Steve awoke up in his bed in the early morning. His house was a nice quaint oak wood house. His bedroom was the majority of his shack. It had nice soft, white wool flooring and a glass pane window overlooking the head of the bed. Steve had a chest in which he held items that was precious to him. It held his favorite childhood toy, a wooden sword in which his father had made for him, he had a piece of pure Lapis Lazuli which he found. Among those he had a bone which belonged to a dead skeleton, a spider eye in a jar, and a old enchantment book that belong to a dungeon library to name a few.
Steve put on his shoes and walked out the door. Steve lived in the village of Ender Hollow. He was born grew up in the big city of Grand Utopia, the capital city of Minecraftia which was hundreds miles away. Steve didn't like the city, all the business was in the fishing and shipping goods industry. He wanted to live a more simpler life, so he moved into a village where he works as a coal miner. Steve knew everybody and everybody knew Steve in the village. As he walked down the gravel road to his work station he met up with Franklin, his friend had lived in Ender Hollow all his life. Franklin and Steve both worked for Mr. Porter, an old man who was in charge of Porter Mining. As the two enter the Work Station they signed in for work, grabbed their pick axes and headed towards the mine.
About an hour into work Steve had found a weird stone. It glistened in the dark. It had a pearly texture and was a black stone and it look odd. Steve struck it with his pick axe. He drove it deep into the stone. The ground started to shake slightly. Steve attempted to withdraw his tool from the stone but it was stuck. As he pull on it more, Steve put a foot on the block for leverage and uses both hands. The ground started to grow more violently as the cave started to collapse, when Steve finally freed the pick axe there was a flash of bright light and Steve was knocked back.