[MARKUS POV]
I awoke, I didn't remember how I got there, or what was before that, I simply existed from that point on. I didn't understand this world, I didn't understand the lifeforms around this world. All that I knew was that when I was created, the only thing I knew was that someone told me 'survive'. I didn't know how to communicate beyond that, but survival me to survey my surroundings. Under me there was a light colored block, I named it, 'sand'. This sand stretched out to curve around the land mass that stood in front of me. To only recede into the moving, blue colored blocks behind me. I looked up into the sky, I and found the first thing that I could ever call beautiful, right in the sky, unreachable as far as I could tell, was a magnificent looking object, glowing down to shed its grace onto the world.
What I didn't know was that I had seen this all before, I knew all this before. I just didn't remember, I didn't know what to expect, but I did know was that thing in the sky marked my safety, I knew I wouldn't be safe, for it moved through the sky. I looked at the other lifeforms, the beings beside me, those that had been cast into this world. They were too, just as disoriented, just as panicked about their survival. I didn't want to yet ally myself with those 'people' I didn't understand survival in numbers, yet. So I took a small wander towards a hole in the ground. It was dark inside, I felt an eerie feel, and a swallowing sound near that hole. I decided not to walk into it yet. I was scared, horribly fearful of that hole. But at the same time, I knew it would be my device to find shelter when that big block of 'light'-as I called it- receded into the darkness.
Survive.
I didn't know how to do that yet, but I knew my body, I knew I could thrust my arm forward. I knew I could beat, and dig, and hurt with my body. Maybe surviving wouldn't be as difficult as I thought. I looked over towards a green and brown construct, it rose of the ground, magnificently taunting us of it's well built shape. It was most beautiful. But something in me compelled to hurt it, to destroy it. The brown part, the lower part, at least. Maybe this was surviving, attacking everything else. I suppose it was, there was nothing else for me to do, anyways. I couldn't make shelter, I was scared of the hole in the ground. Maybe survival wasn't for me. In the sense I figured at first, at least. So off I went, slamming my fist into the base of the structure. It started making patterns in itself, it was suffering stress from my attack. I growled at it as it finally broke. My victory.
And my first shot at survival. There is sat, right where I attacked it. Smaller than before, it sat there. Swirling just above the ground, an inch away. I stared at it, and moved my hand forward. As if my magic, it went towards me, and placed itself on my arm, silently in place now.I cast it on the ground, curious of the little contraption. It was perhaps the most confusing about this world. Even more confusing than the word 'survive', even more confusing than the life forms at the sand I began at. Casting it out made me jump, it enlarged, quickly, responsively, I jumped back, onto another block. It looked like what it had looked like before I attacked it. I smiled, I laughed, I cried in joy. This was the first time I knew survival was in my reach, I named this process. "Building" I liked the name, rough, there, never moving, building. It was, in a sense, my own creation.
It was my life's meaning, now.
I looked back at the lifeforms, they looked to be curious of the world around them, the wonderful, confounding world around them. They were few, but I knew that they were the only things in this place I can speak too. I quickly beat the block again, and beat the rest of the structure, I had accumulated a number of the little sprites. Looking around, I noticed the beautiful land scape, many of these structures were in place. In place for me to... collect. At top speed I raced towards the lifeforms. Looking to finally communicate with them. To show them 'building', when I arrived, a babble of incoherent sound spewed forth, trying to explain building, trying to create 'speech'. Finally, frustrated with myself, I cast the sprite out, and there it was, like always, enlarged, ready to be changed.
Excitedly I began jumping up and down, and jumped onto the block. Looked down, and placed another brown block. I was now easily above the people, I had easily shown them building. Now, I needed more 'builders' to help me create structure. So I pointed at the light source, I said 'survive', and pointed at the blocks. We could build to survival, or we could die in misery as we didn't.
All I knew, was that I would live, I would,
Survive.