I may or may not be continuing Martyn's flashback in this chap, 'cause there's gonna be another flashback in this chap *claps hand over
mouth*. Oops. Shouldn't of said that . . . Nvm . . .
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~ I dedicate this story to my favorite video game, Minecraft, and all its blocky awesomeness.
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LUNA
PURPL AND LUNA SCREAMED. "Aahhhhhhh!" they both hacked at Mario's NPC zombie.
"Uurgh. . . -" Mario's zombie said, until its head was chopped off by Luna.
"Mario, when did you die?" Purpl was hyperventilating.
"Uh . . . a while ago." Mario answered sheepishly.
"Why didn't you say anything?" Purpl approached the pirate ship that Mario's NPC zombie had ninja'd from. They'd gone pretty far North, and had stumbled across a
deep valley. Luna hoped that no more zombies'll try to ninja them.
"Didn't want to." Mario muttered.
It was uncommonly silent on the Skype, except for the occasional cry from someone being attacked by a zumble.
Luna stepped into the person-sized hole in the hull of the ship. It looked like the whole thing had been here for a long time. Vines had somehow seeped their way in
through the wood, and in some places, the floor had given way to grass. Flowers and ferns dotted around the greenery. The only source of light was through holes
on the upper deck.
"My question is: how in heck did a ship even get here . . ?" Luna muttered
Purpl shrugged, "There are weirder things on this server. I once found a Netherrack building over a lava lake in the Stone Hills far to the North."
"What happened?"
"Jumped over the gaps in the bridge, Amy cheering me through Skype." she blushed ," Amy made me yell 'Sparta'."
"It was hilarious." Amy chimed in from a thousand blocks West.
"When I reached the second gap, she made me yell 'For Narnia'."
"No, she did that herself." said Mario
"You weren't even there!"
"Yeah, you did it yourself." said Toby.
"Shut up!" Purpl hissed into the mic. She turned back to Luna, "Anyway, I made it, and found health pots, and a hole of lava I was 'supposed' to jump into."
"Did you jump?" asked Luna eagerly.
"Of course." Purpl said smugly, "Then I fell out of the building and into the lava lake below."
"Wow."
"Wait, it doesn't end there! I fell into a hole with water, that led to four passageways."
"And then?" Luna prompted.
"I stepped on a pressure pad, and potions of poison came out of a dispenser."
"Ouch."
"'Killed by magic' was the death message." Purpl shrugged, "I was never good with magic in particular, so I took on Alchemy."
"Alchemy?"
"You know. Science, gold, rune symbols."
Luna didn't know. "Oh." She spotted a chest in the corner of the room, and walked through vines to open it. "More zombie flesh." she sighed. The rough, ugly texture
reminded her of that time, in this world. When she'd been trapped.
(Omniscient Narrator - kinda - for flashback)
Squeal!
The pig's death cry echoed through the plains, with five more following. Luna hated having to kill animals, but she was starving. She kept the raw meat in her
inventory, so she didn't have to look at it. Luna scowled. She hated this world and all who inhabited it. Why in Hades did she have to be stuck here?
Luna crossed he arms, and trudged across the endless tall grass and flowers. Night was falling, and she didn't have a proper shelter, unless you called a small wooden
shack in the middle of nowhere a shelter. She'd found the shack, and it had a sign over the door that read, Ye Ole Lost Home. She had no idea who'd made it.
The old wooden door opened with a protesting squeak!, then revealed a dusty, partially lit space with a crafting table and a musty bed. She sat down, and opened
her inventory by flicking her finger in front of her, opening her monitor, and clicking the inventory icon. It held: the raw meat she'd collected today, stone tools,
a bow (ran out of arrows), an apple, and a stack of wood. Luna arranged her items to where she could easily equip them. She'd lost her wand as a death
penalty on her first day.
Outside, the first mobs spawned only blocks - the measurement system here in Minecraftia - from her door. Usually she would have waited outside to fight them
for xp, but she didn't feel up to it tonight.
Luna closed her inventory and straightened up, like she was defying the unescapable fact that this world was totally against her, then promptly fell back onto the
bed, exhausted.
Only a few seconds of silence passed before Luna heard the zombies getting hurt outside.
Luna's eyes snapped open. It wasn't morning, the light outside was still a dark blue. Why were the mobs getting hurt?
She opened the door just in time to see an iron sword flash in front of her face, and a skeleton fall at her feet, disintegrate, and turn into a few floating bones and
two arrows.
The boy in front of her was about her age, older maybe, with spiky black hair sticking out of a green baseball cap, and iron armour. Under that, a green hoodie and
jeans. He looked skinnier than Luna, and that was near impossible.
They both stared each other down for a moment. Luna noticed his multicolored eyes, and how he had no MC ID, which meant he was human, like her. He stuck the
tip of his sword in the dirt.
"Hello." Luna began. Her voice sounded like she hadn't talked for centuries. That was partially true.
"Hi. . ." he said back. He noticed she had a slight British accent.
. . .
Awkward silence.
. . .
"Sooooo. . ." Luna tried. She was never social, even in the best of times.
"Hi." he said again, "I didn't know anyone to live this far from civilization." He grinned. Luna was already flustered, but he just succeeded in making her face redder.
"I like being alone." she crossed her arms.
"Are you human?" he said, changing the subject completely, "You don't have an ID."
"Obviously."
As the two exchanged snide comments with one another a creeper made its way through the tall grass, silently plotting the death of the people before his pixellated
self. Luna, let Notch bless her, saw the creeper and quickly picked up an arrow from the dead skeleton, equiped her bow and aimed over the boy's shoulder at the
creeper.
Now, after about two years in Minecraftia, Martyn had developed a kind of paranoia that everything - even a pretty girl - was out to kill him. When he saw her aim the
bow, it all had happened so quickly so that he thought she was aiming at him. In Martyn's mind, bow aiming at you = bad. Reflexively, he darted out of the way.
The tip of the arrow did not follow him. Instead, the girl let go of the string, and let the arrow fly at full charge into a creeper's head that seemed to have come
right from behind Martyn.
Sulphur fell to the ground as the creeper hissed for the last time. The girl lowered her bow. She picked up the xp, and the little tinkling rang through the air that
signified she'd reached the next level.
Luna stared ahead at the small wave of mobs inching slowly forward. "I think you better had come inside."
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Martyn built a small wood encasing around the door so the zombie's couldn't bang on the door. The small space was barely big enough for two people, but Luna
put a furnace down anyway for warmth.
"To introductions." said Luna, sitting on top of the crafting table.
"Uh, yeah. I'm Martyn. Martyn Wood." he suck out his hand awkwardly.
Luna shook his hand. "Luna."
"Last name?"
"Uh . . . ," Luna paused, " No . . ."
Martyn raised an eyebrow, "Really?"
"Yep."
"Oh." Martyn shifted uncomfortably.
Both their stomachs rumbled simultaneously.
"Hungry?" Martyn blushed.
"Yeah."
"I have some pig meat here."
The furnace went out.
"Bugger." Luna grumbled, "I probably shouldn't have used the last bits of charcoal."
Martyn equiped a pickaxe. "I could go down and get some coal."
"Oh, you don't need to do that." Luna got up. "I can . . . fix this."
She cupped her hands out in front of the furnace, palms facing each-other and whispered: "Incendio." In the space in the middle of her hands, a small burst of flame
appeared.
"Notch!" Martyn jumped back in surprise. "This is a wooden shack!"
"Its okay, its under control!" Luna reassured him. She tossed the flame into the opening in the furnace, and the stone block blazed to life, filling the small room with
heat.
"Um . . . uh . . . wha?" Martyn was speechless.
"A simple fire spell." Luna blushed. She didn't like showing off her powers.
"A-are you . . . a witch . . ?"
"Of a sort."
"Do you . . . have a wand?"
Luna grimaced. "I lost it."
"I thought you needed one for . . . spells."
"True, but I have . . . other powers."
"Like what." Martyn sat down like he was expecting a story.
"I know this'll sound crazy," she paused, "but I'm a daughter of the greek magic goddess Hecate."
Martyn was silent for ten whole seconds, and then burst out laughing. "Hah! That can't be a coincidence!"
"What?"
"My mom is a greek goddess too!"
Luna blinked. " . . . Ohh-kay."
*sigh* To be continued when I feel like it . . .
That took a while to write.
Oh, btw, this is BEFORE he meets Nyla.
Sorry I took a while to update. I'm busy watching an epic animie called Sword Art Online.
CYA!