YO! What is up, people on earth (and Australia :3 no, jk that was racist :P)? This is eak60 here, some of you may know me from my wizard101 fanfic, "Happily Grim", or from deviantART (same username; eak60), or reviews. ANYWAY, I finally decided it was about time that I try to become someone in the Minecraft fan fiction archive and actually write a story :P. If you haven't already, and if you play Wizard101, then check out my fanfic that I mentioned earlier. Now, it is finally time to start this thang!

Chapter 1:

Create New World

There are many things in this universe. Many galaxies, many stars, many life forms, many worlds. At this moment, the most important thing happening in all stretches of the universe is happening on one planet. A planet called Minecraftia.

Minecraftia is an interesting place. For one, the planet is in the shape of a cube, not a sphere. It is one of the rare planets that can sustain life forms, and a highly developed one, at that. In fact, it is the second most highly developed planet in the universe, next to Earth.

In the world of Minecraft, everything is made of blocks. Ground, trees, clouds, even water are all made of cubes with an area of one meter squared. People can collect these blocks, known as recourses, and combine them together to make different things, such as tools, weapons, or other blocks.

The people of Minecraftia, known as minecraftians, live peaceful lives by day. Mining, farming, building, and wood collecting are all popular day jobs in Minecraftia. By night, however, things get dodgier. Hostile monsters with blood lust for humans spawn in the cold, moonlit nights. They will attack any human in their range of sight. Fortifying cities from said mobs is a popular night job. When the sun rises, however, the monsters either burn to death, or turn passive until the next nightfall.

Minecraftia is ruled over equally by two gods, by the names of Notch and Herobrine. Notch rules over the Ather, a dimension far above the blocky clouds of the overworld. Notch is the ruler of blocks, and has control of each and every one of them. His brother, Herobrine, lives in the fiery death trap known as the Nether. The Nether is a dimension far below bedrock, and is literally a living hell. Lava seas thousands of blocks wide flow over most of the area, and the ground in prone to catching fire. The ruler of this dimension, Herobrine, is the controller of all mobs, passive and hostile. Because of this, he gets a bad rep, but in reality, he is a good guy.

All in all, the world of Minecraft was a good place to live in. That is, until one dreadful day.

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Notch was sitting calmly on his throne. He read over the latest issue of "Blocks Weekly" magazine while sipping a hot cup of tea. A faint chuckle escaped the god's lips when there was a faint buzz, the indication that one of his faithful servants, a valkyrie, was trying to gain access to his throne room. "Come in," Notch said into the intercom, not bothering to look up from his magazine.

"Sir," the female angel said as she bowed, "I have bad news."

Notch looked up from his magazine, a concerned look in his deep gray eyes. "Yes?" the Ather god questioned.

"Well," the servant began, coming up from her stance on the floor, "It seems that Lady Oriel… has been… kidnapped!" she finally managed to spit out.

"WHAT?" Notch shouted, getting up from his throne. "THE QUEEN VALKYRE, KIDNAPPED? HOW COULD YOU HAVE LET THIS HAPPEN?"

"I- I'm sorry, sir!" the angel whimpered. "She just… disappeared! She was here last night, but this morning, no- no one could find her! She was… gone!"

At that moment, a male valkyrie burst in. "Master Notch!" he cried."I just got word from the Blaze general in the Nether, and there have been sightings of Lady Oriel locked in a Nether Fortress! Wait a second- I have a page."

"WHAT!" Notch screamed, his face turning scarlet with rage. "HEROBRINE!"

As if on cue, a portal of obsidian materialized in the throne room, none other then the Nether god himself stepping out of it.

"BASTARD!" both brothers screamed at each other at once, a surprised look appearing on the male valkyrie's face in the background. "HOW DARE YOU?!"

"How dare me?" Notch said first. "YOU were the one behind the Queen Valkyries kidnapping!"

"Rubbish!" Protested the Nether god. "I did no such thing! YOU, brother, were the one who has done the kidnapping!"

"Um… Notch, sir?" the male valkyrie intrigued. "Our guards have just reported sightings of the King Pigman… in a bronze dungeon!"

"Aha!" Herobrine boasted. "A confession! Hand over the King and we will leave in peace!"

"What are you talking about?!" Notch shot back. "I never sent anyone to kidnap the King Pigman! YOU kidnapped Lady Oriel!

"Heh heh heh…" a voice ominously said from the window, watching the argument unfold. "My plan is starting to take action! There will be a war approaching in no time at this rate…"

Ten years later…

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Things all went downhill from there. War broke out among the gods. The overworld became a battlefield, Notch and Herobrine's armies fighting over the vast landscape. Entire Civilizations had fallen in the midst of the war. Most of them took sides in a desperate attempt to survive. The ones allying with Notch were called Godovian Utopias, where the Team-Herobrine's were called Devonian Legions. There were some cities that had the smarts or the strength to survive without fighting for the gods. These villages drew far and wide, however. The war was too much for the world to handle. The Minecraftian Empire was falling, and it was up to one man to save it…

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"Uggh…" a brown haired boy said, sprawled out on the beach. "What… happened?" The young man got up and brushed himself off, taking in his surroundings. "Where am I?" He tried to picture what he had done before he had fallen asleep, but nothing came to mind. Nothing at all. He soon realized that he had mo memories whatsoever! "Who am I?" Once again, no memories came to mind, but something else did. A name; Jordan Parker. I guess that must be my name, Jordan thought.

Jordan looked around, trying to get his bearings. He was standing on soft, yellow sand looking out over an ocean. He peered down into the water to look at his reflection. Chocolate brown eyes gazed up at his own, a curious look in them. Neatly combed brown hair covered his forehead. He had on a black hoodie, a white tee shirt and blue jeans. A navy blue backpack was strapped loosely over his broad shoulders. He was about 5'9, and he was a teenager, probably 15.

Behind him stood a rather large forest, seeming to spread out for miles. When he looked up, he saw that the blocky sun was deep in the east sky, signaling that it was right after sunrise. Wait- back up a second. Blocky sun? Jordan may have amnesia, but he was pretty sure that the sun was supposed to be round. Yet, here he was, looking at a definite yellow square in the sky.

"Okay," the brown haired boy said to himself, "This is not where I'm from." As if the universe wanted to confirm his theory, when he walked up to a tree, Jordan could clearly make out three blocks of wood making up the trunk.

After that, the boy's next instinct kicked in; to call for help. "HELLO?" Jordan called. "CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?" No answer came. He repeated this for about five minutes, still getting the same response.

"Well, this is just great!" Jordan said a little too happily. "I wake up in a mysterious world made out of blocks with no memories whatsoever, no way to contact another human being, if there even are any, with no food, no shelter, and I'm expected to survive? That's… just… FREAKING DANDY!"

Jordan made a fist, rage filling the teenager's body. He raised his arm, and brought his balled up hand into contact with a tree, bracing himself for the impact.

The weird part was, however, he didn't feel a thing. Jordan opened his eyes to see that he had punched a hole in the tree.

"What the hell?" the boy said with an astonished look on his face. Not only had his fist gone straight through the tree, but the part of the trunk above the hole he made was still intact, floating in the air with nothing holding it to the ground.

"That… was… AWESOME!" Jordan punched the rest of the tree to pieces, although it took longer then when he threw an all-our rage punch. When the tree was demolished, the leaves were still floating in the air. "This is so cool!" Jordan exclaimed. He picked up the fallen wood and placed it in his backpack. It was lighter then he expected it to be, all those logs only added about a pound to his carry on.

'Jordan Parker; The amazing tree puncher with a magic backpack,' he thought to himself. 'I think I'm beginning to like this place!'

Jordan ran around punching trees to death like a maniac. When he had cut down about ten, the sun was starting to set over the horizon. 'Hmm, nightfall,' the boy pondered. 'Considering how awesome this world is, I doubt it even gets cold!'

Little did he know, here things got a lot worse then cold at night.

As blackness engulfed the sky, Jordan felt the temperature drop. 'I stand corrected,' he thought. Suddenly, he heard a moan in the distance. His heart nearly stopped. That moan was very likely human. "Hello?" he called. He heard the moan again, but this time louder and clearer. He was sure that he had located another person. Jordan sprinted through the forest at break neck speed towards the voice he had heard. The moan came again, even clearer this time. It sounded deep and raspy, though, like someone was injured. Jordan picked up his pace, wanting to help whoever was making that sound. The boy broke through the maze of trees into a clearing, and he saw a silhouette at the far end. His heart raced at the idea of being in contact with another live soul. What he found wasn't alive, however. When the person turned around, Jordan was looking at a zombie.

Jordan stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes widened, he stopped breathing, and his knees nearly buckled. Fear replaced his earlier feelings of happiness as he realized what he was looking at. He tried with all his might to run away, but his body wouldn't let him. He was stuck there, face to face with a half decomposed, flesh eating monster.

They stood like that for a few moments. Then, the zombie growled, and he charged.

The curse was lifted from Jordan's body, and he ran as fast as his legs would carry him away from the monstrosity. He went back into the forest, jumping over logs, dodging trees, but the zombie kept pursuing him. The boy continued to run for his life, his survival instincts kicking in. All he could think about was running. Running from this zombie was the only thing that mattered. He didn't take time to notice the giant spiders, walking skeletons with bows in their hands, green men with no arms and four legs, or ten foot tall aliens teleporting all over the place. These details weren't important. Just running. Running was the only thing that mattered.

After what seemed like hours of mindless sprinting, Jordan came across a hole I the ground- a cave. He darted for the natural shelter, in desperate need of something to take refuge in. He made it inside and sat down to catch his breath. Quickly after, he looked outside to see if he was still being pursued. Damn, he was. The zombie was about 50 yards away from Jordan's cave. If he were quicker, he might have lost the monster. Damn those logs for slowing him down! Wait- the logs. Those pieces of wood were what was going to save him.

Jordan started to take action. He snatched the wood out of his backpack and threw the piece of fabric to his side. The brown haired boy started building a wall with the lumber. He placed blocks upon blocks upon blocks, building a shelter from the danger outside. At the same time, the zombie was advancing, fast. He was about 20 yards away now, and Jordan wasn't even half way done with his wall. His arms took control seeing the upcoming danger. He was a machine. His arms moved at an impossible pace, picking up logs, placing them, picking them up, over and over. The wall was nearing completion as the zombie got within 10 feet the cave. Just as the zombie was about to come through the hole in the hand made wall, Jordan placed the last block. For a few horrifying minutes, the zombie banged on the wooden blockade, trying to tear it down. After a while, though, he gave up and slowly walked away.

Jordan let out a huge sigh of relief. He had done it. He had escaped the zombie. Exhausted, the boy punched out some windows to let a little moonlight in the cavern, then curled up in a corner and drifted off into sleep.

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In the morning, Jordan was woken up with a banging on his makeshift wall. Thinking it was a zombie, he said nothing and waited for it to go away.

"Hey," said a voice from outside. "Anyone home?"

Jordan carefully approached the window. What was outside wasn't a zombie. It was a person.

"Nice cave you got here," he said. "Mind if I come in?"

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Okay, that's the first chapter. Hope you like it! Whew, almost 2,500 words! I know it's not a lot compared to some of the stories on the archive, but hey, you try typing this much! Anyway, please review, it would help A LOT! Also, I have a page on deviantART, like I said earlier, and I will have fan art out for this story probably by Saturday. Alright, that's it! Hug a moose, eat a banana, shove a potato up your ear, and GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS CHAPTER!