Author's Notes:

Hello, and welcome to my first *published* fanfiction, Yuri Here! I have written many fanfictions in the past, my favorite about vanilla Minecraft and a Fire Red novelization, but I have scrapped them because I feel I need to improve in my writing and make them better in the future.

First let me introduce myself. My name is Shane, but you might know me as Shaneguy or doody44. I am a dedicated PC gamer who is particularly obsessed with Minecraft. I started a youtube channel with my best friend, DeltaEXE, on Youtube as "urherestudios", and we plan to do an animated series based on a futuristic Minecraftia setting called "Chunks Reloaded". Due to budget problems and the breaking of his microphone, videos have been kinda postponed, although hopefully not for TOO long. Anyway, he does most of the writing for it, so I figured I'd start off my virtual writing "career" with MY take on the story, from the viewpoint of my character. I have changed the names of most of the characters to ones that I feel are more usable for my tastes, and have altered the storyline a bit, though it follows the same general series of events.

The prologue is really short (I apologize!), but I should have the next few chapters uploaded fairly soon. They aren't always very long, but there are a BUNCH of them, so if a chapter seems kinda unproductive or lacking in length, be assured it will all fit eventually. I really hope you enjoy the story! If you could, PLEASE leave me some constructive criticism every now and then on ways that I can improve my writing, as that's what it's all about! I promise I won't be offended (I know some people are very protective when it comes to their writing), and I will apply what you all tell me to get better!

Now, without further ado, THE STORY!


Prologue


To Be Clear…

Nobody likes to be thrown into a strange scenario without knowing all of the details first.

Well, yeah, but life's tough and you don't always get what you want.

Fortunately, I took it upon myself to clear some things up before we start.

You, an average resident on the planet of Earth, generally behave the same way as the other of the seven billion humans on planet Earth do. You wake up each morning in your safe, government-provided house. You slip your dainty little feet into those warm, protective slippers you love. As you shuffle into your kitchen each morn, somehow still whining about your being tired after a successful nine hours of sleep, you use your little robot-slaves of technology to heat you up a cup of refreshing coffee. You eat your hearty breakfast, which was grown or manufactured by someone else, until it is time for "work". You then hop into your *insert luxuriously convenient vehicle here* and drive to *insert first-world-problem related job here* on the comfortably paved roads that are provided to you. After your day of meaningless effort, you head back home in said vehicle, on said paved roads, to said comfy home.

Now, sure, there are taxes! And unpaid vacation time! And, Honey, Johnson's being a jerk at the office again! But guess what.

Cake. A deliciously, easy slice of cake compared to my world.

Have you ever been pulled out of bed in the middle of the night by a spider the size of your car and had to defend yourself with a mere pillow? Do you have an irrational fear of being blown to pieces when you step outside your front door? Do you get shot in the arm via arrow on a regular basis?

If you answered no, then I invite you to spend a day in MY world and call it hard.

I live in the mysterious land of Minecraftia. Is it a planet? Is it a continent? Is it a tiny, forgotten country in the middle of a vast, never-ending sea?

Nobody knows. Nobody who ventures far enough ever returns.

Now, you may have heard the tales of a man named Steve, who sent out journals of his adventures into space long ago. Thusly, you may recognize the name "Minecraftia" as that of the cubular, medieval land as he describes it. Things have changed a lot since then.

The world is not made of blocks anymore. The landscape has smoothed itself out into more smooth terrain. We have evolved our technology, however slightly. We have discovered some partial benefits of electricity, although it is used sparingly to conserve. We still power most everything by coal and redstone.

Now, that's not to say that we're THAT primitive. You may have heard of the epic tales of the Heroes of Old; of the great Blue Xephos, or of the might Honey Dew. Perhaps you're familiar with the infamous Seth Bling, or the beloved Captain of Sparkles. These awe-inspiring warriors shaped the world into its current state.

We now have advanced enough technology to construct crude machines. We can build cannons, and radar, and mechs. Again, however, only those fortunate to get their hands on enough resources can do this. No cars for the general public, or cell phones in everyone's hands. In fact, although we have what we have, this does nothing by way of stopping the hordes of creatures that invade in the night. We are still threatened by the daunting threat of imminent raid. Of a violent explosion that could end our life. Of an onslaught of arrows directly into our abdomens by a skeleton. And the worst past; now, they don't go away during the day. They are ALWAYS here. The zombies, the skeletons, the endermen, the spiders, the creepers; they have evolved to cope with what was once our only protection, the sun.

Anyway, as hard as it is to believe, that's not even our biggest problem right now. That's right, you heard me. War. As if we could afford any more danger in this apocalyptic world.

Basically, it's a two-sided war. You have the vile legion, led by Lord Herobrine himself, and then you have us, the Crafter's League. Herobrine, the feared lord of the monsters, has lived for hundreds of years. The corruption and wickedness from all of his uncanny consorts has drained out the pupils from his eyeballs, leaving only an eerie white glow in its place. Just to spite us, his followers (in ADDITION to the monsters at his command), wear white lenses over their eyes to look like him. That's right, people actually volunteer to join this crap! Freaky stuff, man. We, the Crafter's League, are ruled by Steve. Yes, Steve, the same man mentioned earlier. He, too, has lived for hundreds of years. Both still alive.

Anyway, Herobrine fights to rule the world, and we fight to keep it free. Pretty original story, eh?

So yeah. Glad I could clear some stuff up before I launch into the story of what happened to us.

Who is "us", you ask?

Well, shut up and be patient. You'll find out eventually.

Probably.

Hey, life's tough, remember?


Thanks for reading! Again, if you could leave a review with some constructive criticism, it'd be muchly appreciated! And I hope I've intrigued you to stick around for the rest of the story. :)

ALSO - you might notice the cover art for the story is a little...lacking. Basically, I want it to be a red arrow crashing down and cracking the floor, all with a black background. I know I'm a nooby at this stuff and I'm not very promising yet, but if anyone wants to make a BETTER version of it then please, I would really appreciate it! Rest assured I will give you credit and a shoutout!

Anyways, that will conclude my story for now. Thanks for reading! U R Here.