I remember being born. I call it 'born', because I don't know what else to call it. I had been floating in an empty black void, for who knows how long. Then, suddenly, there was a light. I went to it and touched it. There was a loud POP! and I was roughly deposited on the dirt. I looked around. A blocky ball of light was rising high in front of me. I stood up and saw things moving. There were pink, chubby things I decided to call pichubbers, large black-and-white ones that sent a sound like MOO, MOO, in a low voice that I called mooachi, and white animals who were fluffy and soft and I called baahs. I petted a baah and felt it's soft fur. I noticed some of it was loose, so I gently pulled some off. It baahed some more and wandered off. Strolling over to a tree, I thought, Where am I? Where do the baahs and pichubbers and mooachi come from? In anger and confusion, I slammed my blue-and-gold fist into the wood. It broke off. Startled, I stepped back. The wood flew over into my hand, as if by magic. Astonished, I punched the tree again, getting more and more wood. I then tried cutting it. I got 4 planks of wood. I noted the moon, and created a wood shack. I heard disturbing sounds outside, and suddenly-
My shack blew open. I found myself facing two skeletal creatures and a green, four-legged one. The skeletons grabbed my arms and said, "You. Hooman. You cumm wid ush. Follow creepergreen." The green thing, evidently a creeper, looked unhappy. It had a frowny face that looked like this: I let myself be carried off, my mind in a turmoil of thoughts. What did they want with me? Who are they working for? Why do they want me? As the millions of questions crowded my head, I was lead into a cave. Red torches lit the way, though the skellies looked unhappy about it. Deeper and deeper we went, until my bare feet hurt and my hands were raw from feeling around in the darkness. Then, we were in a brightly lit cave, facing a hundred or so of the creepers and around fifty skellies. They called out things like, "Why do yu bring hooman into creepercave?" and, "Let the ticking stop!" Nervously, the guards put me into a glass cubicle with speakers in it. The jeering of the creepers was cut off, and I heard a cool, soothing voice. "Hello, Human. I am Rashid the Elder, from the Council of Fire. I shall call you Matt." Rashid seemed nervous but excited.He continued, "You have been called before the Council today because you are a Freshborn. We have learned, from many seasons of study, that one day, a Freshborn shall be born, with extraordinary powers. He is to save Creeperkind-and all monsters-from doom by his own race. Unfortunately, to gain his powers, the Freshborn must go on a journey, a journey to the Cavern of Flames. This cavern can only be opened by the death of a Council member. After opening, the One must defeat Orgoth the Skull, an ancient monster whose poison could kill all creatures on the continent with half a drop, and whom is as big as a city. Upon being defeated, meaning slain or put into a near-death state, he would have to give up the Key of Gold. The Key is an ancient and powerful artifact, stolen from the Council long ago. If you gain it, your powers will emerge, and your true form shall reveal itself. You may take two creepers, one a friend, the other a Council member. You have fourteen days to prepare, after which the party will be chosen for you. Your sleeping quarters await in the Dungeon." He paused." This meeting is now over. Go to your room. Get some rest. And choose wisely!"The guards showed me out of the cubicle and down a long flight of stairs into a rather cheerful Dungeon. Small creepers laughed and played. Mothers smiled and watched. The sleeping quarters were to the right side of the spacious room. I was lead to an ornate, large room with three other creepers in it. The skellies retreated and closed the door. The creepers came up to me and said, "Huh. So this is the Chosen One? I was expecting a Skelly, at least, not a Hooman." The other two glared at him. One spoke up and shook my hand. "Hi. I'm Firetooth, this is Dragonclaw, and the ungrateful one is Stinky. At least, that's what I call him." I decided immediatly that I liked the creeper. He seemed to read my mind and said, "Almost everyone thinks that the One should be a creeper, or at least a Skelly. They just can't accept that the very same race that's supposed to destroy them's going to save them." He pointed to a bed. "Take that one. It's farthest away from Stinky. We don't call him stinky without a reason." He held his nose. I walked to my bed and lay down, instantly falling asleep, and I dreamt of a creeper calling out a warning that I couldn't make out. I slept fitfully the rest of the night.
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