A/N: I don't own Mineraft and probably never will. Also please REVIEW.
I slowly sat back up. I was in Erya's bed. She was sitting next to me on the bed. "Are you okay? You just dropped cold at my feet once you got outside?" she asked me.
A shudder crawled up my spine as I remembered what I saw out there. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just... over exerted myself." I lied to her. For some reason this small lie left a bitter taste in my mouth.
She gave me a look that said she didn't believe me. But before she could say something, there was rapid knocking at her door. She opened the door and had some rapid hushed words that I couldn't catch with a man outside. As she turned back to me, her face was marred by a slight frown and a worried look in her eyes. "My father wants to see you." she informed me.
She helped me back to my feet and out the door. As she helped me down the simple gravel path through the village, I just had one question. "What is your fathers name?" I asked Erya.
"Eryon the Strong." she told me. Before I could ask how he had earned the title of "the Strong" we had reached a massive one room house next to the church. She opened the door and lead me in. Twin rows of cobblestone pillars ran through the center of the room, leading to a ornate chair on a simple wooden platform. Double chests lined both walls, although most sat open and empty. The whole room screamed of a proud past that was long gone. On the chair sat a man dressed in an ancient set of iron armor. A jagged scar appeared from behind his left ear, traveled down and across his throat, and disapeared under his breastplate.
"Tell me why you are in my village and I might let you live." Eryon said, his voice a hoarse croak.
Thinking quickly, I said " I am Rick Rotser and come from across the sea on the other side of this continent. I lived with my family in a village smaller than Nightsdale. For generations we had lived in peace. One night we awoke to explosions. I ran outside to see what was happening while my wife went to get our two little ones. It turned out that one of our neighbors had found gold and redstone in a nearby small ravine and had decided to murder the entire town to ensure they got the entire profits. They had dug small tunnels to under everyones house and placed TNT in the tunnels. The explosions that woke my family was the houses on the outskirts being destroyed. I just made it outside when my house was destroyed. No one made it out. Dodging members of the murderous clan that was bent on making sure no one survived, I ran to the coast and got into a boat my family had made the week before. I set sail and within a week touched down on the far coast. I spent the next month marching inland and finally collapsed in the field outside the village, where your daughter found me."
"Well, then. I decree that... " he began, when the door slammed open. A figure wearing a simple iron helm and wielding a stone sword slumped in the doorway. "Trummle, what is it?" Eryon asked raising slightly from his seat.
"Sir, we have creepers and skeletons attacking!" Trummle managed to say before his body jerked repeatedly and pitched forward, arrows protruding from his back. With out thinking I grabbed the dead mans helm and sword, and ran out into hell on Minecraft.