Chapter 4

"And you say he tried to steal Tim's supplies."

"Yessir, Husky. He claims he just appeared in the world yesterday, got here, and thought he'd get some supplies."

"And did he steal anything?"

"No sir."

"Then why punish him? There's no harm done, and you are a little short on villagers."

I was standing on the roof of the only 3x3x4 house with a balcony in the village, with the sun rising behind me. Next to me stood a man who's skin was blue and orange with frills like a frog cheering for the Florida Gators, whose main colors are blue and orange. The head farmer was glaring at me, hoping I would do something to displease him he would have an excuse to kill me.

"But.. Sir, are you suggesting that I let him join? No! What if he's from the Allertrez or the Callur? We can't trust him?

"Yes you can... What he says is true. I can't tell you how I know, but I do. Now I must go. SSundee will come here soon. He might bring Jerome."

"Let me guess, SSundee is another 'minecraft legend that you talk about." I said after Husky had walked off.

"Yes." Was all he said, staring after Husky, who walked off back toward where I woke up just yesterday.

Wow... Yesterday. That couldn't have been just yesterday, right? That felt like years ago, decades ago.

"The guys right, you know. You can trust me. I'll join your tribe. I can fight the Callur or the Allertrez."

I didn't know why I was making promises like this. Maybe I felt bad for stealing from Tim, or maybe I just wanted to have a better chance at getting supplies. The village had farms, and a well. I'd have all the food I needed. I'd have shelter and I'd have resources. The only downside would be dealing with Mr. "You can't trust strangers" here. I guess another disadvantage would be that I wouldn't be able to get any tools and weapons better than stone. The blacksmith might be able to give me some iron but honestly I'd only use it for armor because a stone sword's okay, but I needed armor.

"No. I'll accompany you to the desert biome tommorow. Then you'll have to survive on your own. I'll have the blacksmith give you some supplies. The fact that you tried to steal in the first place is enough. I'm overruling Huskies advice. You're going to have to go into the wilderness and build your own shelter."

"But, sir-"

"Be happy that you get any supplies at all."

My face fell. "Yes sir."

The next day, at the edge of the forest biome, I was about to leave the village and build my own shelter, when a villager in purple robes shouted, "Wait!", and the head farmer paused.

"I have been given a prophecy." Said the priest, breathlessly.

"What is it?"

"It's about him." He said, pointing to me.

"You must let him stay."

The head farmer groaned.

"Alright, let's bring him back. But I'm telling all people with sore feet because of walking out here for nothing to go find you."

"Thanks, dude." I said.

The priest scowled at me. "My name is Tukin, not 'Dude', and don't thank me yet" he said.

"Why not?" I asked, confused.

He glared at me, and said "Because the way this prophecy turns out, young man, is not very good for you."