Chapter 1- Running from a Creeper
I slowly rise from the bed. It's the middle of the night judging by where the moon sits in the darkened sky. I had that dream again. Why do I keep having that dream? Maybe it's this stuffy mud shack which I live in which is driving me insane? I don't know. The only thing I do know is that I need some fresh air.
I open my chest and rummage around and find my iron sword. It's really damaged but I don't care, it should still defend me from the mobs for a while. The door clicks open and the cool night wind blasts into my face. I step outside and look up at the stars shining in the black sky.
I start to think. The dream gets worse every night, it seems more real, more believable. I get so lost on thought that I almost don't spot the creeper right I front of me.
I sprint for my life and I just keep running and running. I dare to look back at the green monster chasing after me, it's black eyes boring into mine. I turn my head back round to see where I'm going but it's too late. I face plant into a tree and topple over. My forehead hurts and red blood dribbles down my face and into my open mouth, the metallic taste making my taste buds tingle. I gasp for air but I'm so worn out. There's a hissing sound behind me and I know this is the end. I wait and wait for the boom but it doesn't come. I start to lose consciousness and the last thing I see before darkness is two figures looming over me.
My eyes open and the sight their greeted with is the stone ceiling of a house. I have a terrible headache and I feel sick with the pain. Sitting up, I try to see where I am. It's some sort of cave with furnaces and a crafting table inside. I look around some more and notice two men talking to each other in serious voices. They don't seem to have noticed me.
"We should have just left her, she's probably going to die anyway. Have you seen her head?" The smaller of the two says.
"Yeah but we couldn't have just left her. And she might not die. There's something about her which tells me she is strong and who wants to be blown up by a creeper? I'd rather die from an injury." The taller man replies.
The small man, a dwarf with a long ginger beard, shoves a joffo cake into his gob and looks my way, realising I'm awake. He taps the other man, a skinny guy with a short beard and clothes like he's from space, who looks in my direction.
Before anyone can get a word in I ask the obvious questions " where am I? What happened? Who are you?"
"Shush, it's ok. Your safe here, we saved you from a creeper." The spaceman says, trying to calm me down.
"Yeah, you ran into a tree and a creeper was about to blow you up so we killed it and took you here. This is the yogcave and I'm Honeydew but you can call me Simon if you prefer." So the dwarf is called Honeydew aka Simon.
"My name's Xephos but you can call me Lewis if you like. What's your name?" Who are these people? They seem important.
"I'm C. Nice to meet you." I politely speak.
"Is that your Minecraft name?" Lewis tries not to laugh, "We all have other names, real names." Lewis says. What does he mean Minecraft name? The only name I've ever had is C, not one of these so called Minecraft names.
"It's just C."
