This is my first Minecraft story. I'm a relative newbie at the game, although I've managed to limit my number of deaths to the single digits. This is not a story based on my experiences, though…
I do not own Minecraft.
Chapter 1: Discovery
He woke at the edge of a jungle.
He possessed no memory of before his arrival. His brain tried to find something, anything. What was I…? Where is this place? Who… who am I?
It did not matter that much. It would've been nice to know who he was or what he was doing in this strange jungle, but he did not, and he wasn't going to obsess over it.
He looked around. Everywhere, everything seemed to be made of… squares? Was this normal? Did it even matter?
He sighed and walked forwards. Carefully climbing down some trees, he made his way to the very edge, where the jungle and a forest met. He frowned. Where should I go? What should I do?
He took a look down the edge of the jungle, both ways. Maybe I can keep track if I just follow the edge? In both directions, the trees simply faded on. Keep track of what? There are no landmarks. Nothing to keep track of!
He arbitrarily decided to go left. Hmm… the sun is to the right. That means its… dawn? Or dusk? Okay. The knowledge came surprisingly easily. Had he thought about it, he might've wondered where it came from, but he did not.
Not far from where he woke up, he climbed out of a small depression in the earth, only to come upon something that did not look or feel natural. A long trough seemed to have been dug out of the earth. Next to it, an even deeper trough of the same length had been dug… but this one had some hard stone hanging over the entirety of it, for some reason.
He tried to puzzle it out. Stone… how is it that the stone isn't falling into the hole? Don't things fall down? Gravity, it's called… Also, why did someone do this? What's the point of this? Maybe I'll meet them and they'll tell me?
Excited at the thought of others, he raced forwards, only to stop again. What?
Everything before that point had been square-shaped. In sharp defiance of that, though, a rounded fence stood, holding in some cows, sheep, pigs, and chickens. That's definitely not natural.
To the right of the animal pen was a broad river, to which someone had constructed a simple irrigation system. They… grew food here… and then… where did they go?
He looked around and nearly had a heart attack. What the heck? Why is that tree on fire?
Far to the left, high off the ground, fire seemed to hang from a tree. No… wait… On closer inspection, the fire came from a few torches that hung from stone imbedded into the tree.
He walked over to it, seeing nothing exciting other than the torches. Why are they up… OOF! He wasn't paying attention, and he walked into a sign.
He blinked. On the sign, several symbols were marked in an elegant script. No, not symbols, letters! The reading came naturally to him. "Ayol's House. Do not eat my cake. What? Cake?"
He read the odd words again and again. House? Where? Up… in the tree? There didn't seem to be a house up there… Hey! There's a ladder on the trunk!
Feeling excited again, he climbed quickly, pulling himself through a hole in the leaves.
It was getting dark by the time he reached the end of the ladder. He found himself in a peculiar room which appeared to grow straight from the tree. The room was so flush and square, though, that it seemed impossible that it was anything but manmade.
There was a small, odd wooden cube of a table with a three-by-three grid etched into the top. Next to that was a small stone depository that was charred on the inside. There were two wooden trunks as well. He opened the closest one.
Inside were many different materials: stone, dirt, wood, wool, sand, glass, and three other kinds of stone that looked different from each other. There was also… What? Cactus? Not to mention many different saplings, flowers, and leaves.
Near the bottom were sacs filled with wheat, apples, and seeds. There was also a niche that had two maps, a compass, and a clock that said it was night.
He had only one thought: How the heck does all of this fit in this little chest?
He decided against checking the other chest for now. Instead, he stepped past what he had already discovered to look at the other two rooms.
There were stairs leading up into what was obviously a bedroom. Again, it was not only manmade in appearance, but also seemed to grow from the tree. It was a paradox that was absolutely brilliant. Whoever had made this house had obviously taken nature into account and had fused construction with the tree to create a synthesized harmony that no stone house could compete with.
The bedroom was rather small. It was four-by-four squares and was fenced in. Glass panes extended over the fence to create long windows. A stone block with a torch on it sat next to a bed. Two short bookshelves were also there… and they had cake on top.
He permitted himself a laugh. "So this Ayol did have cake, after all. Okay, I won't eat it." Turning around, he noticed stairs leading up to the leafy top of the tree. No need to go up there. There were also two small chests. More stuff to look in later.
Coming down the stairs, he went into the third and final room. Bookcase after bookcase lined the walls. In the center on a black pedestal lined in diamond, a book floated, turning slowly in a circle. Next to the pedestal was a small table with another, non-floating book on it.
That is so weird… He took a step towards the pedestal, and the book flew open. He jumped back and yelped, and the book closed with an audible thump and started rotating again. What the heck?
Cautiously approaching again, the book opened and turned to him. He looked into it, but the symbols on the page made no sense. These aren't letters… so what are they?
Nothing at all had been explained. The fact he had no memories, who this Ayol person was, how gravity could be so miraculously defied… nothing.
He picked up the book on the table. Marked on the front was 'Book of Ayol.'
He opened it to the first page.
