Hello there! I'm Martyn, but most people call me LittleWood. I'm writing this to tell you my story. It's up to you what you think of me at the end of it, but... well how about I just start. You'll find out about me as the story goes on.
So, A good place to start this tale would be an autumns night. Not just any autumns night though, otherwise I wouldn't start there. This night was one when I was doing a... I'll just say a special mission. I was retrieving a very special resource, known as a Creation stone. They are extremely rare. For one, they can teleport. It will teleport away from danger, until it comes in contact with its first owner. Then It loses that ability. The owner would be able to use the stone for quite a few different uses, such as fuel or crafting. Mostly likely, someone would smash it on an item.
Smashing such a rare item would seem like a dumb idea, but it is not. The stone holds a lot of special magic energies in it, which get released when smashed. Then, the energies would go into whatever it was smashed on. What would happen then could be... anything. Sometimes an inanimate object would become animate, such as a scarecrow becoming a monster. Sometimes, the opposite. A enderman could become a set of Ender armor, allowing teleportation, or other enderman attributes. If it comes in contact with its owner it can give them a magical power. Possibly levitation, or fire creation. There are ways you can almost perfectly choose what happens. Like, if you wanted to give yourself wings you could collect a feather and hold it against your back, then smash it inbetween them. The art of using a Creation stone is quite hard. It is unrecommended to use one unless you know exactly what you're doing, or else you could make a terrible monster.
Anyway, I was out to aquire a Creation Stone. My plan was to get one, and then travel to the End and smash it on the Ender Dragon to get some awesome armor. I knew that Rythian possesed one, and I also knew I couldn't just get him to hand it over. That guy was a lonesome man, feared by most. He slept through the day and wandered throught the world by night. He rarely did anything to cause harm. If he wanted to, he could kill someone on the spot though. He had two creation stones before. One he used on a creeper and a pair of gloves, making some gloves which could pretty much blow up anything with the lift of a finger. The other thing he made was Ghast Boots, which are boots which allow him to levitate and he can make fire surround his feet at will, which makes quite a painful kick.
My plan to get the Creation Stone was rather simple. It did require a lot of preparation though. The first thing I needed was to find out how to talk to him. He was a traveller, and no one really knew where he was at any given moment, so getting to talk to him would be hard. Luckily, I knew a girl.
