"Where... am I?" I said to myself.

I got up slowly, looking around. I found myself on a cliff side over a forest, underneath a tree. When I got on my two feet I looked deeper into the distance, seeing nothing more than just trees upon trees but at last, a giant mountain. I whispered to myself,

"Where could I be now? I don't remember anything." I head down the mountain/cliff I was on and entered the forest. I only had a few things; a white T shirt, brown cargo pants and slippers. I didn't have a knife or even food. Luckily, nothing was around until…

I heard growling nearby. A wolf? I turn to where I heard it. I stood my ground as a wild dog jumped out. I gave it a kick to the face and dashed off. I looked back to not see it coming for me. Good.

"Great, a green forest with wild dogs! It might have more around, better keep moving." I decided to take off to where the mountain was. As I jogged there, I heard extra movement around me. Great, the dog has friends. I sped up and saw light out of the dense forest. I jumped out to be greeted by a lush plain. The dogs stopped following me, almost like the light outside was too much to bear. I gasped in exhaustion and walked around. I felt safer in the plain rather than in the forest, like I've reached some sort of salvation. I saw a village in the distance and walked towards it.

The more I moved towards it, the more that came back to me.

Yes, I remember now.

I was at home, sleeping and everyone left the house towards the beach. It was a blurry mess in my head, only a few thoughts I could have gathered.

The village I saw was old, medieval like. I knew I didn't belong here, I knew this isn't where I should be. Eventually a gravel trail leads me inside the village. The buildings varied, small to large, nicer to harsher. The residents looked at me, as a stranger and strangely as someone of importance. An elder approached me with a warm smile. His eyes filled with wisdom and caring, spoke of legends. As his mouth opened, his voice was raspy but filled with knowledge. He told me,

"Welcome, hero." I looked back at him with awe.

"I'm no hero. I don't even know where I am!"

"Oh but you do. You came here from your own home correct? Well I am the elder of this village. My people and I have been waiting for you." I looked around to see the villagers stare at me.

"We are Testifacates, the people who aid the hero in his quest. And you are in Minecraftia, a land filled with danger and excitement. We have been waiting for you hero and it seems Notch has finally granted our wish." I look at them, speechless. How can I be any hero? I mean I'm helpful to people but…

"I can sense the doubt and worry. You have nothing to be afraid of. Though the challenges ahead can be… difficult. We have to introduce you this world at the very least. Heroes, players and Testifacates alike can bend the resources of this world, this power is called crafting."

"Crafting?" I interrupted.

"Yes. It is something many had trouble grasping but is not hard to master. I'll start you off with this." He took out a tiny box and handed it to me.

"Place it, put it on the floor." I did as he told and the tiny box grew into a table with saws, hammers and other equipment.

"With this you can craft various tools and items. You'll have to get a resource first. Wood is a good place to start." He directed me back to the forest. Cautiously, I walked up to a tree looking around for any more animals.

"Okay, he told me I can shape and bend the land but I have no idea what that even means. Do I… hit the tree or something?" I give it a moderate blow and to my surprise, the tree started to tremble. I gave it a next blow, this time a little harder and it broke, falling straight to the floor.

"I can do that? Whoa." I broke pieces of it off and set up the crafting table.

"So what do I do now? Bend and shape?" I placed the pieces of wood on the table and they transformed into blocks. Confused, I decided to part it in two. It morphed into planks.

"The hell? Okay at least I'm making progress. With this logic anyone can make tools." I did some tinkering and found out a few things. I made a mental note of everything I made. I returned to the village with a wooden sword, some sticks and a new crafting table. I returned the other one to the elder.

"You seem to be learning, you are growing slowly but surely," He told me with a smile.

"Thanks I guess. Is there anything else I have to learn?"

"Yes plenty more… but first let me give you a little book I kept with me." He handed me an old brown journal with a latch on it. He handed me a feather and said,

"I use to study this world we live in as much as I can. In this book it contains many of the crafting recipes than can be put together with the table you made. If there is any note or anything else you want to write, go ahead. It is yours to keep now." I held the book with pride. This elder handed down all he knew to me like if I was someone important, like if I truly deserved it.

Maybe… I truly am supposed to be in this world.

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