A Minecraft Fan Fiction,
The Seed of Minecraft
By Scribe191
Prologue:
In the beginning, there was nothing but a vast emptiness, Inner Darkness and Outer Darkness. Then there were the gods. The gods created the Seed, the place where everything good in the World was made. It was a place full of magic and imagination.
The gods then created a caretaker for the Seed. Its name was the Void. The gods instructed the Void to watch over the Seed, to take care of it. It was also instructed to inform the gods of everything that happened. But it was to never, ever make contact with the god's creations. For if it did, terrible things would happen. The gods then went away, to attend to the matters of their world.
Many a year passed as the Void watched over the Seed. It grew lonely. One day, it saw a group of humans walking together, two males and a female. They were talking to together. Laughing together. Smiling at each other. Those three humans were friends. The Void had no friends. But it longed for friends.
So the Void eagerly came down to touch the minds of these three friends, to ask whether it could be their friend. But in its eagerness, it forgot the gods' warning. The Void was a higher being, a being of immense power. Its mere presence was too great for the mortals that were the gods' creation.
It drove them mad. Their brains were filled with the vast knowledge contained within the mind of the Void before it melted out of their ears. As they fell to their knees, their minds were twisted and warped beyond repair. Their bodies, exposed to the raw power radiating from the Void, were burnt to an unrecognizable charred crisp.
At once the gods knew what had happened. They summoned the Void into their presence. The Void begged for the gods' mercy, imploring them to not to punish it. But the Void's crime was unforgivable. The gods banished the Void to the Outer Darkness, the place where the souls of the dead go. The Void had taken care of the Living, but it had failed. Its punishment now was to take care of Dead.
But the damage the Void had done was irreversible. For the destruction of those three friends did not stop there. The place where they stood was also destroyed. But as the both were fading from existence, the Seed's magic imbued them with the energy of life, trying to stop them from fading away, as it did for all things that lived on the Seed.
The Seed's magic restored them to a halfway state, in between the living and the dead. Those three friends were the first Undead. As they're blackened skeletons rose from the ashes of their bodies, they discovered that the land around them would wither and die whenever they touched it. The soil under their feet hardened into a maroon colored rock. Writhing pillars of blood red stone, speckled with white, erupted from the ground. Geysers of water, now transformed into a fiery liquid, spurted out from under the ground.
It was a desolate scene, one straight from Hell. But Hell didn't exist. Until now. The three friends became the first demons. The land they stood on was the first Hell. And so the demons, drunk with the life energy that the Seed was feeding them, decided to replace the gods, and share their Hell to the inhabitants of the Seed.
And thus, the War of the Gods began.