(11/16/13)- This is the first fanfiction that I have ever published, so expect the novice-related writing mistakes if you happen to read it. Chapter sixteen has been deleted for quite some time now, and that's because it starts a new arc to a story I'll never complete.
(9/15/15)- This old tale feels so foreign to me; it debuted nearly three years ago! Thus, I want to add that it was running on Minecraft versions 1.4 to 1.5. I'm strongly considering editing some things about it that make me cringe at this point- this still remains my most viewed story!
Eva wondered through the grassy vast plains towards her home. She now lived in the dense oak and white birch forests, for she was kicked out of her former village. She was a testificate, and she was experimenting with magic on her fellow villagers by creating potions for her people. Sharing the potions, people appreciated what Eva did, which Eva loved to do. One day she gave her friend's young son a new potion that Eva had just made. The people trusted it, of course, since all of Eva's potions were intended for good. The potion had catastrophic effects for the young human. She managed to turn the child into a creeper by having him drink that potion. The people instantly rejected her presence after that incident. She had two choices after the incident; leave the village and never return, or be slaughtered by the village's iron golem. If she would ever return to the village and go within its limits, the villagers and golem would attack her on sight.
Eva was dubbed a witch. She didn't really want to turn the child into a creeper; she thought the potion she made was one of strength. She tried to remember the ingredients for the potion time and time again. Eva was never able to obtain the potion of shape shifting. The young villager eventually may have turned back into a human if he didn't blow himself up. She wasn't sure in the potion had been permanent.
Eva sprinted back to her cobblestone house at that point. Night was approaching rapidly. All the terrifying creatures were due to appear. Finally reaching the thick forest, Eva raced past several oak and birch trees. Slashing through the tangled grass and brush with her iron sword, she finally arrived her cobblestone abode in front of her. Eva had a habit of placing a rose and a dandelion by the front door. Infrequently one or both flowers would disappear after sunset and move somewhere nearby when Eva awoke the next morning. Eva, who was twenty-seven years of age and an avid miner and potion maker, knew Endermen did that. She avoided those creatures at all costs- they terrified her more than zombies and creepers. Ever since she saw what happened to her father, Eva would never approve of Endermen again.
Eva pushed the wooden button to the right of the doorway, opening the heavy iron door. She proceeded inside, now protected from the night. Eva had three zombies break through the wooden door that was previously in its place. She threw splash potions of healing at the undead creatures until their deaths. After her encounter, she scrambled to construct an iron door to replace the ruined wooden one.
Eva's house was rectangular with a pitched roof. The house's walls were all made of cobblestone. The roof was made of common oak wood. The floor was a long sheet of reddish jungle wood, which Eva had to travel quite a distance to obtain. Windows cut through the cobblestone walls on all sides of the house. Torches were placed every three meters inside. Eva's bed was two meters from the left wall. Numerous chests, furnaces, cauldrons, and one crafting table were put adjacent to the outer walls.
Eva had returned from mining coal and iron. She killed a few zombies, skeletons, spiders, and a creeper in the cavern she was in. Eva always had a sense of adventure- exploring new caverns was a thrill for her. Just to fool around, she sometimes drank an invisibility potion before exploring a cavern. Eva tried not to laugh as the zombies, skeletons, spiders and creepers could sense her, wondering all over the cavern, but failed to find Eva.
Although diamond was the most valuable find of all, Eva was fond of emeralds and lapis lazuli. Inside Eva's house, blocks of the two substances were placed around the chests and furnaces.
Eva was the prime minister when it came to organization. She put away the mined iron in a chest reserved for unrefined ores. The coal was placed in the refined ores box. The drops from the creatures she killed were all placed in a chest right next to the ore chest, ranking from zombie flesh as the least valuable, to the gunpowder, the most second valuable. The Ender pearls reigned above all, since Eva had much difficulty killing Endermen with only water. Eva collected only four Ender pearls- and she had resided in her current home for three years. One of the pearls was given to Eva by a passerby that desperately required supplies. Eva happily took his gift.
The sun just set, but Eva didn't want to sleep. She turned and walked towards the right side of her house. There she had a ladder that led down to her lair where she made potions. Eva climbed down to the area. The stony grey basement matched the rectangular structure of her house on the side she climbed down to. This side had a nether wart farm, a brewing station, and a few chests and was totally lit. The other side was an identical rectangle, separated by a glass wall. Beyond the wall, it was pitch black. The typical zombies, skeletons, spiders, and creepers along with a bat or two were there. The spiders and zombies crept up towards the wall, noticing Eva's presence. The spiders' fangs gleamed with a nasty liquid, wanting to bite into Eva. The zombies moaned annoyingly, staring at Eva with the hunger for her flesh.
In her basement, Eva kept the ceiling low, only two meters. She dreaded the thought of the Endermen once again, on the other side, making their weird sounds and Eva seeing their bright glowing magenta eyes. Just the thought sent a chill up her spine. The mere memories of her murdered father flooded back, and Eva did anything to forget that. She didn't fight them or experiment potions on Endermen from of her extreme fright. It was far too risky. Literally, once wrong glance and she could be dead.
The purpose of the dark area was to experiment on overworldly mobs. Each new potion Eva made was tested on each creature. Eva, being a lonely witch and regularly alone, wanted to try and transform a hostile creature into a human or testificate, the opposite of what she did three years ago. She used wild combinations in her potions: diamonds, obsidian, lava, ghast tears, food, dirt, and everything in-between to possibly find the transformation potion. Eva concluded the potion must be different from the one to transform a human to a creeper. Eva didn't have a testificate other than herself to experiment on, and she wasn't about to risk screwing up and transforming into a creeper herself.
Eva had once gone to Nether to get potion-making supplies. She found out that going to the dangerous, lava filled hell world could be avoided all together. After Eva's portal spawned right next to a blaze spawner, she saw that sometimes the fiery beings came through the portal after Eva left the Nether. Eva decided to build an iron golem in the room with the Nether portal to fight the blazes that passed through. It worked rather well. Sometimes magma cubes and zombie pigmen come through. Once a ghast did, and Eva had no clue how it had fit through the portal. Anyway, she collected a considerable amount of supplies from her iron golem.
Eva's Nether portal room as on the opposite side of the room, far from the brewing area. It was the only non-rectangular room, the portal room was square. An iron door separated the portal room from the brewing area. Eva stepped over to the door, looking through the openings in it. She didn't see anything lying around, and went to the brewing station.
Bored, Eva decided to make something. She looked in a chest near the brewing station and pulled out three pork chops, a blue diamond, a piece of purple obsidian, redstone, blaze powder, gunpowder, and some wool. She wrote down the ingredients in case the concoction and an effect, but she doubted it. Lava will be used as the liquid for the potion. She put all the materials except for the lava on the station. Eva did her magic, using a spell on the materials so they would mix with the lava and not burn to nothing. This was going to be a splash potion, since the potion wasn't intended for consumption by Eva.
Eva added the lava, hoping her spell worked. Thankfully, it did. Everything blended smoothly. Now Eva cast another spell to cool the piping hot liquid so she could handle the new potion without scalds on her hands.
The resulting potion was a glowing orange. "It's not dull, so it must have an effect." Eva thought to herself. Eva was excited for this potion to do its important work. Eva's hands shook from her anticipation.
Holding the potion in her left hand, Eva found an iron ingot from the nearby chest. She took the cold metal bar out so she could smash the glass and throw the potion at the hostiles on the other side.
Armed with the potion and iron ingot, Eva moved over to the glass wall, where a zombie stood, its arms out, moaning at her. He would be the first victim. Shielding her face, Eva forcefully hit the glass with the iron bar. The shattered glass hit the zombie, hurting it somewhat. Eva backed away, throwing the glowing potion at the zombie. Eva retreated back further and waited for an effect.
The zombie began to glow a brilliant white upon contact with the splash. The transformation! Its clothes were changing, repairing the many slashes in the fabric, and its skin started to heal.
Eva was astounded. She decided to make a few more potions to try them on the other creatures inside. Eva hustled to make three extra potions. Eva ran back over to the hole in the glass wall, throwing another potion in. She successfully hit a skeleton, creeper, and a spider with a single potion. Right now, luck was on her side. She waited, expecting the transformations to take a few minutes.
Not much happened as Eva waited patiently for a positive result. After ten minutes, any sign of a fully transformed creature left Eva's mind. The effected creatures looked ridiculous; the four affected hostiles had clothes on. Eva had to laugh at them; the skeleton's grey pants were at its feet. The creeper's shirt fell down to its feet also, its shirt matching its green skin. The spider didn't even fit into its clothing, and Eva couldn't distinguish the spider's shirt from its pants. The zombie had a green baseball hat on for an unintelligible reason.
Despite their silly looks, Eva felt foolish. She created another failed potion. She wasted four diamonds, four blocks of obsidian, four blaze powder and all her pork chops on yet another failure. When will something work? Eva became discouraged and angry. Why does she continue to do this work which yields nothing in return? "Three years, and still, everything is all unsuccessful!" Eva yelled at the clothed mobs past the transparent wall. "Damn you, all you despicable things! I'm done doing this!"
She went back up the ladder. Her clock's time stated that it was about eleven already. Two bottles of potion remained. Eva was disgusted with the countless potions that all failed miserably. She stepped over to her door. Upon placing her feet on the wooden pressure plate, the iron door swung open. She launched the vials of orange liquid furiously towards an unsuspecting creeper. She missed, but it didn't matter. Eva decided to quit this transformation potion business. Nothing she did worked. Eva moved off the pressure plate, which closed the iron door. Eva walked over to her bed and climbed in under the blue, patterned covers. There she slept off her sad disappointments, mounted up from those three years of miserable failures.