After days of surviving, I knew I couldn't keep on living like this, if this was called living at all. This was not a life, and I proposed that to Glefinnan. He stopped talking lately, and when he does, it's not good news.
Glefinnan just answered, that I was serving a good purpose as his step-grandchild. When he said that, I said, "Well, this is no way to treat a grandchild or a step-grandchild!" Glefinnan went quiet after that.
Day and night I worked on crafting a life. Survival was too easy for me, it wasn't surviving I needed to do, it was living. Every night I would go out and slaughter the night creatures. They wined and they groaned as my iron blade cut them to bits.
In the day I worked on making a new home, and mined for resources. My daily routine was cut short when a creeper blew up the mines. I cursed under my breath as I collected the scattered blocks.
As I collected the blocks, something shiny caught my eye. I took a torch out from my pack, the torch immediately enlarged. The ore that I saw made me gasp.
In my mining trips I have found lots of cobble, coal, iron, gold, lapis lazuli, redstone, laza, and even the extremely rare emerald, but never this. The shiny, blue ore gleamed in the torch light. I recovered from my shock quickly, and set to work.
I placed the torch down, and drew my iron pick. I used all my strength into each dowards stroke. With the now familiar sound of an item dropping, I scooped up the diamond.
I stared in awe at the beautiful, blue ore. A diamond! I would have screamed, but I forced myself not to. I quickly set out to mine the rest of the good stuff. I got a total of six pieces.
I quickly repaired the mine and went into my miner's deposit. Thinking of what I was going to do with my item was a crucial part in my life. I knew I needed a diamond sword for sure, minus two diamond. A pick would be useful, minus three diamond.
I worked through the night making my diamond sword, and my pickaxe. With one diamond left, I could make a shade. In the end, I saved the diamond for later uses.
The whole next day was spent mining. I got obsidian, more iron, some redstone, and a lot of cobble. I was disappointed that I couldn't get any diamond, but I got obsidian!
On the third day, I built my home like never before. A great castle is what I want now. The moat was shaping up quite nicely, for I had changed it into a lava moat.
The moat was a hundred fifty blocks length. The moat was ten blocks deep, and five blocks across. Animals fell in and died constantly. I was annoyed they weren't smarter than that.
I replaced the seventy five block tall cobblestone wall with an obsidian one. The wooden gate replaced with an iron one. The watch towers themselves were protected with dispensers. Each tree outside my future home within a thirty block radius was booby trapped.
When the outer defenses were finally finished, I was quite proud. No mob could get past my defenses! That's what I thought.
I mined for days without going to the surface, throwing away all my cobble. Finally, after weeks of hard work, I got ten more diamonds.
I laughed with joy, I could make armor or anything else with those diamonds. I made my way to the surface, proud of myself.
I made a chestplate, and another sword. By the time I finished making the armor, and put the armor on an armor stand it was dawn.
Too late I remembered the one diamond that I put in the miner's deposit. I rushed to the miner's place, slamming the door open. I got the one diamond from where it lay.
It still had no use but to make a spade, right? Then I realized that I could make a life changing tool. The Enchantment Table.
Within minutes I gathered materials, and started to work. I made the Enchantment Table with care. Soon the amazing tool gleamed to life in front of me.
After some month, I created a booby trapped enchanting room, with bookshelves included. No one but me knew how to get in.
I also added another wall around the lava moat, and a water moat around the wall around the lava moat.
I had a friend villager who was banished from a nearby village. I took him in and taught him the way of my life. His name was Gelfie. He turned out to be an excellent farmer, I made him head farmer of my town.
In the time since I started, my home had become a safe house for sheep, pigs, cows, chickens, horses, wolves, ocelots, and friendly villagers.
I made a pen for each animal, and a hut for each villager. I was happy for my town, and my town was happy for me.
I had blacksmiths, farmers, preachers, bakers, and animal tenders. Everyone had a good life here. I was eleven now, and I was protector of a town.