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A/N: Chapter 3! I decided to show you guys some of the past of Eric and his best pal Jake. I don't know if it's too depressing, but hey, shit happens. Anyway, R&R!

Chapter 3

Memories

Eric, 10 years old.

"Grandpa!" The young Eric shouted as he entered his grandfather's house and jumped into the respected owner's lap.

Jason chuckled at his grandson and patted him on the head before responding.

"How are ya, Eric? Been good to mom and dad?"

Eric nodded a yes before returning to glare at his grandfather's long white beard, which the stubborn old man will never shave despite Grandma's protests.

"Wanna hear a story?"

Eric cheered at the offer and turned into a one big ear.

"This is a legend of how diamond was created. Before all of us, there lived a person who could do anything he wanted, build mountains just by the wave of his hand, creating oceans from the lakes underneath. The man was a happy one, nothing could turn his smile downside up. After long years of living, some say a great catastrophe happened and made the man weep, others say that he met a woman, maybe a man, and lost them. Needless to say the man wept, as he traveled across the world, leaving the blocks moist with tears. After the sun dried the blocks, the tears inside turned into diamonds! Many miners say that the bad luck surrounding them is because they are tears of a Maker, this one is mostly called as Herobrine, the Menace. After many years, the blocks were buried underneath the stone and rock."

Eric looked in awe at the slightly cheery and preety depressing story, but he didn't mind. He was a little happy sponge who would never stop smiling. Jason was happy that his story didn't lower his grandson's spirits.

"You telling him that old story again?" Robert, Eric's dad, entered the house unannounced. His brown short hair almost resembles almost a crew cut. Jason just smiled at his son and put down Eric from his lap as his legs began to numb.

"Well, what am I supposed to do when I am this old?"

"Well, you could help us to look up our support beams in the mine, we aren't sure if they are placed right."

Jason stood up, a little smirk on his face.

"You young people... Always rushing."

Robert waved to Eric and let Jason first leave the house. Eric also waved goodbye before running to the kitchen, lured by the appetizing smell coming from it.

Little did he know that he won't see both of the fathers come through that door again.

Eric, 17 years old.

Eric swung his pick at the opposing stone. Chips and sparks flew off it's surface as it crumbled into it's miniature form. The young man took the small floating block and put it in his backpack. Returning his attention to strike yet another stone block, his pick pierced nothing but shadow.

Eric turned towards his mining buddy, Jake, and called him to see the hole. The young man quickly rushed over the numerous little holes that spanned the strip mine and after a short two seconds he was at Eric's side.

"Whach' ya find?"

"Found a cave system. Since we are this deep, I suppose there might be gold down there." Eric contemplated the possibility of gold and maybe diamonds down the narrow shaft.

"Well then I will go get some ladders, torches, food and swords. Wait here." Jake ran off and climbed the rough stairs of the mine upwards.

After a few minutes Jake arrived with everything they need. He gave Eric some torches, two porkchops and an iron sword. Eric meanwhile enlarged the hole for easy access and moved away for jake to start placing ladders down. The ladders were done and Eric descended them, the cavern didn't really stand out of other systems that Eric had the pleasure of visiting and picked a tube that went down. A yellow glint caught his attention from the dark after placing a porch on the stone wall right of him. He approached it carefully and wanted to place a torch but something stirred in the darkness. Eric slightly gasped as a green form slowly shambeled it's way towards him. The most common of denizens was threathening Eric's life, the zombie, It's rotten flesh hanging off it's limp limbs and moans of pain that spanned across the depths of the world.

Eric slowly retreated but a strange action from the zombie made his eyes widen. The zombie flailed his arms with a stone pick in hand. The pick left the zombie's hand as the grip was weak and flew at great speed from the flailing. It spinned with deadly intent towards the young miner and pierced flesh. Eric screamed in pain from the floor as the pick is lodged between his collarbone and left shoulder, ripping flesh and cutting off several nerves. The zombie seemed very sentimental of the, now bloody, mining tool and enveloped the wooden handle with it's rotten fingers and tried to take it out, making Eric scream even more in agony.

Jake heared the first scream and ran towards the source, his stomach churned as he saw why. A zombie is ripping out a pick out of his friend's shoulder, with it not even minding to the ear-numbing screeches.

Blood stained the gray stone floor and the screaming completed the entire scenery of hell. Jake unsheated his iron sword and jumped at the zombie with murder in his eyes. At each slash the zombie just grunted and moved towards the pick he holds dear. Jake maddingly slashed awy at the rotten flesh until only the ribcage showed in the orange light. He was tired of this and stabbed the undead through the head, making it fall limp as it once did long years ago and fall with a sploch on the ground.

Eric for some reason stopped screaming, making Jake look in terror. Has his friend passed away? He quickly rushed to his friend's side and saw the gash that was once Eric's shoulder. With a more close up inspection there was shallow breathing and, as gruesome fate has it, the left arm was completely severed from the body. Jake cried all the way while carrying his near-death friend to the shining opening that called.

Eric, 18 years old.

"Boy, this is the finest prosthetic I can make fer ye." The bearded blacksmith rubbed off the sweat from his forehead as he presented Eric a gray iron arm. His old gray eyes looked in pity for the boy that is sitting in front of him, first his father and grandfather died in a unstable mineshaft and then his mother just dissapeared for no reason during the night. In short, he was admiring the young boy, even after years of hardship he still manages to smile. The gray strands of hair signify that the hardships left their mark on him.

"Thanks." Eric smiled as he gazed at the metal arm, he loved it in every single way. He took the arm, and with help of the blacksmith, put it on. As he tried to move the metal fingers, he could feel slight warmth at the stub of his left shoulder. The blacksmith chuckled as he saw the expression on Eric's face.

"That redstone sure can warm up. Well, I shouldn't keep you cooped up in here, go on."

"I don't know how to thank you."

"Nah. It's alright. The only reason I'm in bussines is 'cause of you and that fella Jake. This is a token of my appreciation."

Eric waved goodbye as he left the smithy. Jake waited for him outside, sitting underneath a tree. He sprung up as he saw his friend go out of the house with two limbs once more.

"Nice arm." Jake checked every nook and crany of the new metal limb.

"Yeah, it's cool."

"Can you feel with it?"

"No." Eric slightly sighed.

"Ah cheer up! Atleast you can mine all day long now." Jake cheered up his friend.

Eric smiled at the mention of mining and quickly started for the mine shack that was outside the village. Jake cheered as his friend proudfully and happily marched on.

A/N:Well that's done. Will continue the story in the next chapter. Atleast it's not a cliffy :)