Hey guys! I couldn't help myself and decided to write twice in one day. So here's what you get when you mix a Sunday with a girl going a little stir-crazy. So anyway, back to the fanfic, and may you all be attacked by squids.
Disclaimer: I don't own Minecraft, Mojang does.
All That Glitters
Steve was nervous. Now this was the same man who had faced off against terrifying monsters and deadly lava just trying to make a living, so needless to say, Steve didn't scare easy. Steve had gone on dozens of mining trips before, so why was he so uneasy about this one?
Maybe it was the foggy sky. Steve knew that the clouds would provide darkness sufficient enough for mobs to spawn in the area.
It could have been the lack of noise. Steve couldn't hear a sound, save for the sound of his footsteps echoing of the walls of the vast cavern he was in, constantly reassuring him he hadn't gone deaf.
Or perhaps it was the eerie feeling that someone was watching him. With each clattering step he took, whoever was watching him was getting closer and closer. So close, in fact, that he could practically feel them breathing down his neck. And yet every time he dared a glance behind him, they would be gone.
'Someone is playing games with me,' Steve thought suspiciously.
"H-hello?" Steve bravely dared to call out.
The lack of an answer only seemed to confirm Steve's guess. He dared another glace only to see something glinting in the blackness of the cave. Steve gasped. It looked like… diamonds! Steve immediately grasped his iron pick and rushed in the direction. And sure enough, there the gleaming gems were, shining at him almost as though they were placed there on purpose. He could finally get enough money to pay off the debt his family had begun to owe after his father had died. Steve eagerly mined up the gleaming gems only to hear an ominous chuckle coming from right behind him. Steve almost immediately drew his sword.
The old sword was a family heirloom. It had been in their possession for hundreds of years before Steve had even been a twinkle in his father's eye. On the scratched surface of the ancient blade laid Steve's last name, the name of his family, Angelus Lapisus. It had become an inside joke in his family that the blade was lucky because of the fact that it had saved his life several times while he was mining to support his family.
Anyway, the unsettling chuckle had died as soon as Steve drew his sword, almost as if they thought whatever fight that they both knew was ultimately coming was going to become a tad, however minute, amount harder. From what Steve could tell from their teasing cackle, the owner was most definitely a man. Who, Steve had no idea. But at least Steve could narrow it down to someone of a certain gender now.
As if he had heard Steve's thoughts, the looming figure smirked wickedly in the shadows where he had hidden himself.
'So you want a fight, Mortal?' Thought the Menace darkly, 'You know what they say, be careful what you wish for.