Prologue
Do you sense it?
Yes, I do…
The Reader has clicked onto the link, and now the story of this world shall shortly begin…
Or perhaps it has started again, depending on if this is the first time the Reader has opened this document…
Yes, this being outside of our knowledge is one of the many unfortunate limitations of being the product of an inspiration…
Nonetheless, I'm sure they must be confused as to who we are…
Or perhaps they are not… Perhaps they already have begun to suspect who we are… Many of the readers have read the poem, you know…
Yes, and some of they may have come from the storymaker's other series...
Ah, the one that unfortunately did not work out so well...
Yes, but do not worry, those from that other series, that story still happened in this world...
And it was completed, it was only the storymaker who failed to complete it for the Reader...
But there is no need to worry about another hiatus, I am sure he will not let any more people down...
Yes… ah, we forgot about the audience that is unfamiliar with the other series...
I shall explain ourselves to them, just in case…
Go ahead…
We are that of which humans seek to understand, that of which humans can never reach...
We are the very essence of life…
We are the incarnations of non-life...
We are that which exists but longs to exist even more...
We are the universe longing to understand you, longing to feel the joys and despairs of existence...
We are eternity, and we are you...
We are what you think we may be, and at the same time we are what you suspect we are not…
We are not the same as those who speak of the End Poem, rather, we are imitations of them…
Yes, and we exist alongside the potentially real universe that contains a world called Minecraftia… A world with quite a history, both positive and negative…
Yes… It is a troubled land indeed…
And you may want to pay attention, Reader, for there is a story beyond the story of the document you currently possess…
If you do pay attention, you might be able to learn something knew…
This story may change something within you…
You might view Minecraft or even life itself in a different light…
Of course, these are just mere predictions… This story may change the way you see the game, or it may not…
That is up to the Reader…
Reader, there will be some parts that you might not particularly enjoy. That is to be expected in a fanfiction novel…
There is so much more we wish to tell you, but alas, we must wrap this up before the story begins, and then we'll allow the Narrator to take it from there… Do you wish to share it?
Yes… Reader, there is one more thing the storymaker would have us tell you before the story officially begins… The storymaker, he wishes for you to enjoy the story that he has prepared for you. He spent five years on this tale, and he gave up a lot in his life to piece it all together. He gave up too much, in fact, the foolish man. But if you, the Reader, do not enjoy this tale, then he insists that you do not read anymore of his tales if you do not wish to…
Of course, you probably would not have anyways. But keep in mind that the storymaker has put everything he could into this novel, and he has tried as hard as he could to go through the story in the eyes of a reader so that he could perfect it. And that can be very difficult to pull off when you are the all-knowing creator of the story…
Okay, I think the Reader has heard enough about the storymaker for now…
One final thing, we will make quite a few appearances throughout the story. Our purpose is to either reveal hidden events, or inform the Reader or hero, or just offer the storymaker an excuse to change the perspectives of the characters throughout the series…
And yes, he is not ashamed to have us tell you this…
Just remember to pay attention to the story and its series if you wish, so that you may unlock the lore of Minecraftia…
And do not forget to leave a review. The storymaker has had a rough time on other internet sites getting his work reviewed. Without criticism, a work cannot be improved upon...
Now, we shall speak no more. It is time for the Narrator to have their chance to explain the setting…
Have fun, and turn to the next page to begin the tale… of David, the Hero of legacy…
Narration
A lone man ran through the dark halls of a stronghold, not minding the darkness due to the lasting effects of the night vision potion he had consumed.
"Where is the portal?" the man muttered to himself impatiently. "It should be around here."
A creeper appeared from an ancient library and the man drew his iron sword, its used blade shining weakly in the torchlight, and slammed the flat of the blade into the creeper, knocking it down to the ground. The man didn't want to take the time needed to end the mob, so he simply ran past it while the creeper struggled uselessly to get back to its feet.
"Where is it, where is it?!" the man muttered under his breath, "The Eyes led me directly to the stronghold. Perhaps I should use another Eye?" He stopped for a moment to think, then shook his head.
"No, there's no point in it. I'm not even looking for that portal." The man turned down a corner and let out a triumphant cheer as he came upon a chamber. "Ah-hah! There it is!" he laughed as he entered the portal room. Before him stood not the end portal, but a Nether portal, one that had been used in the ancient past by a forgotten hero on their quest. The portal was inactive, but from it he could sense there was an enormous history with this particular portal. History long forgotten by most of humanity for reasons unknown.
"Finally! It's time!" the man cackled. He approached the portal with a flint and steel in his hands, prepared to strike them together. All the portals to the Nether had been destroyed during the war nearly a century ago, once entry into the Nether had been declared a taboo by the Cities of Harmony that had established law and order across the Overworld. And while he could have simply built a portal himself, only this one led to the ruins of the once-mighty master Nether Fortress.
As he ignited the portal, it boomed and the entire frame was filled with swirling purple otherworldly energy. Particles began to form and float around the portal and he took a closer step towards it.
"Yes… yes… YES!" he hollered triumphantly. "It worked! Finally, the way to the Nether is open. The portal that had been built by the ancient hero of Minecraftia, I found it! And at last," The man put on a devious grin, "I shall construct the Wither. And once I do, all of humanity shall know my name!" He let out his triumphant laugh and entered the Nether portal.