Chapter One: Spawn
Imagine dying, and waking up again. A few million times over and over again. Always getting a little older each death, but losing a life time upon awaking. In this world, this is how things are done. Not completely remembering your old life, but at the same time, somehow building upon it.
It begins foggily. Images are flashing and memories fleeing.
I sit up abruptly. My mind a blank slate, with only the faintest inkling of what had just past. No matter. I had died and now I can start my life anew. The grass is cool underneath me, which is a nice change from the memory of hot sun that still lingers on my tan skin. I check my pack to see if there is anything in my inventory that would be of use in this forest. Only a flint and steel greets me. My face twists in confusion. The object you spawn with is something that is relevant to you in one way or another. Am I a trickster? I shake the idea way, for I don't feel like an evil person. I could just have a fiery temper. If only I could remember my last talisman. I brush off the mystery as well as the dirt on my jeans and stand.
The green clearing in which I had spawned will make a satisfactory home. Leaves and grass crunch under my boots as I construct a small base for shelter. There is an abundance of wood in the forest around me so I use that to build and as a starting point for gathering resources. I mine and hunt through the afternoon and I slowly fill my inventory with ores and supplies.
The stars are starting to twinkle above me as I shear the last bit of wool for a bed. While mumbling about the lack of sheep in the area, I hear a grown behind me. I whip out a freshly crafted sword as a moaning, molding zombie lumbers up to me. I thrust my sword into its head and slay it. I hear other sounds of a horde of the undead and sprit back to my sturdy abode.
What? I see a bright orange glow emanating from the location of my house. I run faster still as I come upon my shack in flames. I immediately halt and check my inventory. My flint and steel are still there, as is everything else I had gathered. I have no bucket of water on me but I am not to heartbroken; I will not lose anything of value to the fire.
A falling block of wood causes me to jump away from the flames. But as it lands, an enchanted diamond sword flies past and embeds itself into the smoldering block. I grip my sword tighter and stumble backwards as a dark cloaked figure appears, frees the sword and walks toward me. I see the flash of diamond from under his cloak. I am out matched severely with my stone sword and leather boots. I do not surrender however; I fight back with everything I have. As we duel, sparks flying as our swords make contact, the weight of the day inconveniently decides to falls on me and I stumble. The cloaked man uses this falter to his advantage and lands a hard blow to my side. A gash opens and I fall to my knees. I fumble for my sword but the man kicks it back towards the burning shack. The diamond reflects the flames as he raises it above my head, ready to finish me off. Suddenly an arrow comes from somewhere to the right of me and strikes the wielding hand, making the man drop the sword out of pain. Two more arrows land in his head and he falls to the ground, dead. The last thing I see is another cloaked figure with a bow running towards me. I try to stay conscious but everything quickly fades into nothingness.
The girl collapses on to the ground as I sprint towards her. Her long red hair fans out under her. I drag her further away from the growing flames and next to a little pond at the edge of the clearing. Her wound is large and life threatening. I reach into my inventory and pull out my needle and thread to begin to stich up her side. I look over her. She looks like she hasn't been here more than the day, but at the same time like she has lived had many life times. Her yellow shirt is torn and stained with blood. She groans and her eyes flicker. In the flame they are a beautiful combination of yellow, orange and red. So unique. Just like the embers that settle on the fire.
"What-"she starts to say. I hush her. She gives me an annoyed look.
"Sleep, you are safe" I assure her. Her face gives away that she would rather argue, but the pain pulls her back into slumber.
I lean against a tree, an arrow notched in my bow. I gaze off into the night, watching for enemy mobs. The night is cool but at the same time warmed by the hut blazing like a bonfire. I pick off mobs and work on crafting a new bow and an iron helmet for the girl for when she wakes up. She can hold her own no doubt, but better weapons and armor can always sway a fight. I stay with her through the night and protect her as the hut is reduced to embers and the blessed dawn slowly makes its way forward.
Hey! Welcome! You made it to the end of the chapter! You get a free sandwich! Thanks for reading and if you feel inclined to do so, leave a review! If I continue this story, new chapters will be few and far between. (At least maybe until summer.) Again thank you and have a good one!
-FlufferNutter-