How did Minecraft begin? Well, there was the time when Notch began developing a "Cave Game," which turned into Minecraft Classic, then Indev and Infdev, then Alpha, and update after update it was molded into the massively popular game it is today.

But this this story takes place before Indev, before Cave Game. Who knows, it even could have taken place before Notch. It takes place in the world of Minecraft before Minecraft ever existed, in a place we will never really know.

Chapter 1: A Blocky Island

There was a blocky island, with blocky clouds and blocky trees and blocky animals prancing around.

And a blocky Player woke up on this island. We'll call him a male, since there is no real sex to describe him with, and we'll call him a human too. So this young Player stood up. He did not know who he was, or why he was on this island, but it was no matter. In that way, the Player was carefree. He thought only of blocks, and sought after blocky goals.

The first goal was to gather wood. The Player knew where to find it, in the nearby forest. With a crunch, a block of wood was missing from one of the motionless trees. It was the first block gone from the world. It was the first block that belonged to the Player, so the Player treasured it. He made it into different blocks- wooden planks, crafting tables. Blocks the world had never seen before. Then he made a crude wooden pickaxe.

Soon the Player sought another goal. He knew he was meant to explore the vastness below the grass and dirt, below the sun's reach. So he dug into the ground and gathered stone, and cobblestone was introduced into the world. He continued to dig and found a few pieces of iron and coal embedded in the rock. Furnaces and ingots came to be. The Player would see more of the underground later. He had time to do everything, and no need to rush.

With an iron pickaxe in hand, the Player explored the island. He trekked across the forest within and ambled around the sandy beaches without. The sun was sinking through the horizon line, the sky turning vibrant shades of citrine and jasper, ruby and amethyst. Then it only grew dark, and the blocky world was cold. The Player felt alone for the first time, but he shook off the tugging feeling inside himself. He was not alone.

There was a moan, and the Player was reminded of himself, though the Player had never made a sound before. Then there was a snarl. The Player turned around. A blocky thing approached him. It wore torn clothing and its skin was discolored, its eyes unconscious though its body moved purposefully towards the Player and struck him forcefully. The Player had never felt pain before, or known what harming was, but he knew what he needed to do. He swung his iron pickaxe at the thing until it fell upon its side and vanished suddenly from the island, leaving only a scrap of rotten flesh. The flesh stank. The Player did not know the meaning of a bad smell, but he knew the meaning of hunger, so he picked it up and ate it quickly. He was only satisfied briefly, because he became a bit sick and was soon hungry again- but it was enough to allow him to heal. No more creatures came upon him that night, but he crafted a razor-sharp sword of iron. The Player stood facing East, waited for his wound to heal, and waited for the sun to rise, for he knew it would. And it did eventually.

END CHAPTER 1

Expect many more chapters! Thank you for reading!