Hi, guys! This is Colonel reporting for duty! And I present you this Minecraft fanfic...(silence) Hey! Where is the music? Well, never mind. It is Fallen Skies. Well, I can't speak too much of it here as it would be a huge spoiler. Let's just say that something is going to fall. Also thanks for BlackDragon41 for letting me use his story... or some part anyway. It will appear in Chapter 2... Yeah, so just review and like!
50 days before 10th Millennium
Steve sunk his pickaxe into the stubborn diamond ore, working with his iron pickaxe and scraped the stone tinted with traces of lightly blue minerals. The pickaxe made loud clanging noises with the hard surface, the sound of it already made the miner excited. Smashing the block with a final blow, he stretched his hand out and grabbed the gem in his hand. The precious stone felt somewhat cool in his hand and it shone brightly as he happily threw the diamond into his already overstuffed chest pack, already overflowing with diamonds, emeralds and other different precious ores, that alone should be able to buy millions of stuff during his rare visit to the city nearby. Steve picked up his torch, flickering at the sudden movement but quickly resumed its glow, and the miner started to walk back to the temporary base he set up for exploring the huge cavern. Although Steve always liked the solitude the wildlife gave him, he still sometimes visit the city and go on a shopping spree, from rare enchantment books to well, fine-bred horses, and from the newest music discs to the succulent cakes frosted with cream... Cakes, yum! Steve thought as he felt his mouth water and his stomach growling. Steve sighed and fished around in his pack, pulling out a piece of dry bread. He nibbled on the stale loaf and forced himself to choke down the unappetizing food, promising himself that he will go buy some cakes when he had the time. Steve cautiously passed the area in which lava flowed and gave out small sparks which burned and hurt him... He had learned the hard way before when a small spark had landed on his shirt and he had nearly turned into a human torch. Shaking off the painful memory, Steve navigated through the liquid fire and was soon back to his temporary base. It wasn't comfortable, without a bed and anything some, but the miner soon found himself yawning after he put down his heavy chest pack and before he knew it he was fast asleep on the cold hard rock.
Steve opened his eyes and jumped up, finding himself inside a large cave, brightly lit with the glow of torches. Seeing the warm and comfortable light made Steve smile, but yet there was a glint at the end of the cave? The miner's instinct brought him closer and closer to the gleaming object. It was a diamond ore! Steve smiled more brightly as he thought of the valuable item, so close at hand. He whipped out his iron pickaxe and started to hack away the ore. Random rock fragments flew everywhere as the miner tried to extract the diamond. As he finished, he heard some rumbling sound and at that time all the torches went out. Steve wondered what was happening when blocks of sand consumed the unsuspected miner. Steve realized that all of it was a death trap from the started as sand forced itself into his nose, eyes and mouth, suffocating him slowly. The lack of oxygen is making the miner think more sluggishly as he frantically thought of an escape plan, but he knew his time was up when black spots swarmed in his dimming vision. He closed his eyes and waited for his imminent death.
Steve awoke with a start on the stone floor, gasping for breath. It is just a bad dream, he reminded himself. As he stretched his stiff form, he unintentionally glanced at the calendar. The miner had been down exploring the seemingly endless cave for nearly two weeks, and he longed to go back to his home in the surface and sleep in the soft bed instead of the stone. He really missed the soft breeze and the warm sunlight which killed the undead mobs roaming the nighttime. Steve started pacing the different minerals into his chestpack, silently humming a tune to himself and slowly forgetting the strangely realistic dream he had. Steve grabbed his sheathed iron sword and slipped it in his belt, then he stepped out of the shelter and ran back to the surface.
A/N I hope you enjoyed the story and sorry that I could not give any promises on when will it be updated. So just give me some comments and favourites and I will have the power to write on faster! This is Colonel and I'm out!
