Blue Cows

The Prologue

In the beginning… my beginning anyway… our village was a peaceful village, a Zen type of village that believed in harmony with all creatures. They treated everything, even the ghasts of the nether as friendly creatures that only reacted to how you treated them. Of course, they assumed that ghasts had a complex language which humans cannot properly understand and thus the ghasts got angry at our lack of understanding of the ancient ghast language.

The village mined ores from deep down the earth and used Redstone to build all sorts of machines and contraptions which were used to further improve their mining, their farming and breed the animals. They allowed hunting, but only if they lacked food or the crop had not yet matured. The village was quite large. The farms where larger

When I was born, it seemed all I brought was chaos and unbalance. I was the first villager to ever strike down a chicken, then a pig, followed by a cow and some fish on a day other than a new moon. I was immediately tagged as Fury, the boy who couldn't find peace. The whole village started to dislike me and slowly make me an outcast. By age 12 I had already built my own little tree house outside of the village. I would go there every time I felt anger or frustration at the villagers.

A plague swept through our biome like a forest fire. Everything changed, trust was lost by the slime tribe, but that was foreseen. Those unlucky villagers where turned into blood thirsty zombies, Seeking to multiply their numbers. We were forced to head into the woods. Everywhere we looked there was a sign of the plague. Pigs turned green as well and their bodies contorted in unnatural ways, making a creature that had four short legs and a horrible face, it approached one of us and exploded, killing one villager and injuring another. More of those horrible creeping creatures appeared from the woods. We dispersed in fear and headed in all directions. I headed east, towards the skeleton tribe.

After hours of walking and hiding from dangerous creatures, I saw the first pillar of the skeleton tribe land. It was made of bone and looked like a big spike with a very sharp tip. After a bit of walking I could see the entrance to the skeleton camp. I walked a few steps before I got hit from behind with an arrow. The next thing I knew my sight was blurred and I lost consciousness. I woke up to the sound of bones rattling. I looked up and saw a roof made of sandstone and bone blocks. Sitting up I found that I was in a cell, made of iron bars. The bones continued to rattle as they came closer, I knew I was in the skeletons custody but I didn't know what for. The skeleton who made the rattle when he walked stood by my cell, looked at me in disbelief. I couldn't recognize him as my eyes were still in a blur. In a rough husky voice he said slowly

"Poor creature, I see you are not yet turned… not yet turned into what destiny planned for you to be." He stepped closer to the cell "maybe we should change destiny a bit… in the interest of our tribe. You… yes you… will be our beginning, our rise to greatness." He made no sense to me.

I tried to ask him but as soon as my lips parted he spoke again

"Don't you know? You are the chosen one, the one who though he was devoured by his own blood became new… new to everything… new to the species and the natural order. To become a new species himself and only he… he will be alone."

I sat there confused at this skeletons word. What could he possibly mean? Who did he think I was? I simply was a villager who was born without a nose. A door opened but I didn't know where. Another skeleton from the other end of the door shouted

"Hey Bone Meal, the boss needs the villager in his presence" the door slammed hard.

The skeleton in front of me shook with anger as he shouted "I AM NOT BONEMEAL!" he looked at me with fury and wanted to bring out his bow to end me but the skeleton outside shouted again "Better be quick before I tell the king."

The skeleton in front of me simply whispered to him "one day Bluntshot I will end you with this very bow" and with that he released me to the skeleton I presumed was called Bluntshot.

I was brought to the skeleton king with a lead tied to my neck. How degrading. I was forced to kneel in front of him. The king ordered the guards to leave. They removed the lead from my neck and hit me in my side. After they left the room I rose and stood, now facing the king who was thrice my height and twice my breadth. He was huge. He had what seemed like a scar run across his face. His eyes where black, perhaps not even there but yet he can still see. His throne chair was made from bones. It is said that those were bones of skeletons that chose to disobey him or try to overthrow his monarchy. He held a diamond scepter in his left arm and his right arm was brought to his chin as he started talking.

"Welcome. I hope you were received well." I felt like beating him, if I could even make a dent on him. "I think you know very well why you are here." I was raging with anger but there was nothing I could do about it.

"Yes… I do, I was seeking refuge from the zombie siege and the plague that has come upon our land." I answered as stern as I could.

"LIES!" he roared "your kind has brought this plague upon us and you are the reason the balance has been broken! TELL me why you did it you worm before I break the truth out of you!" he shouted, banging his scepter on the iron floor.

"I don't understand… we are not the reason to this plague, we are being attacked by it the same as you are." I said.

I could hear bones crack. He was really furious. He began to speak in a calm voice, as if he was no longer upset. "Stop lying to me villager, if that's what you really are, and tell me what is going on." The words he used sparked my anger too and I wanted to raise my voice but I looked at his body and decided it better not to.

"I am a true villager of the Watnoob village and I will not allow you to mock my origins." I said, also trying to keep calm.

"Do you even know where you come from; you are not even a villager…"he made me growl a bit "… you cannot call yourself a villager if you don't even know that villagers have a nose. Villagers are fearful, it's in their code, yet you are even willing to kill me if you were given the chance." He finished.

He had a point. I was always different. I was the bravest of the villagers, even the smartest (not that I'm bragging). Now what bone meal was saying fell into place. I may be a hybrid, or something else. Hell I don't even know what I am. The skeleton spoke again and his words shattered me

"You are not who you think you are. You are…"

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and had to re-edit it as some parts got cut out. so i added them back