Chapter 1: A village in ruins
A village in the outskirts of the Ender ruins, Age 103
It was a nice peaceful day in the village of Mooshville. The sun was shining brightly in the sky, the birds were singing with their sweet melodic voices, the mooshrooms were peacefully grazing in the open field, wild horses were playfully chasing each other around, colorful creepers were rampaging on the streets, and the air was filled with a peaceful feeling. Everything seems well… Wait… Colorful creepers rampaging on the streets?
"You've got to be kidding me!" said the young boy around the age of 14, who was observing the peaceful environment until he saw the strange mobs loitering around the streets. He had one thought occurring in his mind right now: Mod!
The young boy quickly ran towards the village while narrowly evading the strange Creepers that seemed to follow him. His heavy footsteps dragged on towards the far side of the village while he looked on as the strangely-colored mobs caused utter terror throughout his hometown. After what seemed like an eternity of running, he finally came across what looked like a hut that was ravaged by an army of Ghasts. He found an old man lying face down on the ground.
"Mod!" the young boy cried out as he ran towards the old man. However, he failed to notice what appeared to be a white creeper sneaking up behind him.
"SSSssss!" went the creeper. The boy turned around to see the bulging creature nearing its detonation. Without thinking, the boy threw himself onto the creeper as it exploded, sending a wave of snow over the boy and the old man.
It got cold all of a sudden! Am I dead? The boy thought. He opened his eyes to find himself lying on the snow-covered ground. He got up and glanced around. Is this the Aether?
Suddenly, he heard a gasp behind him and turned around to find the old man crouching and shivering. "Mod!" yelled the boy, forgetting about his dilemma.
Mod looked up to find the young boy on the verge of tears. He stood upright and walked towards the boy. He then pulled him into what appeared to be an awkward hug.
"Is that you, Zeph?" asked the old man. The young boy nodded. Mod then released the boy from his grasp and took a glance around.
"I don't think the Elder Council would like this. Not at all!" said Mod, his face set in a tight grimace as he scanned his destroyed surroundings. Zeph felt a wave of relief before the rush of utter horror as he looked on towards what used to be his hometown.
The village was a mess. A few houses were literally turned upside down. The library oozed lava from its windows while the librarian looked on in shock. The tavern was flooded on the outside and a huge pile of dirt sticking out of its side. The Council Hall had a dome of glowstone surrounding it. Numerous citizens were either stuck on precarious spots on the rooftops or clearing off the snow that fell on the crops. The only living things that didn't seem fazed by this were the Mooshrooms that continued to graze on the snow-covered field.
"This is not looking good at all!" said Mod, clutching his beard in a strange fashion.
"What's gonna happen to us now, old man?" asked Zeph, taking in the horrid view.
"I don't know. But whatever it is, it can't be good"
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A/N: So yeah…. This is my first Minecraftian work! I picked a random name for my main character so if you've got complains, suggestions, comments, violent reactions, etc… then feel free to review this chapter! And I've been thinking about having various characters in this story but unfortunately, my brain's gone gassy… if you know what I mean… So if you feel that you want to be part of my story, just send me an email at coldwolf1400 and tell me your character's name, a little bit about them, and why you want him/her to be part of it. Chosen characters will be posted as the story continues.