Well, here I am. This is a story I daydreamed up one day, and felt like sharing with the world. I am actually planning to make this into the first Minecraft story on the shelves of a bookstore. I want to know what other people think, so that is why I'm posting it here. It is going to be a trilogy, each book being about 200 pages long. BTW, everything in the story looks like it is in real life, not all blocky like in the game itself. Kinda like a Minecraft/Real Life mash up. Reviews are appreciated. Zoey is like Cupa from mod talker, but my own version. Leo is completely original.

Chapter 1: Leo

Opening my eyes to the smoldering remains of our plane was not exactly what I had hoped to see upon waking. Every part of my body was aching as I rolled over to observe my surroundings. I was lying on a sandy coastline, with a vast jungle beginning at the edge of the sand. I sat up to inspect myself. No broken bones, just aches all over. No bleeding either. All of my clothes were undamaged. I still had my lucky bandanna, but it didn't seem so lucky at the moment. Where was I?

The last thing I could remember was holding on to my friend Zoey, as we heard an explosion outside the plane. Everyone was screaming as the flight attendants tried to maintain some sort of order. I felt time slow down as me and her were enveloped in a bright light. Then I blacked out. Then I had a sudden realization while thinking about this; where was Zoey?! I franticly got up, despite the pain, and started to search among the rubble to find her.

I searched for an hour before I heard someone coughing from under one of the plane wings. I dashed over there, and to my relief, there she was, hurt, but not fatally wounded. "There you are", I said, "I've been looking for you for a while now."

The smiled when she saw my face. "Well, I'm glad you found me." She struggled to get out from under the wing. "A little help here would be nice."

"Oh right, sorry. I guess you aren't lying under there because it's comfortable." I was able to lift the wing just enough for her to squeeze out from underneath.

"Ahhhhhh… that's much better" She stood up to dust herself off and I got a good look at her. She had that green hoodie on that she insisted on wearing, even when it was ninety degrees outside. It went well with the pair of jeans she was wearing, and even though her hair was a very distinct orange, it all blended together well. She was actually rather beautiful. Not that I would ever tell her that.

"How do you feel? I haven't suffered any cuts or broken bones myself." She looked down to inspect herself.

"Actually, it's the same for me, not counting a few aches here and there. Hey, don't you think it's a little odd that we both survived that crash completely unharmed?

"Perhaps it has something to do with that odd glow we saw on the plane. That wasn't normal." She shrugged her shoulders.

"Speaking of the crash, since you've been searching for me for so long, have you found anyone else that has survived the crash?"

While it hadn't crossed my mind to look for any other survivors, I would have most likely found anyone else who had made it. I shook my head in despair.

She squinted her eyes, looking past me. "Then who is that out in the distance?" Intrigued, I looked behind me, and sure enough, there seemed to be a man watching us from afar. He had a cyan shirt, and a torn pair of jeans. Then I saw his eyes. I felt a shiver go down my spine as I saw that his were completely white. It felt as if he were staring straight into my soul; judging me.

"What should we do Leo? I don't remember seeing him on the plane. Maybe he has been stranded here for a while now."

"Hey, you!'' He didn't respond. I started to walk towards him, and he started to back up.

"Leo, perhaps we should take this a little-" In retrospect, I shouldn't have dashed at him, but I was worried he would run away. He did anyway. He ran into the jungle beyond the beach, but not before dropping a small brown booklet.

Before I could follow him into the shrubbery, Zoey yelled to me," Leo, wait! If you run off now, you might not be able to find your way back!" Although I wanted to catch him, I knew she was right. The last thing I needed was to go and get lost in the forest. I sighed in annoyance. I slowly started walking towards the booklet he had dropped. On the cover, it had written, "A Beginner's Guide to Minecraftia." I took the booklet over to Zoey to show her too.

"Is that where we are? What should we do now? I have never heard of this place called "Minecraftia", and we are pretty much stranded here."

I had this vague idea forming in the back of my mind, but it was too ridiculous to be true, and I dismissed it quickly. "I guess we could just look at the book, and see what it says to do. It is a guide."

"Why not, what other choice do we have?" She opened the book and started to read the first page aloud.

"Chapter 1: Explanation and Resources. Hello, welcome to the mystical land of Minecraftia! I will be your guide throughout this journey. My first guess would be that your method of transportation has been destroyed, and that you pretty much have nothing besides the clothes on your back. This is all ok, don't panic! You need to obtain some materials and start building a shelter right away, before it becomes night. Bad things happen at night. The first step in this process would be to obtain wood to create a crafting bench. The best way to do this is to go up to the nearest tree, and continually punch the same spot." She looked up and said, "There is no more writing after this passage."

I looked at Zoey and laughed, "Punch a tree? That is the most hilarious thing I've ever heard!"

"Wait, there is more writing appearing! It says: Laugh all you want, but it's the truth. Much of the physics that apply everywhere else do not apply here. I did tell you this was a Mystical land. I am not your average book; let's get that straightened out right now. So call me Paige."

My brain tried to catch up with what the hell just happened. "So what, the book can hear us, and will respond to the things we say; I'm not just going crazy?"

She looked up at me, waiting. "Well go try what the book said to do!" I looked at her like she was insane.

"You actually believe that thing?"

"Like I said, what other choice do we have?" After about 5 minutes of bickering, I sighed, and walked over to one of the trees at the edge of the beach.

"I blame you if my hand brakes." She rolled her eyes. I prepared myself for or a truckload of pain, and punched the center of the trunk with all of my strength. To my surprise, I didn't feel a thing, but the tree seemed just as unaffected.

"The book said to continually punch the same spot!"

I couldn't believe she was actually asking me to do this, but it was no use arguing with her. I turned to the tree and tried again. As I hit it, cracks started to appear in the trunk. After about 3 seconds, a large chunk of the tree broke, and a smaller version of the log I broke, about the size of my palm, dropped onto the floor. Amazingly, the upper part of the tree did not fall over and crush me, but floated in the spot it was in before I had even walked over there. I picked up the wooden cube, and walked back over to Zoey. The book glowed with a magical light. "Has anything changed inside the book?"

She opened the book back up. "More words have appeared.Now do you believe me? Good. To be efficient in this world, you must be able to carry many things with you at once. Because of this, your pockets have been expanded one hundred fold. Take that piece of wood you just got and put it in your pocket."

I did just that. To my amazement, it actually fit, and once I had gotten it inside, I didn't feel it at all. It seemed to have disappeared.

She continued to read. "In simple terms, your pockets have been converted into somthing of an inventory. Anything that you put into your pockets will feel as if it has disappeared. This is not the case. More so, it is put into temporary storage while you are not in need of it. To see this inventory, reach into your pockets and close your eyes. You will from there see a grid of about 32 boxes. Each box can hold a stack of 64 blocks, or however many that particular item stacks to. Look for the box with the piece of wood in it and imagine yourself grabbing it."

I tried it. After I imagined grabbing it, I pulled my hand out of my pocket and had the piece of wood. "Does any of this seem familiar to you?"

She frowned and shook her head. She then read the rest of the chapter. "Now that you understand the inventory, did you notice the four boxes up at the top right that had an arrow pointing from them at another box? This is your personal 2x2 crafting space that is necessary to surviving. Open your inventory again and place the piece of wood into one of those four boxes. This will automatically create 4 wooden planks. Then take those four planks and fill the four boxes with them. This should create a crafting bench. Take the miniature crafting table and imagine it enlarged. It should grow, and you can place it down. What a crafting bench does is allow you to use a 3x3 crafting space, which is necessary to create a whole plethora of other things. The basic recipes that you need right now should have appeared at the end of the book under Crafting Guide. That is all for now. And by the way, you are going to need ALOT of wood."

"And that's all that it says."

"Well, we should probably do what she says. I guess you can go gather some wood for the house; I will read about these crafting recipes and see what I can find lying around this area."

I thought that was a good plan. "I will also go look for a good place for us to start building. I will make sure I am back before it starts to get darker outside. Ok?"

"Deal."

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