Author's Note: Well, I'm very much underestimating myself. An update already! On a Monday! Well, looks like you readers can expect fast updates from this story. Yes, I know they're a bit short, this particular chapter placing at only about 950 words, but my point. :P Again, I'm open to ideas (especially about crafting; you'll know what I mean in a moment), please review, and other than that, enjoy this concoction of awesomeness (I hope)! :D I will see you all later.

AESEARIA

Aesearia was meditating as usual, Ethan and Arf out hunting. Days of meditation told her that trying to sense minds from afar would be nearly impossible on this planet, due to a very peculiar "fog" in the Khala present on this planet. As a result, she had no means of communicating with other sentient beings unless they were close to her. And so her mind relaxed as it usually did during meditation, until a disturbance ripped across the peaceful waters of her mind.

Her eyes were open. She did not remember opening them, but they were open. How odd. Then she heard something.

Doors opening. A voice.

That was not Ethan.

She stood up and peered outside the window. The sun shined bright, casting a shadow from the house that made it hard to see. Squinting to see better, she focused her gaze on the figure standing before a house. It was hard to tell whether or not it was a villager from the back, but she was willing to bet her fingers (an arm would be too much) that it wasn't. Turning on her psi blades, she quietly crept out of the house (taking care not to let the door creak) and stealthily approached the figure, taking care to stay in the shadows.

The figure, she could see, was another Terran. He stood before a villager in green robes, brows furrowed in thought, and muttering under his breath. He seemed not to see her at all. Aesearia caught something about a rip and an emerald (how peculiar!).

Deciding that questions should come after apprehension, she leaped from the shadows and tackled the figure to the floor, holding her blades to his (she could see that now) throat, quickly breaking him from his trance. He had brilliant blue eyes covered by glasses, short blond hair, and a studious look about him. The Terran (he was without a suit, curiously) shook his head quickly, as if to clear it, and registered what held him down.

Before Aesearia can even begin the customary arrest speech, the Terran screamed.

And what a bloodcurdling, earsplitting (only she didn't have ears) scream it was.

In retrospect, her lack of human facial features may have contributed to that.

"Shut up!" she screamed over the commotion. "Shut up or I'll have to kill you! That is a threat!"

The Terran immediately stopped, though still eyeing her fearfully.

"Who do you work for?"

The Terran still stared at her with that fearful gaze. Aesearia shook him violently.

"WHO DO YOU WORK FOR?!"

The Terran finally broke.

"Alright! Alright! I work for Mojang! Please don't abduct me and suck out my brain!"

It was Aesearia's turn to be baffled.

"What's 'Mojang'?"

"Well…" he trailed off, gathering his thoughts. "You see, it's a company from Earth that - "

"Earth? The Terran planet? You came from the human planet?"

Unsure once again, the Terran replied: "Yes…?"

"How did you get here?"

"Well, I was working on the game engine, and I sort of dozed off… I thought it was a dream, but judging by the ferocity with which I pinched myself, it's not."

"Do you know where we are?"

"Why, we're in Minecraft, of course!"

"A game?!" Ethan exclaimed incredulously. "You're telling me that this is a game?!"

"Calm yourself," Daniel, the Mojang employee, said impatiently. "It was a long time ago. We attempted to make the game more realistic by actually creating a simulation. Obviously, that backfired. One of the supposed 'bosses', Herobrine, went rogue and crashed the entire system. I can't believe we're still even here. I would have assumed that he would kill us all on sight. Under any case, the original crafting rules and such still apply. You two obviously have no knowledge of this, and thus would not be able to take advantage of this. Knowing how to craft will greatly increase your chances of survival in this world. Luckily for you, there is already a crafting bench in this room - " at this, he gestured the wooden table with empty squares sitting in a corner " – so I can demonstrate immediately." He walked up to the "bench" and, after taking out a formidable-looking stick and two pieces of something metallic, went into his "trance" again.

Ethan gave Aesearia a questioning look, at the same time using his hand to perform a "loop-around-the-head-'I-think-this-guy's-crazy'" gesture.

Aesearia merely shrugged. While she did not believe a single word this Daniel's said, she's seen weirder stuff.

In a few moments, Daniel broke out of his trance with something in his hand. Aesearia could swear that his hands were empty the moment before.

"Behold!" Daniel gloated, holding up a rather shiny sword (Aesearia would find that, upon recalling from her memory, the sword was actually made of cubes. As well. How could she not have guessed.). Aesearia mentally scoffed, knowing that her psi blades could probably cut that pathetic sword in half. Ah well, she thought. Might as well as let the Terran have a bit of pride.

"How the hell did you do that?" Ethan asked disbelievingly, almost squinting at the sword.

"This," Daniel said in a lecturing voice, "is crafting.

"What you do, essentially, is you take the items needed, hold the crafting recipe desired in your mind, and then concentrate a powerful desire into creating whatever it is you wish. If everything works out right, you get what you want. Now, you'll need to remember quite a bit of recipes, but I'll teach that to - "

"What the hell are recipes?"

"Well, they're like formulas for how to make something. Like an equation," Daniel replied patiently. "Now, the most useful ones are as such…"