Hello, video game world! I want to start off by saying that I did not write this story. One of my best friends wrote it and she was thinking about posting it, but was really scared to, so I stole her phone and am publishing it for her. I have never played mindcraft, so I don't understand the characters in the story, but I still think it's good and so ya... Alright, so without further to do, Steve by LBAM.
The door to the ER burst open. Doctors were shouting orders to the nurses while they whisked the weary patient down the hospital corridors. He was seriously wounded. He had a large cut on his arm, possibly from a sword, and bruises were on his arm and poking through his ripped jeans. They suspected more injuries once they checked him thoroughly. The patient groaned, turning on to his side. They finally got to his room, and lifted him onto the bed. He groaned again, this time clutching his shoulder. He opened his eyes. Only to lose consciousness. The doctors did a thorough inspection on his body. They found a broken arm, twisted ankle, and large, thin stripes on his back and chest. They were very interested in this patient. They wanted to know his story. He wasn't even from here. Someone had seen him struggle while walking, and they asked for help right before the patient collapsed. And something else they wanted to know? Was why the patient had the ring of Ryne on a chain around his neck. Only villagers from ryne had one. The patients ring had a pictured a lean, honed sword of diamonds, and a pickaxe of iron crossing each other. These rings were ineffably significant to the Rynes, they considered it part of their genetics . But ryne was destroyed by some evil force just two weeks ago. He must have been the only survivor! They asked witnesses at the scene of collapse if he said what he wanted here in the city of Emerald. Some bystanders said he was looking for Sam Richard. No one( at least the witnesses) didn't know of any Sam Richard. Little did they know, he was on the outskirts of town, the primitive, rural patches of country just beyond the city limits . Someone knew only that and reported it to the police. So then the police went to pick up Sam while the doctors were caring for this mysterious patient. Then they left him with a nurse, so that when he woke up, the nurse could call the doctors.
When Steve woke up, it was nearly dark. The nurse sat up, watching him intently. He slowly groped for his necklace, breathing heavily. Then he grasped it, and let out a distressed, painful sigh. He fell back asleep. The nurse sat down again, thinking the poor boy hadn't a nice story to tell when he woke. She started humming a lullaby. She thought about what she had to do when she got home from her shift that night, still humming. The song came to an end. "Again.. Please.. " She gasped. The patient had awaken during the song and listened to it, not interrupting to tell her he'd awaken. He looked tired and troubled, but he had a smile on his face. She would've believed he was fine if it wasn't for his deep blue eyes, revealing his sorrows. The patient was fingering his ring, now taking notice to his surroundings. He tried to sit up, but he gasped and staggered back down in his bed. The nurse stood up to fluff his pillow and phoned in the doctors.
Two doctors bustled hastily in, along with the nurse that woke the patient, with his dinner. "Hello," said one of the doctors. " I'm Dr. Smith, and this is Dr. Woods." "Hello," smiled dr. Woods. " and this is your nurse, ms. Nancy," dr. Smith said. " " here's your dinner!" The patient looked famished. But he politely said," no thanks. I-I'm not hungry yet... Where... Where am-" started the patient. " you're in the ER in emerald city," said ms. Nancy. She asked, " could you tell us your name?" The patient looked rather confused. "Hmm..." Thought the patient. " if I think really hard... I think my name... Is... Is Steve... Steve of... Of Rynes." "What are you doing here?" Questioned dr. Smith. "You were looking for a Sam Richard?" "Yes," said Steve. " they told me I should go to him for help." "Help?" Asked the doctors. " help for what?" "It's a long story," sighed Steve. He turned and looked out the window, his expression rather sad. " well," said Smith, " we've got all night. Please tell us, tell us everything. We could probably help too." Steve turned and looked the doctors and the nurse in the eye. He had a noble expression, with a quiet look, too. " Thank you. Thank you for taking me in," said Steve. "Naturally. It's our job to help. You looked like you were in pretty bad shape," said dr. Wood. "It was confirmed that you were when you fell unconscious in a strangers arms." Steve frowned. " Did I?" "Yes, you did," the nurse pointed out. He started to pick at his potato. "Oh. I really am sorry," Steve apologized worriedly. He bit his lip and looked down to the indention of his feet through the blankets, almost looking ashamed for causing trouble. " it's alright" said Woods, reassuringly, and the nurse and Dr. Smith nodded with generous smiles. "Please," begged Smith, " will you start on your story?" "Yes, of-" he bit his lip again, closing his eyes tightly, trying to hide the fact he was in pain. He fidgeted a tad. The doctors noticed. The nurse pressed had hands to her mouth. Then he slowly opened them again, and tried to beam. " yes, yes I will," he resumed. "It all started one day..."
" ... It was a very busy day, as usual. I did a little bit of everything around the town. I considered myself pretty helpful. But mostly I protect-er, protected- my small village from mobs, and I mined. That's why my ring has the depiction of a sword and a pic axe intervening. Well, I was deep in the mines when I thought I heard distant shouts and crashes. It didn't sound like any ghast devastation, but sure enough, it was. I blinked. I couldn't believe it- Herobrine! He'd come to destroy ryne! I threw down my pick and reached for my sword to protect my small country town. Out of no where, my best friend and his sister bolted towards me, pushing me back in the mines. 'What are you doing?' I shouted at Fred. He was out of breath, so his sister, Stephane, told me instead. " Everyone is already wounded and or dead," cried Stephane. I tried to say something and move forward, but they both held me back, firmly. Finally, I submitted, lowering my head, listening to the sounds of my hometown being destroyed. Peering out of the cave, I saw mobs- mobs everywhere! Ordinary mobs, legendary, even ender dragons! Herorbine was riding a ghast, dressed in black armour. He swung his head around, searching frantically and angrily for something- or someone. Meanwhile, Fred was able to catch his breath. "I know you must feel terrible," Fred said," but you do know they're looking for you." I was shocked. "Me?" "Yes, you!" Stephane spoke. "Your great grandfather, Steve, remember? He was there with Notch when Herobrine turned into- well, herobrine! He's seeking his revenge. On you- the decadent of Steve!" I thought for a moment. Stephane was right. Was there anything I could die? I considered it ruefully. 'Then I'll go and let him take his revenge, so he can stop destroying ryne,' I said, hints and tips of anger and fright in my voice. "There's no point, acting all heroic and brave. He'll just torture you- or worse. And he might go on destroying things just to anger Notch, anyways," Fred protested. " well we certainly can't stop away in here forever, so what do you suppose we do?" Reasoned Stephane. I turned to see my village for a final, fleeting glance. It was now engulfed in massive, towering flames. All was silent but the irksome treading of zombies, the ended deagon's wings turbulence, and the cackle of dead fire. The mobs were retreating now, sinking sluggishly into crevices and caverns brants the soil. Except for the endermen and herorbine. He let out a horrible screech. I knew he desperately wanted to find me. Eventually, my friends and I dug a tunnel out of the mines and into a forest. It was going to be dark soon when we climbed out of the tunnel. 'Let's camp in the trees,' suggested Stephane. We agreed to it, and we'd just gotten to the top when an army of skeletons started firing mercilessly at us. 'Run!"'We sprinted among the tree tops, missing all the arrows- they were enchanted, and could kill someone with at least a one of them- except for a single shot. Fred took the hit. He stumbled and fell out of the trees. 'Fred, no! " Stephane cried. She turned to go save him. I snatched her arm and tried to talk to her. But her brother spoke first. " save yourselves! It's deep... Liver. Take care of... baby sister, Steve! I hope you guys make... " And with that, my best friend drew his last breath and left our world. Stephane was in shock, petrified. I had to so something- I couldn't just let her die like that, right after her brother. I gathered her and swung her over one of my shoulders. The extra weight made it harder to run, and I stumbled onto the ground. The skeletons were close behind us. I put Stephane down. I looked her sternly and briefly in the eye. She now knew she had to move on and grieve later. She started firing her bow at the skeletons. I went into combat, slaying the ones she missed with my sword, which was on the verge of breaking. We finally killed the last few, and fumbled around the forest, in search of some shelter before more monsters sought us out. I found a safe nook under a tree, so we made a fire and let our guard down. She was silent. She was traumatized. I had just lost my best friend, but she had lost her brother. Now she was an orphan, alone in the world. Like me. Both my parents died when I was about seven, from an unfortunate mining accident. I lived with Fred and Stephane until I was deemed old enough to take care of myself. Now I tried to comfort Stephane, and I offered her my lunch from that day, but she turned them both down. I was just noticing how pretty she was by the firelight, yet is noticed years before, when I heard a deep moan, and a twig crack. I shot up, listening. The sound of foot steps were coming from... right behind Stephane. "
"... 'Stephane! Behind you!' I bolted to her and planted myself before her. She stood up, peering over my shoulder. A zombie emerged from the shadows, decked in enchanted diamond armor. 'Quick, kill it!' Shouted Stephane, standing close behind. 'Stay close to the fire,' I whispered. I headed towards the zombie, quickly slaying it. I was surprised, but it was only because of how weak his amor was. I returned to the fire. I started to think about the skeletons and the zombie. They never had armor or weapons that intense. Something clicked into my mind. Herobine. Yes, of course! How could I have been so oblivious? They were from Herobrine. He was desperate to get equal with my great grandfather that immensely. I heard more footsteps. I glanced up at Stephane. Only there was no Stephane. She had already gotten to the top of the nearest tree, seeking out the mobs. I doused the fire and climbed up next to her. Just as I was beginning to expect. That zombie was a scout for another army- this time endermen instead of skeletons. Stephane sighed and mumbled something. I turned to her and tried to look at her. Her face was expressionless. But her eyes- they gave away her plots. They say the eyes of Ryneians speak more then thier mouths. She wanted to leave. ' You can't. You're brother wants me to protect you, and I will.' She faced me now. She sighed again, this time longer. 'I know... I'll stay... And I know you'll take good care of me. " She leaned over and planted a kiss on my cheek. She giggled and turned away. I blushed as red as an apple. So she does have something for me, I thought sweetly, recalling the numerous times Fred joked about my infatuation with her, teasing and taunting, saying she felt the same. Gently, I put my hand to where she kissed me. 'What was that for?' I asked, laughing. ' For making my brother's life so happy. He always talked about you. He never wanted to leave your side, you know. And you never did. ' tears started welling in her eyes. I leaned over and put my arm around her shoulder, comforting her. Stephane began to cry, resting her head on my chest, and I placed mine on her head. 'Thank you for being there, Steve. For him. For Fred... For me,' she whispered. I smiled and looked down to her gleaming eyes. She was watching the endermen quarrel.. 'He was the best friend any one could ever have,' I said quietly . I sighed. This sighing thing was catching on. And I felt the water works coming,too. I didn't allow myself to cry though, because I didn't want to worry her. Over time, reality faded, and we drifted into an unsettling sleep I felt nudges and abrupt pushes. Jerking awake, I realized I was entirely surrounded by the endermen from earlier. I stood up, and turned around in circles, sword in hand. Stephane was gone. There was a note scribbled on the back of her map she'd left. 'I'm sorry, but I had to go. I didn't want to be a burden. I wanted to be with my brother. I'm sorry. ' I was grief stricken. I couldn't breathe. She'd just- gone and...
The endermen started to close in on me. One was holding a book and quill. it turned the pages toward me. I peered closely to the words. 'This is Lord Herobrine. Not the endermen. I'm their master. So sorry not to have personally kidnapped you. I had to tidy up your room. I've come to take you away. Surrender now or die instantly by the hand of these fine endermen. ' Clearly, I had no choice. I threw down my sword with a clatter and lifted my hands. I continued reading.' You will experience a pain to the head and blackness until you arrive at my castle, ' it read. 'Oh please, no-' I started. Before I knew it, an enderman delivered a hard blow to the side of my head with a stone block. Reality shattered, and the world went black."