Chapter 1: I want to understand you, and I fear I never will.

So, hello, readers. This is something that I am writing in an effort to bring back my inspiration for my other stories, here and on Wattpad. It's kinda a double fanfic, or even a triple: it's based on a Minecraft legend, but is also heavily centered around a song (Mark's Song) by a group called Echo's Children, a song which is inspired by a couple of books by Lois McMaster Bujold (I have read neither of the two books). I would like to ask that you DON'T go look it up YET, if you by some miracle already know it, that's fine, but you don't wan't to spoil anything before it is written, right?

I may write most of this story all at once, or I may write it a chapter at a time. We'll have to see. But hopefully by the time I'm done I'll be ready to work on The Theory of Alternate Universes and my Wattpad stories again. I do think the chapters will be quite short, but I don't know yet.


As I walk along the top of the narrow, intricately built cobblestone wall that surrounds the castle, I think back to the time I spent following behind you. Well, it never really was me following you, just me observing you from afar, taking measure of your strengths and weaknesses. Later on, I did come closer, and I'm still not sure why.

I have never been able to understand how you were so successful with so many weak spots. One minute you'd be hiding away from a single zombie, and the next you'd hear somebody scream, and run out into a horde of hundreds. Why in the Overworld would you do that? Why in the Nether or the End? The people could fend for themselves, but you surely couldn't armorless and weaponless. You nearly died that way, at least thirty times.

I don't know why I didn't dismiss you from my mind after the second time that happened. Anybody that stupid and reckless is not worthy of my time.

But you slowly improved, though not to a level I would ever consider truly worthy of my attention. And somehow, I stayed.

Still, that was not your only flaw, in my mind. You would give all your best resources away- diamonds, emeralds, saddles, horse armor, things that were not easily attained. When I asked, you would call it "being nice." Yeah, right. Being nice is giving somebody your spare gear when they have only boots left, or sparing an enemy in a fight. Giving everything of value to those who already have more than you is just crippling yourself. Yet you refused to see it that way.

No mater how much I wish to understand you, I doubt I ever will.


Well, this first chapter is certainly VERY short. Shorter even than I expect. I guess this means more very soon, then. Possibly even within the next hour.