Chapter 1 : A new beginning

Hey guys, Agithos here. I was to say thanks to Chroma the Harvester for being my first reviewer. And now, onto the story.

WARNING : This is a rewrite. If you find something that you think is incoherent with later chapters. Please, let me know immediately


Unknow time, Unknow place, Mickael POV

"Is that what it feels like to be dead ? No smell, no sound, no sight and...grass ?"

I opened my eyes. My vision was still blurry but I manage to figure out some trees, a sky, some clouds and a beautiful rose in front of me. After a few second, my vision became clear. I found myself in front of a really disturbing scenery. The environment around me was made of blocks. Everything was blocky : the sun, the clouds, the trees...The only thing that wasn't made of block was me.

"WHAT THE HELL ?" I shout as I looked around. I recognized this kind of environment "Is...this Minecraft ? How-how did I managed to enter into the game ? It must a dream, it has to be just a wierd lucid dream or else, how could I be here ? Maybe if I close my eyes for a few second, I'll wake up on my desk where I must have fallen asleep..." I thought out loud.

I closed my eyes for nearly a minute before opening them again. I was still in this world full of blocks.

"No ? Well, what if I do this ?" I asked myself as I walk to the closest tree I could find and head butted it really hard. Not only it didn't work but it hurt like hell. Now I have a freaking headache. Someone once told me you can't feel pain in a dream. I can assure this pain was real...too real.

"Holy crap, I think I was really teleported into the game. Alright, calm down Mickael, panicking won't do any good to you !" I said as I tried to push my fear away even though I was shitting in my pants at this very moment.

I looked around and noticed my Five-Seven lying a few feet in front of me. I picked up the pistol and checked it from all possible angles.

"It doesn't look damaged...and the magazine is still full, great. I have twenty bullets at my disposal, better not waste them !" I thought as I placed my weapon behind my back.

I felt a breeze of fresh air. I looked at the sky and I saw the sky getting tinted with a beautiful orange color. The sun was getting closer and closer to the horizon. In a few hours, the night would fall upon this land.

I knew what was going to happen if I stayed outside during the night. I needed to act, fast.

"Alright, I am going to make a shelter and try to get some sleep. Tomorrow morning, I'll try to find something that could explain how and why I ended up here !" I murmured to myself as I approached the closest tree.

"Well...I hope this works..." I tightened my fist "On three...one, two three !" I punched the tree at full power. When my flesh made contact with the wool, I expected some broken bone and me, making a loud cry of pain. However, nothing like that happened. Sure, there was a tingling sentation in my hand after I punched the tree but my hand was pretty much uninjured. I noticed a small crack visible on the surface of the wooden block, meaning my punch did something. I repeated the process and, after a few more punches, the block brake, leaving me with a tyni block of the same material in its place.

"Well, now I know it works but I wouldn't try against stone though. That tingling sentation is annoying !" I thought.

I picked up the block and noticed the tree was still in the air.

"Looks like this tree doesn't give a crap about laws of physics, but hey, this is Minecraft we are talking about !" I chuckled.

After some time, I finished destroying the tree. I had several several block of pure wood. But, now, I was facing another problem : How was I supposed to transform these blocks into wooden planks ? In the game, we had an inventory and a crafting system. In reality, I didn't have a menu showing up to tell me how many keys I had in my pocket. Within the next five minutes, I tried different methods : Punching them, stomping on them, putting pressure on it...nothing worked. The moon was almost completely visible and I was a little scared a mob might come out of the bush to kill me by surprise. Thanks to my training, I knew how to defend myself with a pistol but there was a big difference between a zombie and an enemy soldier. At least, you can try to reason with the soldier.

"Screw this shit !" I nearly shouted before throwing a block of pure wood against a nearby tree. To my surprise, the block I had thrown split into four blocks of wooden planks. I stayed speechless for a second

"...How come on, how was I supposed to know that ? Alright, enough talking, I really need to build this house as fast as I can !" I said as I picked up the blocks.

Then, I proceed to build my house...Well it was more like a shelter, it was really small but also big enough to have some space. I couldn't let any mob see me so I didn't put any door nor windows. I had enough trouble already.

While I waited for the night to pass, I wondered how to build a crafting table.

"If I can turn a pure wooden block into four blocks of wooden planks by throwing them with enough force on a surface, what would happen if I put some pressure between theses blocks ?"

I took four blocks of wooden planks and put some pressure between them. I heard a small 'pop' and when I looked at what I had created, I saw a small crafting table with nine squares on it.

"Nice, maybe I can try to make some tools while I am still awake !" I thought out loud.

I threw two wooden planks on the grass. The blocks turned into dust, leaving behind them four sticks I could use to make some tools. I picked up two of the four sticks as well as three wooden planks. Then I went in front of my crafting table. I remembered the pattern to craft a pickaxe, so I put each material in their respective places. After placing them on the crafting table, the items began to glow to extreme intensity. The insense light forced me to close my eyes for a moment

"Arg, I can't see anything. What is going on ?" I asked.

The light eventually died out. When I opened my eyes, I saw a pickaxe lying on my crafting table.

"So...that's how tools are made...Well I'll just have to get use to it !"

I made some other tool like an axe, a shovel and a sword, all made out of wood. After I created all of those things. I decided to get some sleep, I didn't have any bed, so I lay down on the grass. It was pretty uncomfortable but, after an hour, I finally fell asleep.


Unknow time, Unknow place, Mickael POV

When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a dark place, so dark that I could barely see what was in front of me. I was in a sort of room with no furniture, there was also a door. I walked toward it and put my hands on the handle. The door opened and I exited the room. I was in a sort of open space with a black sky. I could also see some blue orbes covered in blue flames in front of me. They were moving and were slowly approaching me.

"What is that ?" I asked as one of them stopped right in front of my face. I started to back away but they began to form a circle around me.

I noticed another door at my left with some light passing underneath it. I jumped over an orbe and runned for the door. I tried to open it but it was locked. I couldn't open it. I turned around to see that none of the orbes had followed me.

"Where am I ?"

"You are in the Void, young one. The place where souls rest as they wait for their judgements !"

"Who are you ? Show yourself !" I ordered to the voice.

Suddenly, the door behind me opened and I finally saw who was speaking to me. It was an old men, probably around fifty years old. He was bald and had a black beard. What surprised me is that he wasn't made of blocks. He was a normal human like me.

"My name is Notch, the god and creator of this world : Minecraftia !" The man said.

I was speechless.

"You must quite disoriented. That's normal, you just arrived here in this world, you lost all of your marks. I came here to..."

"Wait wait wait...Are you the one who brang me here ?" I asked.

"Yes. I brang you into this world !" Notch answered.

"Great !" I replied sarcastically "Could you send me back to my own world, now ?"

"Not yet Mickeal...You are needed here, you have a destiny to accomplish !"

"Okay, you listen, I don't know what kind of destiny I have to accomplish and I don't care. You are going to send me back right now !"

"You will have to discover by yourself why you are here...Just follow your instinct and, when the time comes, you will remember what your mother told you !"

"What are you talking about ?" I asked, my right eyebrow raised.

Notch didn't respond and instead, opened the door before saying :

"Wake up Mickael !"

"Hey, wait a second, we are not finis..."


Present time, The shelter, Mickael POV

I woke up, shaking and sweating. I was still on the grass, in my shelter. I could only say one simple sentence

"GO TO HELL, YOU OLD BASTARD !"

TO BE CONTINUED...That is it for the first « real » chapter. Also, sorry that this chapter is shorter than the prologue. It's just that the first four chapter (including the prologue) are rewritten version. So, while I managed to write more for the prologue, I wasn't able to do it for the other chapters. So, PM or review to tell me what you think of the story : good or bad. See you next time (^_^) /