Mysterious. That is the word that describes Minecraft, in all its wonder. Sheep frolic through the land, Cows graze lazily in the fields, and Pigs scurry through the grass searching for carrots and beetroot. Steve's golden clock was slowly turning as the sun rose over the hills, its light was blazing, yet calm as it shone through the leaves of the forest. Steve himself was quietly sitting on his favourite spot— the peak of the nearby mountain that overlooked the sea—and was eating his breakfast of melon slices and bread.

Steve then got up and walked to his small house and began to work on one of his many projects. He was content with his humble home in the wilderness, and didn't want to hang around in the bustling cities of Hive, Avicus, Mineplex, or Keinett. As the sunlight turned from gold to white, Steve harvested crops from his farm and chopped down oak trees for wood. He passed by the dog house, where his dog, Stewart, slept comfortably, and woke the groggy hound to hunt rabbits in the forest.

"Aw, wake up, Stewart! We have work to do! Daylight doesn't last forever, so let's go!" Steve said happily.

Hours have passed since the happy duo of master and dog left home to go hunting. When they got back, Steve had around five raw rabbit meats in his inventory.

"This will make a terrific dinner, right boy?" He said to Stewart, who agreed by wagging his fluffy, white wolf tail.

This had been a beautiful day, with not a single hassle. But little did Steve know that the next day ahead of him would change his view of Minecraftia forever. Steve peacefully lay on his bed, but he kept hearing the sounds of those who he never thought he would be friends with. The sounds of Endermen.