The City of Frye
We were once a great people. Had humans been able to see our city in its prime, they would have recognized a civilization comparable to their own. They could not have, of course; we were careful to stay hidden from them. Even now, though, if they can find our deserted city, they would recognize features they are used to in their own world, and would probably see no purpose for in the world of Minecraftia.
What happened to us? That is a long story, one I hope I still have enough time to tell. Some of us fell ill with a plague and joined the skeletons and zombies that abound in this world; those were the lucky ones. Sadly, I am not one of those fortunate few who was saved by the illnesses; that said, had I joined them, I do not know if I would still have the sense to tell my tale. My tale…I would like to say what happened was preventable, but I do not see how it could have been. We were careful not to incur the wrath of The One; He was kind to us, and we, in turn, respected Him. I do not know what changed. I do not even know if He knows what changed. Perhaps nothing changed, except fate…
Of course, we were not foolish; the ever-changing world of Minecraftia presented many hazards to us, as it does to humans. We were always prepared, should the Almighty Creator see fit to present us with something that would threaten our existence. Little did we suspect that when disaster struck, it would come from within our own walls…
I realize I am rambling. I am the last of my kind, and I am fading fast. I am writing this, in the hopes that someone may find my remains and hear my story. Perhaps a people like ours will come to be again, and perhaps, if that happens, my tale will prevent another tragedy from taking them, like it did us…
Whoever you are, be you human, night-walker, sentient day-walker, or the beginnings of a new civilization, heed my tale: the story of the rise and fall of my people, the people of The City of Frye…