The Grief of a lifetime
Hey guys! This is my first fan fiction. I hope you enjoy this! (please remember to review, as it allows me to make the story better!)
Steve woke to the crash of thunder raging outside his cosy wooden cottage, the windows shaking violently at the crash and many of his books falling from their bookshelves.
"Not another storm…"
After finally giving up to rest, he got up from his bed and observed what the thunder crash had done to him room. The shelves were slightly leaning from their positions. One of his paintings had fallen off its wall. The chest he kept well-guarded from danger was missing.
Wait.
The chest was missing!
Steve immediately dashed over to the chests origin position, and rubbed his eyes to see if he was dreaming or not.
The chest still remained missing.
In shock and horror, he immediately bent down and cupped his hand, as if water was going to be poured down from the sky. He then made a prayer to the gods of the world…
After he had done this, and not long after, a dim light spawned and hovered around Steve. It then continued to where the chest was, and then back to Steve. Where the light once was suddenly appeared someone hovering above Steve, with a grim look on his face.
"The tenth grief today…" he muttered. He then flew down to where the chest was and remained their stationary.
"The tenth? The tenth grief today?" Steve questioned.
The god said nothing, he just stayed completely stationary.
"Err… Hello?" Steve asked.
After a short while the God turned around to face Steve.
"I have dealt with the one responsible. His name…" the God said. He looked down in disgust.
"…Qwerty123."
Steve thought of that name. Qwerty123? He was sure he had heard it from somewhere. But where?
Suddenly another crash of thunder shook the house. Steve recoiled in shock.
"Could you please stop this storm?" Steve asked.
"Of course. You deserve some kind of compensation."
The God flew outside of Steve's slumbering, and then muttered a combination of words.
"/weather sun" he said.
Then, in complete obedience, the clouds parted revealing the bright yellow sun. The rain stopped falling from the light blue sky and the trees stopped swaying in the wind.
"There you go Steve." He said.
Then, as suddenly as he had appeared, he disappeared.
Steve sighed. That chest was full of many diamond tools and weapons, as well as every single music disc assorted neatly. And now they were all gone.
Then, he felt a slight rage. As if he wanted revenge. Blood thirsty revenge. So, with a sly smile Steve picked up the diamond sword hanging from his bed and put on his make shift iron armour. He was on his way to kill Qwerty123.