I had never seen anything like it. It was tall, black as night, and it had glowing purple eyes, staring right at me. It's mouth was open, gaping at me. There were purple specks floating around it. My mind had no name for it.
It charged at me. The archers shot at it, but it disappeared and reappeared a few blocks away, still coming. When it had almost gotten to me, I stepped out of the way and shoved it into the lava pool behind me. It started shrieking, and it did so for a long time before it died.
The archers came around a hill by the lava pool. They were bald, with long noses, and most of them had bows and quivers, and the ones that didn't either had swords or packs of supplies.
"Who...who are you?" I stammered, not really trusting my voice.
Most of the archers immediately started pointing their bows at me. I flinched.
"Hold up!" said one of the archers that kept his bow at bay. He had a sword hanging at his waist. All but two archers put their bows down. "He must have been what those monsters were after."
"Do you think he's one of the players?" asked another one of the archers.
"Probably," answered the first archer. "What's your name?"
"I...I don't know," I replied shakily.
The first archer thought for a moment. "Come with us. We might be able to help you."
The archers called themselves, or their people, Villagers. They were exploring the land, looking for materials to help them improve their city. They told me that I had been lucky they were nearby when I was attacked.
The Villagers were on their way back to their village when they found me. They were actually happy to accept me and take care of me while I tried to figure out what was going on around me, and why I was here.
I didn't know what that thing was that I shoved into the lava. Whenever I tried to ask the Villagers what it was, they just got all quiet and would stop talking for a while. I decided to ask somebody about it later.
The first archer was named Cain. He was the leader of the expedition. He had a spare tent that they let me use while we made our way back to their village. He told me that they would be able to make a new house for me in no time. I had reluctantly agreed.
"Well, our village is just over that hill," said Cain, pointing up to a hill ahead.
"How big is this village, anyway?" I asked.
Cain chuckled. "Not very big, but it's home."
We kept walking for about two minutes, and when we finally got to the top of the hill, I saw it.
It was the village.