Steve walked peacefully among the world. His blocky world was so beautiful. He never had to drink, he could usurp the land and no one would care, and those who did could be obliterated in a single shot with his bow or diamond sword. It was paradise for everyone except the creepers, which explains why they always frown. But that would all change soon. Why? You will see.
Steve dropped by his quaint little cottage in the forest and grabbed a slightly damaged diamond shovel. As he pulled it out of the large wooden chest, he smiled with satisfaction. "This will do just perfectly." He walked out of his house and over to the left about fifty blocks when he saw it. The giant hole that he created with TNT, otherwise known as his mine. He was quite proud of it. It went down all the way to bedrock, and it was the perfect mob trap for the unsuspecting pigs that happened to "drop" by. He took a ladder down and collected some bones as well as some pork. He killed a chicken and picked up some feathers and an egg. He looked up to see an interesting sight. There was a hole straight in front of him that led to the void. "Hmm, I don't remember digging that..." he thought to himself. Suddenly he fell into the hole. "AAAAAAAAH!" The last thing he saw were two white eyes staring down at him as he fell into the endless shadows. "HEROBRINE, YOU EVIL SICK SON OF A DRUNKEN NOOOOOOoooootch.."
Steve fell... and fell... and fell... and never seemed to die! He just kept on falling into nothingness. "What the..." he muttered to himself. He had fallen for 15 minutes now, and not a half heart of damage was done to him. What was happening? Finally, the madness was ending, though not in the way he thought. The sky was turning blue again. To add to that, below him he saw not his blocky, 16 bit world that he knew, but a smoother world, with ridges that you could slide on like water, trees that grew tall and outward, and not a single cube in sight. He could only marvel at this strange world for a few seconds before he hit the ground with a thud, bringing up dirt and grass as he landed.
Steve woke up, still in the crater he made. He tried to stand, but fell backwards onto the dirt below. He tried one more time. Boom. He tried another time. Boom. He tried a couple more times. Stand, thud. Stand, thud. Stand, thud. "Why cant I stand?!" he grumbled angrily to himself. "I feel fine." He then looked down to see the reason. He had paws!
That was the first chapter, rate and review, as always, and give me any suggestions, and all that. BYE!