Disclaimer: I do not own or work for Mojang nor own Minecraft, I do however own a copy of the game which was bought from the Official Minecraft Website. Onto the fan fiction!
WARNING: This is supposed to be a story of one specific person who lives among the villagers of Coal-Stone Village. It won't follow the format of my earlier and crappy stories. Request will be done. However I will NOT do request of characters that have not been developed story and appearance wise. You have been warned.
Chapter 1: A New Day
The sun rose and I jumped out of bed ready to find a place for me to newly settle. The Village laws abide that no one go out until High noon but the Mine's resources have been rich with enough minerals for me to sneak away some and create my own weapons and tools. I grabbed some Bread I created and climbed the ladder down to the first floor where a Blessing Ceremony was occurring. The one being blessed was a recently conceived child Blacksmith. When the recent Blacksmith was mysteriously murdered in his own home, the newborn was conceived. As with any ceremony was happening I had to guard the door to prevent any "unexpected intrusions." I walked to the door and prevented anyone from entering as a crowd was gathering around the Church tower to see the ceremony. The parents were not allowed to see the child until the ceremony was complete. When the Ceremony was complete at exactly 11:00 a.m., I took the child out to the Parents and bought the rest of the items I needed to make myself some leather armor. Of course it took away my life savings of Emeralds to buy the 24 pieces, it was all worth it to start my adventure. I walked back home to my home in the Church and Made the Armor then walked to the front gate.
"Greetings Rick, how are you today?" Asked the village's only Iron Golem. The Golem was created by a legendary hero over 40 years ago during the Great Siege. The Great Siege was when the undead rose from the Graveyard. The Iron Golem was created during the fourth night when the Prophet (aka my boss) asked the great Creator for a sign of hope. That's when the 8 foot tall men supposedly created the Iron Golem with the Iron blocks in the vault. Although there was no sign of the Vault EVER being open, it was likely the Iron Golem was created by the Traveler (my father whom died right before I was born, and then my mother died while giving birth so that's when the prophet took me in 13 years ago).
"I'm fine Rock. How's the East Gate?" Rock, the nickname I gave him when he taught me about the Monsters I've help to fend off 4 years ago. "It's still standing Rick, how's the newborn?" Rock asked in a cheerful manner.
"The newborn was blessed this morning and returned to the parents." I replied.
"Well good luck on the adventure Rick, hopefully you'll be alright. Ah what am I saying? I've trained you myself, of course you'll be alive." Rock said jokingly. I nodded my head at him and I walked out the North Gate which was still heavily damaged from the most recent raid. I walked to the Docks and used Old Sally, the oldest fishing boat around. When I no longer saw the Village's Wall in the horizon, I looked forward in the distant and noticed that new adventures were soon to come along and smack me several times in the face and push me forward into a destiny I have to yet discover.