A Minecraft Fan Fiction,
The Seed of Minecraft
By Scribe191
Chapter 1
The Seed, when viewed from the heavens, is a beautiful world. Its lapis blue oceans gently lap against the lush emerald green land. Purple white-capped mountains form chains across the continent. The skies are filled with swirling wisps of snow white clouds. This side of the Seed spoke of a life of paradise.
Suddenly the landscape changes as the western half of the Seed comes into view. There, the land is a dead ash grey, speckled red and black. Lava flows from the jagged black volcanoes that dot the landscape. The ocean here is a murky brown, heavily polluted from the excesses of nearby refineries. The skies here are filled with toxic black smoke, rising from the smokestacks of factories.
This side of the Seed spoke only of death.
The god named Notch looked upon this side of the Seed with great sadness. It was him who had first came up with the idea of creating the Seed.
Unlike all the Other Gods, he had an imagination that was unlike anything the Others had very seen. His mind was whirling with innovative ideas, great inventions and intriguing stories.
That imagination had to be channeled into somewhere, made into something. The Others discovered that if Notch did not do so, he would be subjected to a most drawn out and horrible sickness. His mind would shrivel up, with his body following suit.
Notch, being like the Other Gods, was immortal. So of course, he could not die while suffering from this ailment. But he would suffer a living hell.
That was why the Seed was created: To help Notch channel his imagination into making something wonderful. It was Notch's cure.
But it became so much more than just that. Each and every living thing on the Seed was living out vastly different existences from each other. Yet each one was interconnected in ways that ordinary mortal's could even begin to comprehend. Each living thing was special in its own way.
Now the inhabitants of the Seed were in grave danger. The dead were rising from their graves, a near unstoppable force that devoured everything in their path.
And devour they did. In the ten thousand years since the first Demons had Risen, they had conquered half the Seed, far quicker than any of the gods could have predicted. Notch had tried to help the inhabitants of the Seed in anyways possible. He had constructed armor to protect them against the Risen Dead, forged weapons of many shapes and sizes to defend themselves, crafted spells of great power. But it was to no avail.
It had really seemed for an instant that the Seed was doomed to a bleak, hellish existence. Then one day, an idea struck Notch from the middle of nowhere.
Hero.
Notch needed to create a Hero, one that would save the Seed from the demonic forces of the Risen Dead. After many weeks spent in back breaking labor, Notch believed that he had found the solution to making the Hero. But he needed test subjects. There was only one way to get them.
And that was to travel to the Seed and find them himself.
Finally, I was able to upload the first chapter! I hope you guys like it!