My head hurts. Ugh, I can't think straight. Where, where am I?
My life changed so suddenly that day. The sun, it's so bright. It seems so recent, yet it's been years. Everything's... blocks. That island where it all started, everything's... different, where my adventure began. I suppose you wish to know what happened, well, let me tell you.
The sun shone brightly, the waters were calm, everything was peaceful. Except me. I
tried to comprehend, to remember something, anything. Nothing, ab-so-lutely nothing. I panicked, ran around in a frenzy, waving my arms as if some magical being was going to swoop down and take me by the hand and back to what I knew. Then I realized something else, I didn't actually remember anything. I was 'bout as lost as one could be. My mind went a little off for a while there, I can't remember much after that. The only thing I remember is attempting to swim offshore and then almost drowning. Maybe I actually tried drowning myself, I'm unsure. But eventually I came to my senses and climbed ashore. Tried to get some bearings, figure out my situation. There was grass, a single tree on the far side of the island and water, lots and lots of water.
The island itself was not that big, maybe about ten minutes from one side to the other. A little cramped feeling despite the huge ocean and sky surrounding me. Interesting how uncertainty can make one feel trapped, alone, shackled down by an overwhelming fear to see what will come out of the unknown and take one down with it. As I look back now I think it really was a beautiful place.
But back then is not now, now is not then, and then all I was thinking about was not
dying, maybe not dying, perhaps dying alone, without anyone. No one knowing where I was, who I was. Completely and utterly alone. Uhm, where was I, yes yes, the tree. It was a quaint tree, stood not much taller than I. The wood was a brown color, the leaves green and full of life. I stepped up to it, not too fast, not too slow. A pace that showed curiosity but not carelessness. The grass made a soft crunching sound as I travelled across it. Crunch crunch crunch.
Then I reached the tree. Despite being so small I felt defenseless against it. I felt as if the leaves would wrap me up and take me away into darkness, never to seen again. Out of fear I punched the tree down. All four pieces of it, leaving the leaves without life, unable to come after me. Each piece lay on the grass, spinning. It's still strange now how that worked. A mind of their own it seemed. They slipped into my inventory, on their own. At the time I didn't take much note of it, I mean, I had just punched a tree down out of fear for pete's sake. Wasn't exactly worrying about logic. Logic was a matter of pleasure, a luxury that I did not have. Pleasure, a dream. As of then, my only dream was surviving.
The wood, the beginning of it all, strange how I knew what to do with it, as if there was
instinct built into my very essence. I opened my inventory. I don't know if it was by accident or what but it happened and that's how it is. A screen jumped open before me, it startled me. My heart raced, what is this? My breathing heaved. I didn't know what to think. I was baffled. As my eyes scrambled to find a sense of normality, they found none, they landed upon the wood. I got even more petrified, the wood has invaded my being, what do I do? I felt like I may pass out. I had to get rid of it. Destroy it, change it, something. And so I did. I saw a little two by two grid that sat in the top right corner of my inventory.
Fear, it was fear that drove my every action, what drove me to change that wood into planks. I suppose fears good for something, sometimes. If one fears something enough, they'll do anything within their power to get rid of it. Am i wrong? No. It's either that or one is consumed by their fear, and that is something worse than death. Fear had given me the ability to learn, learn that I had more control than I first thought. This eased my strain, if only slightly. I was still sweating and I'm fairly certain that of I could wet my pants, I… I think you get the picture.
After that, it was less fear and more instinct that made me do what I did next. Where this instinct came from, I don't know. Perhaps it's natural instinct, the desire to survive or, maybe, an unnatural, fabricated instinct. Who knows? But that doesn't matter, the story, I lose track of things easily. So many things to think about all at once, try and not spoil the story all at once. I digress. The planks, I turned them into a crafting table, a block that allows for the creation of an infinite array of creations. I close my inventory. The crafting table was in my hand. Through my power I had taken my fear and turned it into something great and I placed it on the ground.
Infinite possibilities right in front of me. Yet I did nothing. I stared at it, a quizzical look
plastered all over my face. May as well of had a question mark over my head. Of course, back then, I was just relieved that the monster wood was gone. Ridiculous.
Then the tree came after me again, this time little, green saplings fell upon me and made their way into my inventory. They were in my hand and all I did was stare at them. No fear, no panic, honestly no feeling at all. It was strange, suddenly my world was different. I don't know exactly what changed but I suddenly knew what to do; survive. A singular word that drove the rest of my existence. The saplings had life, I had life. I planted them. Now there was more life. I had helped life grow. For the first time I felt… happy. A wave of relief flowed over me. I sighed a sigh of satisfaction. I took a step back and took in the world around me. Magnificent. Awe-inspiring. So, this is my world. Is there more? I want to see more. The infinite unknown, all of it, I will know. Maybe a little bit of a lofty goal but, hey, I was excited.
The trees grew, slowly, then all at once. Some were taller than others, four, five, six
blocks tall, varying heights, all of them brought to existence by my hand. Then they were brought down by my hand. All the wood flowed into my inventory. We were friends now, the wood and I. The trees showed their friendship by giving me nourishment. Little red, juicy apples. I ate one. It was delicious. I felt filled. I turned the wood into planks and built myself a little shack. It was nothing inspiring or grand, but it was mine, I had created something myself.
By now the sun was setting. A pink hue covered the ocean, a glorious pallet of different shades of pink. The night gradually spread across the sky, the moon rose high in the sky, reflecting the sun's rays against its white surface. It was a full moon. Large and proud. It filled the whole sky with its rays that it took from the sun. My little shack looked like a shrine the way it reflected the moonlight. Pretty. I laid on the ground, staring up at the sky, the sky staring back at me. It was clear, not a cloud in the sky. Peaceful, like myself. It was a pleasure to live, to enjoy life.
I lived my life on that island for a few days. Growing and breaking trees. Saplings and
apple, apples and saplings. I was happy. Then the storm came.