UPDATE: Since I'm back, I've read my own fanfic and realized that it's terrible. Now I'm going to rewrite it. Huzzah!
I got bored, didn't know what to write next, so hey, might as well make a minecraft story.
Shameless Plug is Shameless
I've started a Let's Play Series with my buddy, Bryan. I'd appreciate it if you come and watch and give me feedbacks ;]
Summary
The king has put up a reward: Kill the Enderdragon and retrieve the Ender egg. Whoever brings it will be rewarded with whatever they want. Enter Maximus, a boy who lives up in the mountain near the kingdom. He doesn't care about the reward, especially when it is just a myth. The only problem is that Leah, the nomadic alchemist (and witch doctor), has her eyes on that egg. Unfortunately, Maximus owes a massive debt to Leah and he is forced to kill the Enderdragon.
Prologue
Before I begin my story, I need to tell you an important detail. An explanation must be given in order to make sense of why I set out such an unnecessary adventure. It all started when I hit the age of adulthood.
I lived in a small village—not the current one I was in—with strict and unreasonable rules. Let me give you a few examples:
You can’t stay out at night if you are a child or a woman. If you are a man, you must not travel alone.
The words of your elder is final. You cannot talk back to your elder, else you’ll be whipped.
If your child is convicted of stealing, lying, or any bad deeds, they will be whipped. If they have done more than three bad deeds, they will be sent to the solitary dungeon.
Stealing is criminal. If you are child, you will be whipped. If you are an adult, the first penalty will be jailed for three weeks without any food. The second is being stoned to death.
If you suspect your wife of having an affair with another man, you are able to bring her to justice and execute her in the public.
My father was the chief, so I was usually allowed to break the rules once in a while. Though that was back when I was a child. Now that I was a full pledge adult (having taken part of the ceremony), I didn’t have much of a free roam. In my adult years, I realized the terrifying reality of being in this village. I wasn’t able to do anything without getting in trouble. The chief wasn’t afraid nor did he care that I was his son, to lock me up in the dungeon. It made me wish for my childhood back. Although that would never happen. Three years later, when I reached the age of twenty-one, I made an unregrettable decision.
Running away was my only freedom.
So I did just that. I remembered being extremely foolish. Never once had I planned anything. Where would I go? Did I have enough gold with me? How could I escape? The only thing that crossed my mind was the port city, Rivalis. If I snuck inside their ships, I would be able to travel to a whole new continent. To start my life anew.
I wouldn’t want to bore you with the next content because I did exactly that. I got into the cargo section of the ship and traveled to the continent of Wyrela. Out of the ship, I was in Rivalis’ sibling city, Ravilas. It was a bit funny, I’d admit. I easily found myself a job, but I had not home. There was a recruitment of miners. I wasn’t exactly a labor worker since back in my village, I was more of the hunter. Or did being a hunter considered as a labor worker? Well, anyway, I had no experience.
The people didn’t seem to mind. They must be extremely desperate. They offered me a room within the mine with the other workers. I accepted without a second thought. I wasn’t exactly the brightest person out there. The job was unreasonable. I supposed I had a case of bad luck. The cave was far away from Ravilas and was surrounded by a forest.
A twelve hour shift of tiring mining, barely any gold was given, and the condition of the rooms was terrifying. I feared for my life every single second I stayed inside that cave. Many people died because of the monsters that lurked inside and the constant explosions. The only reason why I survived was because of my sharp senses that was refined over the years of hunting.
I stayed there for at least three weeks, after I finally got my meal. I was planning on the leaving, but the problem was that they didn’t want me to leave. Not because I was one of their best, but because they were afraid I would report the guards of their illegal activities. Oh, yeah, apparently it was illegal. There were many who attempted to flee, though they were easily hunted down by trained dogs. I wasn’t taking my chances of being caught.
At night, I slipped opened the metal locked door through a simple method. I built a button that registered to the door’s redstone activity. It made a loud noise, alerting some of the nearby guards. I darted out and made my way to the only exit of the cave. The cave was dark and it gave me a vantage point. Being stuck in a prison without any light source most of my young adulthood made it easier for me to see in the dark. While the guards hurriedly checked my cell, I fled. It wasn’t long until they realized I escaped and threw the dogs after me. Like I said, I wasn’t taking the chances of being caught by these dogs. I ran as fast as I could.
When I was a finally out of breath, I stopped in the middle of the chase. Though it wasn’t much of a chase anymore since I could barely hear anything. No dogs barking, nobody shouting about how I was going to regret my actions. That problem was gone, the next was how my body was reacting. I overworked, using too much energy that wasn’t there. For three weeks, I only ate once. I had gone at least five weeks without eating once, although to run on an empty stomach wasn’t the best idea. My mind was groggy and it throbbed like mad. A rising feeling came from my stomach as I threw up what I ate a few hours ago, which was barely anything. Then my knees went weak and I stumbled to the ground. I pushed myself away from my own barf, not wanting to fall on the puddle. My visions was blurry, my eyelids were heavy, and the constant pain wasn’t planning on leaving any time soon.
I shut my eyes… and hoped for the best. Knowing me, it was probably not going to be what I expected.
The next morning, the sound of water boiling was what woke me up. Unlike the grassy ground or the steel bed, I awoke in a soft bed that I hadn’t experienced in a while. It was comfortable and it made me not want to get up. Although staring at the ceiling for a good minute made me realize something. Where am I? That question in mind, I sat up immediately, and had a good look around. It appeared to be a bedroom, no decoration in particular. Though it was made out of birch.
The door opened, revealing a woman in white. She had on a white overall that covered her from head to toe. It was a bit disturbing for some reason, but that was quickly shattered when she removed her hood. The woman let down her hair—a beautiful scarlet color—that went all the way down to her lower back. What was most fascinating about her was her eyes. It was clouded, but there were at least three rings surrounding her pupils. She had this stare that could see right through me and that was scary. I blew out a breath, unable to move. We had a good stare until my stomach gave up and growled.
That broke her rather intimidating stare. She chuckled, saying, “I supposed you’re hungry. Come. I’ll fix up a meal for you.”
Her words easily caught me as I hopped off of the bed. Realizing that I was only wearing my boxers, I questioned, “You took off my clothes?”
“It was dirty, so I washed it. You can find it over there.” She pointed at my clothes sitting on a wooden chair. “Come out when you’re dressed.”
With the door closed, I sighed. Walking over to my clothes, which had a cherry scented smell on them, I put them on with ease. It was nice wearing something that wasn’t covered in dirt. Leaving the bedroom, I found the source of the boiling water. It was a brewing stand and I saw potions in the making. This was a relatively small house, though I didn't mind.
The brewing stand was on the counter in the kitchen. I saw the woman cracking some eggs and cooking them with ease. The next, she pulled out a few venison from the chest near her. I was almost drooling at this point. The aroma of this was unbearable! I could eat the meat raw. Then again, stomach pain wasn’t in my list for today.
She glanced at me, telling me to take a seat. I wandered over to the dining table and sat down. I was a bit nervous, seeing that this was one of the first time I had ever seen somebody with such bright hair. More than that, she acted completely different from the women from my village. She wasn’t exactly bashful like they were. Her eyes were frightening and she could probably stand up for herself unlike the people back in my village. It was… nice.
When she was done, putting everything on a plate, she walked to the table and placed it down along with a few silverware. I thanked her, not hesitating to dig right in. She went ahead and sat on the chair in front of me, watching me carefully. I didn’t mind the stares, if it wasn’t from her. Not wanting to have this awkward breakfast, I asked for her name.
“Leah,” she replied. “What of your’s?”
“Maximus.”
Her brow raised, almost in surprise and curiosity. “Hm… so what is the chief’s son of the Terrance village doing in the forest alone and unconscious?”
I dropped my fork, my mouth agape. “What?”
“It appears I need to explain,” she said. “I travel all of Overworld and when I was at Terrance not long ago, I heard some gossip about a boy named Maximus. I didn’t exactly have an image at the time and I’m just assuming. Although my assumption is correct, yes?”
“Yeah… you’re correct. I’m a bit more surprised on how you even got inside.”
“Nobody would want to deny a visit from a witch doctor. Though I can see the reason why you ran away from your home.”
I picked up my fork and resumed eating. “Well, I’m just glad you’re not going to take me back there.”
“Hmph. I wouldn’t want to go back to that misogynistic village anyway.”
I was relieved and a few bites away from finishing my meal. After I was done, I stood up for a few stretches. I was almost back to my full strength. Still a bit weak at the knees, but Leah offered me a few medicines. I drank them down without hesitation, having another look around her house.
Then… there was the source of my problem. The reason of my adventure. A golden apple sat on the counter beside the brewing stand. I blinked multiple times as if it would erase the golden apple from my vision. Yea, it was still there. I pointed at the apple and asked, “Why is that apple golden?”
She took a glimpse at it and answered, “Many years of work on that. I finally got the correct ingredients and made that. It’s a thing of beauty.”
“Can you eat that?”
“Of course not!” she growled. “All my hard work will be to no avail if it was to be eaten immediately after. I’m trying to see if this apple can stay in that condition forever or not.”
“Would I get food poisoning if I ate that?”
“I don’t exactly know.”
If I was able to travel back in time, I would come back here and slap myself in the face and just say, “No! Stop it Maximus! Don’t eat that apple, you’re going to die!” and then I’d probably end up eating it too.
The apple had this glow that utterly attracted me toward it. I tried my hardest to resist it. With Leah watching me, I knew I wouldn’t be able to take it. I insisted on leaving, but she wanted me to stay and rest. It was her doctor’s instinct and such. She didn’t want to see me on the ground in the middle of the forest again.
That was when my bad luck appeared to bite me in the butt. Leah left the house for a search for mushrooms so she could make some stew. She trusted me enough to leave me alone. It was either that or she didn’t care if I trashed her house. Either way, I was alone. This was in the evening. During the day, I went around with Leah to villages where I was able to see her at work. People called her a miracle since she was able to cure somebody of blindness. It was incredible indeed. Although that thought was completely erased when I caught the glowing apple in the corner of my sight. I gulped, getting a bit hungry. I didn’t understand why I wanted to eat that apple.
I did my best, as usual, to keep myself away. I would’ve been safe, but five minutes before Leah returned. I lost control. I stood up and walked away from the couch and toward the golden apple on the counter. I heaved a sigh, knowing of the consequences. I grabbed the apple and took a bite. The taste was horrendous. I gagged and coughed at the bitterness. Looking inside of the apple, it was really fresh, so why was it so bitter? Must be the skin.
The door creaked opened and the sound of a basket dropping noted that I was knee deep in a storm of trouble. I slowly turned to Leah, who couldn’t keep the anger within her contained. She gritted her teeth, forming two furious fists. Before anybody say anything, I would like to say that it was Leah’s fault for keeping it out in the open.
She stomped her way toward me, grabbing me my the collar and quiet said, “What have you done?”
With strength I never knew she had, she flung me to the other side of the house. The funny thing was this: It didn’t hurt. I got back on my feet, noticing the golden apple had shriveled up and died. I scratched my head, saying, “That’s weird, I can’t feel anything.”
Leah tilted her head a bit, comprehending the effect of the apple. She grabbed a knife from her kitchen and ambled to me once more. She told me, “Hold on to the edge.”
I was a bit hesitant, although I was guessing that she was going to stab me if I didn’t follow her orders. So I did what she wanted and wrapped my fingers around the sharp rim. Not waiting, she tugged it back, cutting my fingers. I barely flinched, muttering, “Ow…”
My reaction wasn’t exactly corresponding to my wound. I was bleeding heavily, yet the only pain I felt was a small sting of a bee. She examined both my reaction and my wound, sighing. “So that was the effect…”
She seized my cut fingers, squeezing it, hoping that it would cause some pain. Didn’t do that much, although there was that stare again. “I hope you’re ready to pay for what you’ve done.”
I gulped, understanding my position. I owed an unpayable debt toward my savior. I didn’t have the brightest mind back then.
Chapter 1 [Preview]
Any admiration I had left of Leah from the first day was painfully drained over the past three years. She was never letting me go, I swore to you. The witch declared that I was to be her servant for the next seven years—the same length as how much it took her to create the golden apple. Four more years to go and I would be free of her grasps. Hopefully, I would never see the her ever again.
I'm only going to write at least a minimum of three pages per chapter. At least. I don't want to write more than six so yeah. Also, because I'm limited to three pages, I may skip a few description here and there.
Here is yet another character. I have this thing there I tend to make a lot of main characters. Well, he probably isn't going to be a main character since I always like to balance things out. There should be another male and female main character coming your way soon in some chapters.
In order to save my energy, I slept until night time. I was to awaken when the sun was gone, and I didn’t trust Leah to wake me up.
An Enderman was difficult to find during the night. They had to be the fact that it was covered in black. I might be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of them, and they’ll end up following me because of it. Purple particle fell from their body and that was another way to find them. They made a little noise whenever somebody got close to them. And then their eyes glowed in the dark. Alright, it was kind of easy to locate one.
It was night time when I woke up. I equipped my leather armor and got a little tear on the shoulder. Crap. It didn’t matter, just a little tear. It wasn’t like it was going to screw me over, right? Maybe I should fix it. Although there was no time for that!
Grabbing my iron sword, I put it in my sheath which I tied around my hips, and left the house. When I closed the door, I heard, “Good luck!” from Leah.
Witch…
Bracing for myself for what was to come, I gritted my teeth as I wandered around the forest. I avoided battle from any mobs that I encountered. It didn’t help by the fact that they kept on moaning throughout the night, so it was hard for me to spot a noise from an Enderman. Took me at least an hour or so until I saw purple particle appearing in my sight. That was when I caught a glimpse of an Enderman.
And goodness, the tales were true.
Endermen wasn’t common until this time. They suddenly appeared out of nowhere and they were here to stay. People said not to look at them or else you’ll be hunted down until either you or the Enderman was dead. The people of the Overworld found that scary—the Enderman chasing you and all—but what was terrifying was when you caught them in your sight. They were black all the way down to their feet, their eyes glowing white. Slim figure, no hair anywhere, and legs incredibly long. This one was sitting down, picking of the grass from the soil.
Even though I was hiding, just me laying my eyes on it made it jerked it’s head right at my position. It freaked me now for I had never encountered an Enderman before. They said the best thing to avoid an Enderman was to have a small sized house where they couldn’t teleport in. Oh, yeah, they could teleport. That was the one thing that made my spine tingled. They had the ability to move to one place in a snap. If only I could do that. It’d be so much better than hopping down flat platforms of mountains and swimming up waterfalls.
That wasn’t the point. I tripped over myself in surprise. Laying on the grassy ground, I got back on my feet in order to see if the Enderman was there. Unfortunately, I wasn’t staring at it long enough. I called it an “it” because Enderman didn’t really have a gender, even if its name was Enderman. Besides, mobs don’t deserve to be called he or she. They’re not human. But back to where I was, I began to panic.
The Enderman could be anywhere. I was afraid, especially when it was a bit too dark for me to see clearly. I would light a torch, but it would be too risky for me. Attracting more mobs were the last thing I wanted to do. Now, the other fact about an Enderman was that if I stared at it without being distracted (or blinking), then it would do the same to me. That would give me a chance to attack. Possibly. I hoped so.
A first attack came from the Enderman. It appeared right behind me and knocked me back down on the dirt. When I turned around, it was gone. With an exhalation, I stood up and nervously scanned the area for the creature. Spinning around slowly, but surely, I searched for it. Where are you, Enderman? My sword was out, and was ready for anything.
Second one. This time it had decided to show up right in front of me. The sudden appearance made me flabbergasted, but I couldn’t break my concentration right now. I glared into its blank eyes. The Enderman had its arm pulled back and was about to punch me until it was pulled into a staring contest. Okay, whatever you do, Maximus, don’t blink. Slowly approaching it, the creature frozen, another breath was blown out.
“Arrghh!” I cried.
Swinging my sword right across its body, cutting the Enderman in half, I accomplished my first objective. The body disintegrated, leaving two little green pearls. I supposed they were the Ender Pearls. Picking them both up, I remembered Leah’s list. She wanted sixty-four of these pearls. Goddamnit!
†
The sun quickly rose like it was in a rush. Unfortunately, that meant my hunt was over. I couldn’t find that much Enderman around and all I got was twenty-seven Ender Pearls. Another night or two would be enough. I might find some extra from the ones that died from the light or in water. Too bad I was tired and I just wanted to go back home and sleep the pain away.
You know how I said my leather armor had a tear on one of my shoulders? Well, one of the Enderman that I fought was an aggressive one. I couldn’t kill it in one hit like my first. In fact, it got mad that I injured it. My goodness, an Enderman with its mouth opened would haunt me until my next life. And guessed what? It bit me right where I was vulnerable. My shoulder! Now not only I was fatigued, I was also bleeding to death. This Enderman wasn’t the last that I fought, somewhere around the fifth or so. Even ‘till now, the bleeding wasn’t stopping. I was getting dizzy. I hoped I was able to reach my house before I passed out.
If I was going to die, at least let me die in my house.
Wait what? 27 Ender Pearls? I only get 2 per night, if i'm lucky, 8.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
GENERATION 25: The first time you see this, copy it into your sig on any forum and add 1 to the generation.
Wait what? 27 Ender Pearls? I only get 2 per night, if i'm lucky, 8.
Hahah
I'm not really following the gameplay of Minecraft xD (I haven't played Minecraft in like... a month, so I wouldn't know what the spawn and drop rate of an Enderman). Or maybe Maximus brought all the Enderman to the yard with his milkshake.
Genius.
Not your typical 'waking up of nowhere and have to start surviving' type of stories. I like it.
But I felt there are some flaws here and there. Just keep improving, add more descriptive words to explain the story further.
Genius.
Not your typical 'waking up of nowhere and have to start surviving' type of stories. I like it.
But I felt there are some flaws here and there. Just keep improving, add more descriptive words to explain the story further.
Thank you very much <3
Yeah, I know there are flaws. I mean, you can never ever write a good first draft. Well, if you can, then you are probably a genius.
Ah, going to write one soon? That's very good. Fanfiction is what got me into writing, even if I kind of not want to talk about those days >.>
I will get chapter 6 up because I realized I already made it xP
I see your point, and thanks for... pointing it out for me .o. lol
And thanks again for the complement. I haven't written this in a month or two due to me wanting to finish writing my other stories. Though I will begin writing this again as an offside thing.
---
Alright, I promise myself to finish up chapter 7, but I noticed that I finished chapter 6 already but haven't really uploaded it here. So here it is!
---
Oh my goodness! Another goddamn character xD
My [too main characters] syndrome is going haywire! Anyways, Maximus is head off to the nether in search for some blaze powder. Is this going to be a successful gathering? *coughs*
Ah, going to write one soon? That's very good. Fanfiction is what got me into writing, even if I kind of not want to talk about those days >.>
I will get chapter 6 up because I realized I already made it xP
I see your point, and thanks for... pointing it out for me .o. lol
And thanks again for the complement. I haven't written this in a month or two due to me wanting to finish writing my other stories. Though I will begin writing this again as an offside thing.
---
Alright, I promise myself to finish up chapter 7, but I noticed that I finished chapter 6 already but haven't really uploaded it here. So here it is!
Chapter 6
About a three days passed after a few more near death moments. I finally got myself a stack of ender pearls. I offered them to her like a sacrificial ritual, and she complimented me for my hard work. By the way, I was expecting it to take two more days but it ended up being three. Why, if you must ask. It was because Leah blew up my roof with one of her experiments. I had to spend the entire day chopping down trees and rebuilding my house while Leah just loaf around in my house. By the time night came, I was way too tired for a hunt.
“Alright, now, all you have to do is get a stack of blaze powder.”
I was about to head off to wherever I needed to be at, until… “I don’t know how to get to the Nether. I’ve never been to the Nether before.”
“Oh, that’s easy. Just get a couple… well, at least a dozen of obsidian. Place them in a shape of a standing rectangle and lit it up with a flint and stone. Just don’t get caught by the guards around here or else they’ll think that you’re trying to summon demons to the Overworld. If you do get arrested, I’m not going to be there to save you. And for all I care, they’ll probably kill you.”
“So you’re telling me that I have to make a portal somewhere that the guards wouldn’t find me and kill me?”
“You have to keep it well hidden too, if they see it, they’ll destroy it and you won’t probably be able to go back home. Or at least at the exact position.”
“I have a bad feeling about this,” he muttered to himself. “How am I supposed to get obsidian?”
“It’s a strong type of rock, so you can always buy it at a certain price, although I doubt anybody here has obsidian. The best you can do is mine for some in a deep cave where there are lava around. Just make sure to bring a water bucket.”
“Now not only I have to get blaze powder, I have to gather at least a dozen obsidian and risk my life making a gate to the Nether?”
She nodded. “Yep. Oh, and you need a diamond pickaxe.”
“Argh. I don’t mine, I don’t even have a pickaxe.”
“Well, you better start now or find one of those miners and help them out.”
Ah, yes, the Mining Association. They were a group who gave out jobs for miners, and some of them went on a dangerous route so they would end up hiring a backup for them to mine safely. The protector would gain at least thirty percent of the shares. I knew of somebody who had this position.
Although he might be a bit crazy in the head for he hadn’t had fresh air in a while. Markus was his name, and he was the best out there. The only problem was that he lived within the deepest part of the cave. It was called the Abandoned Mine, and from the name, you could probably guess. The village, or rather, the Miner Association declared that the cave was stripped of its resources. Off to a new cave they went.
But Markus stayed. He believed there was more to be found, and I hadn’t heard from him since. I hoped he wasn’t dead. Then I remembered, not even a creeper could stop him. Markus was one of those guys who wore a diamond armor. He was a successful fellow. Crazy, but successful.
Heading to the Abandoned Mine, there was a sign that said, “Keep out!” Although nobody really listened to it. And thus it was why the Abandoned Mine was one of the most dangerous spot. I didn’t know why they put it like that, but ever since that announcement about the place, a lot more people came in order to train. Mostly warriors. Untrained dumb ones.
Stepping over the sign, I grabbed the nearest lit up torch hanging about on the stone walls. Making my way through the cave, it was pretty linear, bringing me downward. Then it decided to trick me and split into five different ways. Goodness. Which way should I go? Maybe I should follow the sound of a man yelling, “Get outta here, ya muckracker!”
That was probably Markus, although I didn’t know who he was shouting at. I knew what he was talking about when I heard an explosion. The light to the northwest indicated his position. Rushing toward his direction, I almost tripped myself climbing down. I drew out my sword and found Markus defeating at least a dozen mobs. He blew out a heavy breath, holding on to his diamond sword. He stared at me, like his mind was sorting through his memories in order to find out who I was.
A few minutes later, he spread out his arms and exclaimed, “Maximus!”
“Markus,” I greeted him. “How are you?”
He appeared to be fine, if you minus those cuts he had all over his body. He wasn’t wearing his usual diamond armor, they probably broke after so much abuse. Markus had a beard that grew on his face and made him look about fifty years old even though he was only a year younger than I was. The man looked stressed out with all that unusual gray hair. A friend whom I hadn’t seen in a year, it was good to see his face.
There was a pickaxe on his back made of solid diamond. He sniffed and rushed toward me, hugging me tightly. Ah, did I mention that he was loved to hug people? My goodness, he smelled! I pushed him away from me, trying to get that repulsive smell away from me. “You need to take a bath, Markus.”
“Ahahah,” he laughed.
“I need your help,” I said. “At least a dozen or so of obsidian.”
“Those wretched stone? Bah! I’ve a hunch of ‘em in me chest. Didn’t know what’a do with ‘em. Why’cha need it for?”
“Things you don’t want to be involved in. And why are you talking like that?”
“This is my crazy bearded man talk. I use it to scare away the folks who come to explore. And the Miner Association stopped bothering me because they thought I’d gone crazy.”
“Ah.”
“About the obsidian, are you making a portal?”
“Unfortunately, yes.” I sighed.
“Count me in on it!” he exclaimed. “They said there are a lot of precious stone over there. I want to check it out.”
“You do know that you might be killed, and possibly be lost if they decided to destroy the portal?”
“Please! I’ve stayed in this cave for a year and fought every creeper in my way. I think I can handle it.”
“Ah, alright. You got a flint and steel, by the way?”
“Indeed I do. Man you’ve come unprepared.”
“The items, yes. The equipments, no. I’m quite prepared for what’s to come.”
“Then let us get building!”
Leah gave me a sketch of watch the portal should look like, plus a few drawings of the mobs from the Nether. We followed the picture and built a four by three portal. We both sighed, and I let Markus have the honor of lighting it up. A small fire burned on the obsidian, and in the blink of an eye, the portal was activated. It made these weird noises and purple particles either flew in and out.
The portal was deep in the cave and nobody dared to enter this part. It should be safe. Probably.
We looked at each other and nodded before we entered.
Oh my goodness! Another goddamn character xD
My [too main characters] syndrome is going haywire! Anyways, Maximus is head off to the nether in search for some blaze powder. Is this going to be a successful gathering? *coughs*
Yes, I actually did write a fanfiction. Look at my signature to read it.
Hey folks, it's winter break for me (and possibly you). Happy holidays (well, not yet)! I finally got the inspiration to start writing the next chapter, so I hope chapter 7 will come out soon! <3
Wow, I made two mistakes on flint and iron (kept on calling them [flint and stone] and [flint and steel]). How come nobody notices that? .-.
Oh, well, I fixed it anyhow.
I got bored, didn't know what to write next, so hey, might as well make a minecraft story.
Shameless Plug is Shameless
I've started a Let's Play Series with my buddy, Bryan. I'd appreciate it if you come and watch and give me feedbacks ;]
Summary
The king has put up a reward: Kill the Enderdragon and retrieve the Ender egg. Whoever brings it will be rewarded with whatever they want. Enter Maximus, a boy who lives up in the mountain near the kingdom. He doesn't care about the reward, especially when it is just a myth. The only problem is that Leah, the nomadic alchemist (and witch doctor), has her eyes on that egg. Unfortunately, Maximus owes a massive debt to Leah and he is forced to kill the Enderdragon.
Prologue
I lived in a small village—not the current one I was in—with strict and unreasonable rules. Let me give you a few examples:
- You can’t stay out at night if you are a child or a woman. If you are a man, you must not travel alone.
- The words of your elder is final. You cannot talk back to your elder, else you’ll be whipped.
- If your child is convicted of stealing, lying, or any bad deeds, they will be whipped. If they have done more than three bad deeds, they will be sent to the solitary dungeon.
- Stealing is criminal. If you are child, you will be whipped. If you are an adult, the first penalty will be jailed for three weeks without any food. The second is being stoned to death.
- If you suspect your wife of having an affair with another man, you are able to bring her to justice and execute her in the public.
My father was the chief, so I was usually allowed to break the rules once in a while. Though that was back when I was a child. Now that I was a full pledge adult (having taken part of the ceremony), I didn’t have much of a free roam. In my adult years, I realized the terrifying reality of being in this village. I wasn’t able to do anything without getting in trouble. The chief wasn’t afraid nor did he care that I was his son, to lock me up in the dungeon. It made me wish for my childhood back. Although that would never happen. Three years later, when I reached the age of twenty-one, I made an unregrettable decision.Running away was my only freedom.
So I did just that. I remembered being extremely foolish. Never once had I planned anything. Where would I go? Did I have enough gold with me? How could I escape? The only thing that crossed my mind was the port city, Rivalis. If I snuck inside their ships, I would be able to travel to a whole new continent. To start my life anew.
I wouldn’t want to bore you with the next content because I did exactly that. I got into the cargo section of the ship and traveled to the continent of Wyrela. Out of the ship, I was in Rivalis’ sibling city, Ravilas. It was a bit funny, I’d admit. I easily found myself a job, but I had not home. There was a recruitment of miners. I wasn’t exactly a labor worker since back in my village, I was more of the hunter. Or did being a hunter considered as a labor worker? Well, anyway, I had no experience.
The people didn’t seem to mind. They must be extremely desperate. They offered me a room within the mine with the other workers. I accepted without a second thought. I wasn’t exactly the brightest person out there. The job was unreasonable. I supposed I had a case of bad luck. The cave was far away from Ravilas and was surrounded by a forest.
A twelve hour shift of tiring mining, barely any gold was given, and the condition of the rooms was terrifying. I feared for my life every single second I stayed inside that cave. Many people died because of the monsters that lurked inside and the constant explosions. The only reason why I survived was because of my sharp senses that was refined over the years of hunting.
I stayed there for at least three weeks, after I finally got my meal. I was planning on the leaving, but the problem was that they didn’t want me to leave. Not because I was one of their best, but because they were afraid I would report the guards of their illegal activities. Oh, yeah, apparently it was illegal. There were many who attempted to flee, though they were easily hunted down by trained dogs. I wasn’t taking my chances of being caught.
At night, I slipped opened the metal locked door through a simple method. I built a button that registered to the door’s redstone activity. It made a loud noise, alerting some of the nearby guards. I darted out and made my way to the only exit of the cave. The cave was dark and it gave me a vantage point. Being stuck in a prison without any light source most of my young adulthood made it easier for me to see in the dark. While the guards hurriedly checked my cell, I fled. It wasn’t long until they realized I escaped and threw the dogs after me. Like I said, I wasn’t taking the chances of being caught by these dogs. I ran as fast as I could.
When I was a finally out of breath, I stopped in the middle of the chase. Though it wasn’t much of a chase anymore since I could barely hear anything. No dogs barking, nobody shouting about how I was going to regret my actions. That problem was gone, the next was how my body was reacting. I overworked, using too much energy that wasn’t there. For three weeks, I only ate once. I had gone at least five weeks without eating once, although to run on an empty stomach wasn’t the best idea. My mind was groggy and it throbbed like mad. A rising feeling came from my stomach as I threw up what I ate a few hours ago, which was barely anything. Then my knees went weak and I stumbled to the ground. I pushed myself away from my own barf, not wanting to fall on the puddle. My visions was blurry, my eyelids were heavy, and the constant pain wasn’t planning on leaving any time soon.
I shut my eyes… and hoped for the best. Knowing me, it was probably not going to be what I expected.
The next morning, the sound of water boiling was what woke me up. Unlike the grassy ground or the steel bed, I awoke in a soft bed that I hadn’t experienced in a while. It was comfortable and it made me not want to get up. Although staring at the ceiling for a good minute made me realize something. Where am I? That question in mind, I sat up immediately, and had a good look around. It appeared to be a bedroom, no decoration in particular. Though it was made out of birch.
The door opened, revealing a woman in white. She had on a white overall that covered her from head to toe. It was a bit disturbing for some reason, but that was quickly shattered when she removed her hood. The woman let down her hair—a beautiful scarlet color—that went all the way down to her lower back. What was most fascinating about her was her eyes. It was clouded, but there were at least three rings surrounding her pupils. She had this stare that could see right through me and that was scary. I blew out a breath, unable to move. We had a good stare until my stomach gave up and growled.
That broke her rather intimidating stare. She chuckled, saying, “I supposed you’re hungry. Come. I’ll fix up a meal for you.”
Her words easily caught me as I hopped off of the bed. Realizing that I was only wearing my boxers, I questioned, “You took off my clothes?”
“It was dirty, so I washed it. You can find it over there.” She pointed at my clothes sitting on a wooden chair. “Come out when you’re dressed.”
With the door closed, I sighed. Walking over to my clothes, which had a cherry scented smell on them, I put them on with ease. It was nice wearing something that wasn’t covered in dirt. Leaving the bedroom, I found the source of the boiling water. It was a brewing stand and I saw potions in the making. This was a relatively small house, though I didn't mind.
The brewing stand was on the counter in the kitchen. I saw the woman cracking some eggs and cooking them with ease. The next, she pulled out a few venison from the chest near her. I was almost drooling at this point. The aroma of this was unbearable! I could eat the meat raw. Then again, stomach pain wasn’t in my list for today.
She glanced at me, telling me to take a seat. I wandered over to the dining table and sat down. I was a bit nervous, seeing that this was one of the first time I had ever seen somebody with such bright hair. More than that, she acted completely different from the women from my village. She wasn’t exactly bashful like they were. Her eyes were frightening and she could probably stand up for herself unlike the people back in my village. It was… nice.
When she was done, putting everything on a plate, she walked to the table and placed it down along with a few silverware. I thanked her, not hesitating to dig right in. She went ahead and sat on the chair in front of me, watching me carefully. I didn’t mind the stares, if it wasn’t from her. Not wanting to have this awkward breakfast, I asked for her name.
“Leah,” she replied. “What of your’s?”
“Maximus.”
Her brow raised, almost in surprise and curiosity. “Hm… so what is the chief’s son of the Terrance village doing in the forest alone and unconscious?”
I dropped my fork, my mouth agape. “What?”
“It appears I need to explain,” she said. “I travel all of Overworld and when I was at Terrance not long ago, I heard some gossip about a boy named Maximus. I didn’t exactly have an image at the time and I’m just assuming. Although my assumption is correct, yes?”
“Yeah… you’re correct. I’m a bit more surprised on how you even got inside.”
“Nobody would want to deny a visit from a witch doctor. Though I can see the reason why you ran away from your home.”
I picked up my fork and resumed eating. “Well, I’m just glad you’re not going to take me back there.”
“Hmph. I wouldn’t want to go back to that misogynistic village anyway.”
I was relieved and a few bites away from finishing my meal. After I was done, I stood up for a few stretches. I was almost back to my full strength. Still a bit weak at the knees, but Leah offered me a few medicines. I drank them down without hesitation, having another look around her house.
Then… there was the source of my problem. The reason of my adventure. A golden apple sat on the counter beside the brewing stand. I blinked multiple times as if it would erase the golden apple from my vision. Yea, it was still there. I pointed at the apple and asked, “Why is that apple golden?”
She took a glimpse at it and answered, “Many years of work on that. I finally got the correct ingredients and made that. It’s a thing of beauty.”
“Can you eat that?”
“Of course not!” she growled. “All my hard work will be to no avail if it was to be eaten immediately after. I’m trying to see if this apple can stay in that condition forever or not.”
“Would I get food poisoning if I ate that?”
“I don’t exactly know.”
If I was able to travel back in time, I would come back here and slap myself in the face and just say, “No! Stop it Maximus! Don’t eat that apple, you’re going to die!” and then I’d probably end up eating it too.
The apple had this glow that utterly attracted me toward it. I tried my hardest to resist it. With Leah watching me, I knew I wouldn’t be able to take it. I insisted on leaving, but she wanted me to stay and rest. It was her doctor’s instinct and such. She didn’t want to see me on the ground in the middle of the forest again.
That was when my bad luck appeared to bite me in the butt. Leah left the house for a search for mushrooms so she could make some stew. She trusted me enough to leave me alone. It was either that or she didn’t care if I trashed her house. Either way, I was alone. This was in the evening. During the day, I went around with Leah to villages where I was able to see her at work. People called her a miracle since she was able to cure somebody of blindness. It was incredible indeed. Although that thought was completely erased when I caught the glowing apple in the corner of my sight. I gulped, getting a bit hungry. I didn’t understand why I wanted to eat that apple.
I did my best, as usual, to keep myself away. I would’ve been safe, but five minutes before Leah returned. I lost control. I stood up and walked away from the couch and toward the golden apple on the counter. I heaved a sigh, knowing of the consequences. I grabbed the apple and took a bite. The taste was horrendous. I gagged and coughed at the bitterness. Looking inside of the apple, it was really fresh, so why was it so bitter? Must be the skin.
The door creaked opened and the sound of a basket dropping noted that I was knee deep in a storm of trouble. I slowly turned to Leah, who couldn’t keep the anger within her contained. She gritted her teeth, forming two furious fists. Before anybody say anything, I would like to say that it was Leah’s fault for keeping it out in the open.
She stomped her way toward me, grabbing me my the collar and quiet said, “What have you done?”
With strength I never knew she had, she flung me to the other side of the house. The funny thing was this: It didn’t hurt. I got back on my feet, noticing the golden apple had shriveled up and died. I scratched my head, saying, “That’s weird, I can’t feel anything.”
Leah tilted her head a bit, comprehending the effect of the apple. She grabbed a knife from her kitchen and ambled to me once more. She told me, “Hold on to the edge.”
I was a bit hesitant, although I was guessing that she was going to stab me if I didn’t follow her orders. So I did what she wanted and wrapped my fingers around the sharp rim. Not waiting, she tugged it back, cutting my fingers. I barely flinched, muttering, “Ow…”
My reaction wasn’t exactly corresponding to my wound. I was bleeding heavily, yet the only pain I felt was a small sting of a bee. She examined both my reaction and my wound, sighing. “So that was the effect…”
She seized my cut fingers, squeezing it, hoping that it would cause some pain. Didn’t do that much, although there was that stare again. “I hope you’re ready to pay for what you’ve done.”
I gulped, understanding my position. I owed an unpayable debt toward my savior. I didn’t have the brightest mind back then.
Chapter 1 [Preview]
I'm only going to write at least a minimum of three pages per chapter. At least. I don't want to write more than six so yeah. Also, because I'm limited to three pages, I may skip a few description here and there.
Hahah, thanks :3 I'll try to finish the fourth one as soon as possible.
Haha ;D thanks. Been writing one of my original story. Haven't had time writing this one. Although I'll make sure I give some time to this story xD
Wait what? 27 Ender Pearls? I only get 2 per night, if i'm lucky, 8.
Hahah
I'm not really following the gameplay of Minecraft xD (I haven't played Minecraft in like... a month, so I wouldn't know what the spawn and drop rate of an Enderman). Or maybe Maximus brought all the Enderman to the yard with his milkshake.
Not your typical 'waking up of nowhere and have to start surviving' type of stories. I like it.
But I felt there are some flaws here and there. Just keep improving, add more descriptive words to explain the story further.
Thank you very much <3
Yeah, I know there are flaws. I mean, you can never ever write a good first draft. Well, if you can, then you are probably a genius.
Ah, going to write one soon? That's very good. Fanfiction is what got me into writing, even if I kind of not want to talk about those days >.>
I will get chapter 6 up because I realized I already made it xP
I see your point, and thanks for... pointing it out for me .o. lol
And thanks again for the complement. I haven't written this in a month or two due to me wanting to finish writing my other stories. Though I will begin writing this again as an offside thing.
---
Alright, I promise myself to finish up chapter 7, but I noticed that I finished chapter 6 already but haven't really uploaded it here. So here it is!
---
Oh my goodness! Another goddamn character xD
My [too main characters] syndrome is going haywire! Anyways, Maximus is head off to the nether in search for some blaze powder. Is this going to be a successful gathering? *coughs*
Yes, I actually did write a fanfiction. Look at my signature to read it.
Also, I do not follow your logic. Lol.
Oh, well, I fixed it anyhow.