 7 AM to 6 PM, Steve chopped down a sizeable amount of trees but got almost none of the reward for his effort. The Town Hall, a large wooden and cobblestone spire in the center of town, was home of Herbert and constantly expanding upwards. Steve continued walking when he saw Herbert Seymour strutting around the streets with his iron equipment. Steve figured that the corrupt leader was going to the fields to take the wheat for himself and would kill anyone in his way. Steve arrived at the woods and looked at his calloused hands. While all people in the Minecraftia Universe were strong and could punch down trees, this act would take its toll over time. Steve looked at the first tree and began punching away.

It was midday and Steve was famished. His pale lips were slightly agape at the sight of not one, but two apples. Steve was about to open his mouth to acquire his only nutrition when a strong, muscular hand grabbed his arm. Steve turned slowly in horror and saw Herbert staring at him with a vicious grin. Herbert eyed the apple and told Steve:-"Don't be greedy! I'll take those if you don't mind." Steve pulled his bony arm away, but Herbert drew his sword. Steve began to sprint, but with no energy Steve could not sustain such speeds. Herbert was upon him, arms raised over his head and an inhuman facial expression. Then Herbert struck.