Steve walked slowly out of his mine, into the sunlight for the first time in 90 days.

Or at least, that's what he expected, for it wasn't daytime at the moment. Steve checked his watch, only to see it was 13500 o'clock. Steve facepalmed himself for not checking the time before coming out of the mine, and announced, "Oomph!"

He took a second to observe his surroundings. For the first time in awhile, he wasn't in the End, fighting a ferocious dragon and its tall angry henchmen, nor was he scouring the strongholds for a sign of light beige stone placed in a circle. In fact, the area was very quiet with the exception of the occasional "moo" of a cow or "greeehhhrrrgh" of a zombie.

Steve stepped up from the shade of the mine into the moonlight, and traced a gravel path back to the village. The villagers were pleased to see him, and even more pleased to see he had some more emeralds to trade. Many walked up to him, blacksmiths offering repairs to his armor and librarians offering enchanted books for his now-rusty diamond tools.

However, Steve was looking for one villager in specific, and eventually made his way through the crowd of excited villagers, and politely responding to some who made particularly good offers with a "No, thank you very much" or "Save that for me, please, I'll buy it as soon as I get more emeralds" in which he usually got a happy reply of "Hmm, all right!"

When Steve approached the villager he was looking for, the villager looked up. He was wearing a black cloak lined with real, glistening gold, and was sitting next to a dark oak table while reading a book titled "MAGIC: The study of Java". Steve sat down on a chair next to the villager and pulled a cooked pork chop from his pocket, and proceeded to gnaw on it.

The cloaked villager smiled and, while still looking at Steve, said, "I presume you're here because you brought what I need, and want what I promised you, correct?"

Steve merely shrugged and said through a full mouth, "Yup." He then pulled three stacks of 64 emeralds out of his invisible backpack, and placed them on the table, followed by an Ender Dragon egg from the same invisible space.

The cloaked villager picked up one stack of emeralds and examined a few of them carefully, as though checking for any flaws. He then placed the stack next to the other two, and said, "Very well. I will give you the block you requested." He walked into the building nearest to him, and closed the door. Steve waited at the table, while the creaky sound of old wooden chests opening and closing were audible from the building that the cloaked villager was in. After a minute of rummaging around, the cloaked villager walked out with an orange-beige block in his hands.

Many other villagers gasped, and one or two trembled. The cloaked villager returned to the table and placed the block down on it. The block, upon further examination by Steve, appeared to have a small iron plate with many multi-colored buttons on it. The cloaked villager waited a couple of seconds before sitting down, as both Steve and him stared at the block, and everyone in the village was watching this event, in complete silence.

Finally, Steve broke the silence by asking in a serious tone, "Deal?".

The cloaked villager pushed the block over to Steve's side of the table, then grabbed the emerald stacks and dragon egg, got up, and said,

"Deal."

The cloaked villager walked into the building he got the block from, and locked the door.

Steve picked up the block, and placed it in his invisible backpack. He walked over to the silent crowd of villagers, and one of them asked,

"Is it true?"

Steve replied,

"Yes. It's a Command Block."