A strange figure stepped into the doorway. It was a man; he had dark hair, a quiet, friendly face, and unnaturally vibrant green eyes. "H-Hello?" Steve said. "Hello" said the man quietly. "I was wondering of I could stay here, as my house was destroyed by creepers." "Creepers?" said Steve looking around fearfully. "Yes, Evil, green creatures." "OMG! Can you train me to fight?" said the shaking man. "Yes, I will" said the green eyed man. "My name is Charlie Flasken, what's yours?" Oh my name is Steve, and I don't know my last name." "Oh, first of all, you do not look very healthy, are you alright?" "Well, I haven't eaten since I spawned, a day ago." "Oh wow, I see you have meat, let's cook that." The man sat down and took two small objects out of his pack. One was a sharp piece of flint, and the other was a lump of metal. He struck these together over a small pile of wood and soon had the steaks roasting on sticks over a cheerful blaze.
After they ate, Steve said, "Do you think we should build a new house? This one is a bit cramped." "Sure said Charlie. So they went to Steve's mine, crawled into the cool, stony hole and began mining. Charlie unstrapped a shining iron pick from his back and began swiftly mining right, digging deeper, and Steve went to the right, straight on. For a while, it was just plain, cold stone, but soon he struck a black ore. He tapped it with his pick, it was softish and lumpy. Steve decided to ask Charlie advice, so he walked out of his tunnel and entered Charlie's tunnel. It was smooth, well crafted, and nice looking. Halfway down was a room off the tunnel with piles of stone and strange ores. After looking at that he continued on down until he found Charlie, working away at the rock. "Um Charlie?" said Steve. "Oh hi! Charlie said looking up from his work. "Is anything the matter?" Well, I found a black ore, but I see you have a pile of it in your storage room, what it is?" "Oh that's coal, a common ore useful for fuel and torches", said Charlie, holding up one of the torches he had given Steve.
"Oh ok, I believe it is around nightfall, and it's too late to make our shelter, what do we do?" Charlie took out a small golden object with two rotating signs on it, and glanced at it. "Nightfall… we'll have to sleep down here. Let's go to the storage room." "Ok' said Steve and followed up the incline after the slim man. When they reached the store room Charlie picked up his pack and pulled out a bedroll and a cloak. "Here" he said and handed it to him, then turned around and spread his on the stone floor. When their beds were ready Charlie grabbed a few small lumps of coal and placing them in-between and lit them with his flint and steel. "Umm, what about the mobs, and the Creepers?" Steve said glancing at the doorway. "Oh, we must barricade it, I will make a door." Charlie said unconcernedly pulling out his crafting table and placing it on the ground. Soon he had a tough door, and attached it to the doorway. Steve relaxed slightly, and lay down on his bedroll.
"So, Where are you from, what's your life story?" said Steve as he curled up next to the fire to fend off the cold, dank underground air. "I began life in a small village, in a forest, as a guard. After 10 years of it I left because a darkness began to creep over the land. I went deep into the forest, and grew to love it, the beautiful forest…" here he paused and sighed, staring off into nothingness. "Sooo?" said Steve. "Oh, well I built a house and decided to settle down, but the monsters got worse and finally creepers blew up my house, so I wandered through the lands until I saw your shelter." "Nice.." Steve mumbled and fell asleep. Charlie lay down and stared into the distance for a long time, then went to sleep.
When they woke up Charlie checked his clock, and ascertained that it was morning. They packed up their stuff and trudged up the tunnel. As Steve was following Charlie he saw him loosen the hilt of a sword he hadn't noticed earlier on his back. "There might be a few monsters aboveground so be ready." Charlie said. "K" Steve gulped and pulled his stone sword out, noting the way that Charlie drew his gleaming diamond sword. Just as they began the steep incline to the exit Charlie froze, and cocked his head to the side, listening. "Shhhh!" he said, and readied his sword. "Whaaa?" Steve stuttered as the man in front of him rocketed out of the hole and sliced a green creature that was apparently about to explode. Charlie shouted "Steve come on!" and took of sprinting away from a pack of zombies that were clumsily approaching. Steve followed at his top speed, as Charlie ran towards his shelter, stopped in front of it, and motioned for Steve to stay behind him. He calmly awaited the undead, with his sword ready. Steve shook slightly, but stayed behind him, with his sword also ready.
When they were 10 blocks away Charlie suddenly shot forward in a blur of speed and began slicing at them, fighting expertly. Steve, thinking that now was the moment to show his mettle charged into the clump of zombies surrounding Charlie, and began hacking at the nearest one, but as it crumpled to the ground a rotten fist hit him, and he fell over stunned. Charlie, seeing his danger cut his antagonist in half and attacked the zombies approaching Steve. Although he was defeating them rapidly, more were joining the fight, and their peril was growing. Suddenly, Charlie, seeing that it was nearly the end for them, concentrated on his sword, and a green, pulsating fire enveloped it. He thrust it with a loud cry in a strange tongue into a zombie, and a green shockwave exploded out from him, flattening the monsters with a deafening roar.
Steve woke up in the silence that ensued, sitting up in the faint green mist and looking around. "What happened?" he said. Charlie sighed, and said, "Those were strange zombies; they didn't burn and were powerful." Steve looked annoyed and said "you didn't answer the question, what was that?" "Well, we were hard pressed, so I had to use my Powers." "Powers? "Said Steve still looking puzzled. "I have Woodland powers, I was born with them." "Coooool!" breathed the battered Steve, as he got up and stared at Charlie as if he expected him to explode again. "Well, the mystical, quiet man said, we need to start work on our new house." "Ok" Steve said and they walked back to the mine entrance. Half an hour later they had hauled up all the stone and ore, and cleared a spot to build. First they dug a trench 20 blocks long, 10 wide, so on so forth, and filled it with stone. Then they continued to build up, until it was 10 blocks tall. Next was the roof, so they walked over to the jungle, and using Steve's stone axe, gathered wood until they had enough for both stories and the roof. Then Charlie noticed that it was growing dark, so they walked through the lush plains grass to the half built house and deposited it next to it. "Charlie, where will we sleep?" said Steve when he was finished. Charlie, looking up from his crafting table where he was briskly crafting something just tapped the side of the stone house with a stick. "Ohhhh." "I see you are crafting a door for your house." "Our house" he said, and threw him a steak