I turtlely don't own Minecraft. That's Notch, his partners, Mojang, and affiliate companies.
Alright, let's goooo piggy!
I made my new home into a nearby cliffside facing the valley. Digging and mining made my muscles hurt, but Bacon, my pig, kept me going.
You might think it strange of me, who loves pigs more than himself, to name the pig who saved his life a food. I named him such because it reminds me of what he will become if I don't protect him.
Finally, I finished by placing two doors down at the entrance. I made a couple pig doors beside it, really just holes in the wall to let Bacon and any other pigs in.
I wiped my sweaty brow and looked down at Bacon. He oinked and entered through the pig door. I went in through the normal door. Inside, I smiled at my work. Two clocks hung on each side of the wall, above my chests and beds on each side. Everything was perfectly symmetrical.
I laid down on one bed, and motioned for Bacon to sleep in the other. As he slept, I sat up. My work was not yet done, and never would be. I yawned and stretched, tired.
Shaking myself, I walked to the left water pool. I splashed water on my face and felt much more alert. I grinned, and grabbed an iron hoe, some steak, and my black iron armor.
I climbed down the rock face and saw no one. I stepped back, mixing myself with the shadows. This way, I could watch over the pigs and not startle them or keep them from sleeping.
Like I should be doing. I shook my head. No, I knew I couldn't sleep so long as they could be hurt or killed. I took out my iron hoe. One would think it was just for gardening, but I had a stone hoe for that.
A hoe was just a dull scythe, but this hoe was sharpened. I wanted to use a scythe for protecting these creatures, because I am now a reaper of dark souls. And anyone who would harm a pig was someone I considered evil.
I smiled, and my blade was now glinting. I had painstakingly made the blade and my iron armor black, using coal during my breaks from mining out a house.
The full moon shone down, but it couldn't reach me. However, it did reach some adventurer walking through the valley. I watched him, and moved with the shadows to get closer to him, just in case I needed to dish out some justice.
He simply walked, carrying a torch to illuminate his way. I was very close to letting him go, until he looked at a slumbering pig. This alone wouldn't cause me to attack, but then he took out a sword.
I dived into action, jumping against the wall as leverage to pounce on him. He let out an oof as I crashed into him, scythe ready to reap.
Then the torch rolled and shone over his face. I gaped and got off him. "Luke...?"
He nodded and picked up the torch to my face. "Hunter! What are you doing here, and why did you nearly violate me?"
I was about to answer when what he said really hit me. "Violate you? No!"
He grinned, and I realized he just said that to irk me. Good old Luke. "So what are you doing here, Hunter?"
"I'm protecting this valley of pigs. I won't let anyone hurt them."
"Not even me?"
I shook my head, and held my scythe tighter, just in case. That didn't escape his notice (he was observant to a disturbing degree...).
"You know you can't win against me." He grabbed his sword from the ground before continuing. "After all, I'm one of the best fighters in the region."
He was right. That was why I chose him to accompany me on some of my missions, after all. But I swore I would fight to the death to protect these pigs, and hopeless odds against an expert swordsman and fighter weren't about to deter me.
"I know. And I don't care. You will not hurt them." I readied my scythe, but my heart wasn't in it.
He sheathed his sword. "Alright. For you, Hunt, I won't kill these pigs. But I'm starving."
I handed him a steak, and he gladly ate it. I sat down, and placed his torch in front of me. He sat on the other side of the torch, and we talked.
"You really have your heart set on these pigs?"
I nodded. "Not just these pigs, but all pigs."
He whistled. "No way you can save them all. You know that, right?"
I nodded again, this time sadly. "That's why I chose this valley. Ever seen so many pigs?"
He looked around. "No."
"Exactly."
He watched the smoke for a bit, then looked me over. "You look really tired."
"I just made my house right over there. And this new armor and weapon."
"I see. Look, go get some sleep, I'll watch over them."
"You sure?"
He nodded. "Just leave me a few steaks."
I handed him the meat, and headed home. If there was ever anyone I could trust, it'd be him. Lunging and hopping to my home in the cliffside, I entered and got into my bed. Bacon woke up and looked at me.
"I'm resting while a close friend watches over the valley. You can meet him tomorrow, but you sleep too."
He nodded, and slept on the bed. Bacon trusted my trust in others. Funny.
I looked at the ceiling, trying to calm my mind. Soon, sleep claimed me as it did Bacon.
And so that first night in the valley ends with a partner in protection, a pig in a bed, a new home, and a good night's sleep.
In case you haven't noticed, I really love scythes. A lot. They're like my favorite weapon, probably.
I hope you liked it. Hunter, out.
