Disclaimer; Surprise, surprise. I don't own mine craft. Sorry, if it is not too good yet, I am still working on it. I have two chapters so far- and absolutely no idea where I am going with this, but I feel it will be good. Hope you enjoy! Please review, I don't mind criticism as long as it is productive.
Part One~My Doppelganger; is me
The Mirror
Glass shone in the moonlight, reflecting images in it's crystal surface. A girl, red of hair and bold of spirit, touched the smooth obsidian rim and stared longingly into the violet stained glass in awe. The object in which she stood, gaping in front of, was a 5 by 5 block mirror standing on a pedestal of midnight blue terracotta. Tears dropped onto the young girls tattered dress, that was the color of the glass.
She couldn't of been more than fourteen, yet a look of sadness and maturity rested on her big soulful eyes. Reaching into a small pocket in her gown, one of the only ones without a hole, she pulled out a small golden totem, that gleamed lilac with mingled enchantments. She muttered something inaudible and then stepped away, brown eyes flashing. Her long dirty hair whipped in the wind, almost completely free of her messy braid.
Laying the totem on the chipped and dusty terracotta blocks, she wrapped what was left of her periwinkle shawl around herself, and ran into the dark stormy dead of night, not finding anything cliché about it. She doubted bitterly that anyone who had ever lived on the miserable cubic lands known as Orlandia.
As she sprinted through the forest, the mirror let out a blast of shiny white light, light a beacon being activated. Not daring to turn back, she continued to flee, hearing distant sounds of mobs chasing after her scent, she kept running.
A wolf followed, nose sharper, and legs fitter than any hostile mob. Wolves were a neutral folk, if you weren't they're prey they would let you pass- but that didn't mean they couldn't, or wouldn't, go any length to protect themselves. This particular wolf traveled alone, which was unusual for her kind. Most prefered traveling in packs. Hunting alone, but staying within a twelve block ratio of others. The she-wolf longed for a good hunt. The taste of mutton or rabbit, or maybe even an ocelot's blood on her lips. All she'd tasted in all too long was rotten meat, and a few bones.
The scent was getting stronger, her target had most certainly been this way. She sensed the tracks closer together, her prey had shifted to a walk over a run. Finally she found a small clearing where the victim had slowed to a complete stop, in front of a strange assortment of hard, glimmering, black stone, and an ice-like substance she recognized as an anthropoid creation that they used in their dens.
She peered at it, and then stopped short. A small golden trinket sat abandoned in the dust of a clay surface. The trinket smelled metallic, and it was filled with silver liquid. The canine's mouth watered. She hadn't drank anything in so long, and this weird kind of water's scent was sweet, and the surface looked pristine as ever, besides one single scarlet lock of, what looked like, human hair. She consumed her fill anyway. The trinket was small, but the wolf was large. She lapped up the whole thing in just a few licks.
Suddenly, her stomach lurched. Was the stuff poisonous? Was the metallic scent from redstone of something that would kill her? She had thought it was gold...it was yellow, and looked like gold. Gold was edible, but not everything else was. She had been a fool, weak and hungry, and desperate. She shuddered and flinched as her insides pinched and the contents of her stomach rose threateningly high in her throat. She swallowed down the vile, before realizing she should try to puke up the nasty stuff. She sniffed out a clump of grass, and made to bite off some, but she was too late. With horror she felt her gray pelt fade away, and her long sharp teeth recede into her mouth. The wolf was despawning, and there was nothing she could do about it…