I was running. Trees and dirt flashed before my eyes. I ran up a hill and rolled. Towards a village, I went, they were following. They, they, they haunted my dreams and every soul who lives in this world. The undead were coming… coming.
I woke up, yawning. Stretching I got ready for the day. I left the comfort of my bed and walked into my kitchen. It was nothing fancy, just a cobble floor, wood walls and roof. I cooked up a chicken in my furnace, and made some hot chocolate with my cocoa beans. I drank the warm drink. I ate my chicken and picked up my axe. I cut down a couple trees and put them in my wood chest. Half the day was gone already. Time flies when you have work to do, I visited the farm and cut wool from my sheep. I pet the cows and pigs and collected some melons. The sun was going down, so I went back in and grabbed a book. I always go once in a while to trade with the villagers. I traded for some books last week. The book I was reading was called The Games. It was about some killing game. So far, it was very interesting. I read for an hour or so and then I called it a night. I turned my lamp off, and went to sleep. The next morning my pet bat, Queen, came to me with a message. It was from my brother, Jason, he wanted me to visit. He lived almost two days away. Oh well.
I packed some food, my iron sword, pickaxe, axe, shovel, and some torches. I gave Queen a message, saying to Jason, I was coming. I set off and locked my doors, set everything, and walked to the end of the road and whistled to my wolves, Ace and Breeze. They ran to my side and we started off. On our adventure, a one that no one would have saw coming.
I leaned against the tree and made a small fire. I heated some soup up and drank it. I gave my wolves bits of pork and they nibbled on it. I put down my gear and lay next to the fire. I dreamed. It was not pleasant. Dark images and pictures of blood and terror filled my soul. Was a war coming? When Breeze awoke me, I was sweating. She looked worried and so did Ace. A strong thought filled my mind, "At least, they can sense when I am going through something bad" My wolves and I had been through a lot. Near-death experiences and the wilderness, it was a strong bound they and I shared. I gathered up my gear and stood up. We pressed on, making it to my brother house by sundown. My brother, of course, was richer than me. He had stacks on stacks of diamonds, because he went mining often. I liked building and exploring. I was always nervous when I went into the deep undergrounds. I was happy to see him, but then my smile faded… Something was wrong.
I went up, "What's wrong?" I asked. His eye looked worn out. "War is coming," he said. I followed him inside and he showed me what had happened. The mobs were sick of being refined in the Dark Country. It was small and they wanted our land. They had announced war. I gasped. This was bad because my brother and I lived so close to the border. Our area elder had posted us for war because we were strong fighters. I hated war. My dad had died in it; he had defeated half a legion before he went down. I was proud, but I also never wanted war to come again. It was a terror that always threatened our world. I knew my world had changed. My brother and I were going to war.
I woke up sick with a headache. Pain throbbed through my head; the thought of going to war was too overwhelming. I drank some water and got up to do something. To distract myself from the war. I ran to the small farm, my brother had and picked out some wheat, carrots and potatoes. I went inside and made some bread. I made some carrot, beef, and potato stew for later. My brother was still in bed because unlike me he likes to sleep in. Quickly, I simmered down the fire, grabbed a spear, and started attacking the side of the barn. I feinted, slashed, stabbed, and swept at the grass. By noon, I was sweating and feeling tired. I went inside and took a bath. As I sat there, I tried to wrap my head around the thought that people wanted war to happen. I went out feeling refreshed and went down to the mineshafts with my brother. I was a bit nervous, but the war made me feel more nervous. As we walked down the long path, my brother and I talked about any new news and about the time we still had our mom and dad. I swung my pickaxe over my shoulder and we walked down. We started strip mining and we got some nice chunks of iron, lots of coal, gold, and a few diamonds! The day was over and we trudged back up the steps tired. You were supposed to report to the war council next week, and the closest major base was a two hundred miles away. I borrowed my brother's second horse, Hunter. My brother got on his horse, Titan. We started to trot away. I whistled and my wolves came bounding from the forest eager to go on our adventure.
My debut chapter!