A Minecraft Adventure : Miles vs. The World

A Minecraft Fan Fiction by VGamer21

Note from the author: This is my first real fan fiction, so I have no clue how this will go. This is only the first chapter, so I am actually planning on writing more of this in the near future. I actually got the idea for this out of the blue while playing around with some of the new features in Minecraft 1.4, mainly the new Book & Quill item, which gives the ability to write in books. I was excited to see where I could go with this, so I started writing a story off of the top of my head to see how it would go. My plan is to write them in-game first, and then later copy them over to here to see how they fare on the Internet. I tried to make sound as professional as possible, so I hope it comes across that way. Anyway, enjoy the story and let me know what you think! ~Vee

P.S. The line breaks in between paragraphs will typically mark a change in time or setting. In this chapter, it will switch between setting the scene and the main character.

Chapter 1: Beginnings

It was a bright, calm morning. The sun shone, the water rose and fell rhythmically nearby animals roamed freely in the cool grass. A lone adventurer stood in awe of the magnificent splendor before him.

The adventurer wore simple garb: a light gray t-shirt with some comfortable pants and sensible shoes. He had no other real luggage save for what he had on him: a few pieces of bread, a cheap wooden ax and some eggs he had found from some chickens passing by. Nonetheless, he looked forward towards the landscape with a look of determination glimmering in his eyes. He had been searching for days for the best place he felt he could soon call home, and could finally say that he had found it.

The location that he had chosen was quite a sight to see. The hills beyond rolled on for miles, with a modest forest to the west and a calm river nestled in the crevices between the hills. Several hundred meters in, the river opened up to a moderately-sized lake, and the hills flattened out on one side into a nice crisp, clear beach. It was, in all aspects, the perfect place to start a new life.

In the town he was from, it was always considered a great accomplishment to set out and commandeer a great building site in the great expanse that they called their world. To cross the boundaries was a higher honor still. Very still had done so, and since it had only been done in the pioneering age of exploration, had not been successfully done in years. Due to the aftereffects of many of these ill-regarded failed attempts, any attempt made to cross these boundaries again would be considered illegal and immoral.

However, the damage had been done, and remnants of the failed attempts still linger around the world in the form of black, soulless creatures that haunted the night. Because they did not appear until the end of the Pioneering Age, they became regarded in journals as "Enderman," because according to several journals, "gazing into the eyes of one of these monstrosities marked the end of you."

Still, those who ventured outside and lived to tell the tale were thought of with the utmost regard in society. Whenever they would come back to town to weave their story for the townsfolk, news of their visit spread quickly, and would usually be met by a large crowd of eager citizens who were always excited to hear of their heroic adventures.

Returning now to the hero of this tale, he has just begun to make a home for himself. Using his small ax, he has managed to down several small trees and create some solid boarding for a habitable structure, and had just enough left over to build a small workbench, which he would use from then on for anything else that he needed.

Finding an open face in a nearby hillside, he set to work chipping away at the stone with a small pick he constructed from some sticks and some sturdy planks left from building. At first, hacking away at the hillside yielded no real reward, but diligent effort eventually rewarded him with a small vein of coal tucked away in the stone.

After breaking away a good portion of the dirty black rock, the already worn chisel of his pick split down the middle, rendering it unusable. It was at this point that night began to fall over the quite landscape. Hastily making his way back to his small cottage nestled in a clearing among the trees, he set about making some usable tools from the stone he gathered while digging. After some time, he successfully created a small coal-run furnace and some stronger, more durable tools to replace the ones that had broken from his previous endeavors. Then, before he set it upon himself to modify the furnace so that it could be used properly, he took several small portions of coal and some short sticks to create some makeshift torches. Quickly, he set several of them in and around the outside of the cottage. From what he had heard, the monsters outside hated any form of light, especially sunlight.

Our adventurer had made sure to research what is necessary when surviving alone in the wild. Whenever a veteran adventurer returned to town, he made sure to be one of the first ones there so as to learn the most from those wiser than him who cared to give advice. Often times, they were very glad to help someone hoping to go off on their own soon. Over the course of several months, he had gathered enough information that he felt he was ready to go off on his own when the time came.

Those who had made their decision to leave town could only do so after they met certain criteria. They had to be tested in their survival skills and in their ability to make decisions on short notice. They also had to be at or beyond a certain age so they knew they were at the appropriate level of maturity to be able to take living on their own seriously. When they met these requirements, a large ceremony would be held in the center of town to signify their departure into the outside world.

Whenever a departing ceremony was held, everyone in town would know about it because news tended to travel quickly among the citizens. There would always be a large amount of preparation put into the ceremony as well: bakers would prepare the finest pastries; butchers would prepare the most succulent meats; architects and designers would create a large, extravagant set for the festival surrounding it. It would become a large town-wide celebration.

When the time came for the festival to begin, the whole town would immediately buzz with activity. Not only was this an important moment for the soon-to-be adventurer, but also a great carnival for the whole town to enjoy. It was a time to be happy and enjoy oneself.

Towards the end of the festival, the ceremony that signified the sending off of new adventurer would begin. The young man/woman would be called onstage, along with their closest friends and relatives, by the mayor. Then, one of the heavily seasoned veterans who has retired to the town would walk to a large podium centered on the stage and deliver a speech describing both the significance and the importance of new adventurers. Close to the same speech would be given each year, so a lot of times, everyone knew what to expect. Still, it was a very exciting moment to witness.

After the speech, the mayor would take back the podium and present the newly-crowned adventurer with a small gift from the town of food and supplies. At this point, they would be asked to say a few words on their behalf. After they spoke, they would be allowed to say their farewells to those onstage alongside them and then be escorted to the edge of town. The escort would often be followed by a swarm of people wishing them the best of luck, to come back soon, to sign their novelty foam toys from the festival, etc.

This would mark the beginning of their brand new life.

This is the tale of the adventurer who shook the foundation of exploration to its core.

This is the tale of Miles, the boy who would ultimately cause the destruction of a whole world.

End of Chapter 1