Introduction: Hi guys, welcome to my Fanfic! I am not really sure what else to say, so let's move on!
Background: I plan this to be my first fully fledged Minecraft Fanfic. With your support, I will try my best to continue this to the very end. Note: I HATE to half-ass my work!
The Story: I got my idea for this story while setting up my PvP/Factions server (which should be running within a month or two now). I have thought of various ideas to implement nearly every aspect of Minecraft, as well as others (such as romance/more realistic descriptions/etc.)
Conclusion: Thanks for reading--I really appreciate ALL comments/constructive criticism! I make mistakes (a lot of them), so please let me know if you catch something, or have advice on how I can improve my story/writing style!
Chapter 1
Alex led a fairly boring life—or so he thought. On the weekdays he would leave for school early in the morning, and help his father chop lumber in the evenings. On weekends he would spend most of his time on his homework and studying. He was a smart kid, and his parents were set on him becoming a redstone engineer.
Alex, however, had no specific plans for his life. Excluding his grades, he was an average looking kid, with average hobbies and pastimes. He just didn’t seem to have any goals or objectives, or anything that really interested him. For these reasons he just went along with what his parents said and aimed to become an engineer.
“Done,” Alex said out loud, putting down his pencil, and stretching his back. It was only 6 pm, but he had finished all his homework for the day.
He let out a big sigh, and got out of his chair. Alex exited the small wooden house and decided to take a stroll around town—something he didn’t do very often.
“My man, Alex!” shouted a familiar voice.
Alex turned around to see a tall boy who was probably a year older than him.
“Hi John,” Alex replied, rather quietly. John was in the same engineering class as Alex, but the two rarely talked much. In fact, Alex rarely talked with anyone in his classes, yet most people seemed to like him anyways.
“So what are you up to? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you outside before,” questioned John, who was now walking next to Alex.
“Just taking a walk, I finished all my homework,” Alex replied, trying to sound normal. Even though he was a quiet kid without many friends, he secretly enjoyed it when others talked to him—especially the more “popular” kids like John.
“That’s cool… you should go out more often though, you study too much,” John said, smiling. “Oh, but then again, we wouldn’t want your grades dropping now would we Mr. Valedictorian?” he joked.
Alex let out a small laugh, but didn’t say anything.
“Well anyways, I’ll catch you later, I should probably start on that homework myself,” John laughed.
“Alright, see you tomorrow.”
Alex was then alone again, but he didn’t mind. He walked around the village for a few more minutes, and then decided to head back before nightfall. A few weeks earlier a spider managed to climb over the poorly built village walls. Luckily it didn’t kill anyone, but it did nearly give an old couple a heart attack.
Just then Alex heard what sounded like a woman’s cry from not too far away. First, he stood still, listening for additional noises, but after a few moments passed he dismissed the cry and kept moving forward.
He stopped briefly at the bakery to smell the bread. His family was poor and Alex hadn’t had much to eat in the past few days. The scent made his mouth water. If only I had some money! He thought. But Alex kept walking, well aware that there was no way for him to make any money in his current state. He had to complete high school and fulfill his parents’ hopes of him becoming an engineer first.
Again, he heard a cry; this time from closer. The sun was setting fast, but he had a feeling something wasn’t right. Some peeked out of their windows, or walked outside their homes to see if something had gone wrong, but nothing seemed to be out of place.
By the third cry—and this wasn’t any ordinary yell—the village knew something was wrong. Even before the men could grab their crude wooden swords and axes, a cannon could be heard from afar…then a loud explosion.
“Attackers! Attackers! They are trying to cannon down the walls!” yelled a man. Whether for better or for worse, due to the village’s tiny size, the man’s voice could be heard by nearly everyone.
It wasn’t long before the entire village was in panic. Women locked their doors and comforted their children, while the men ran around aimlessly with their weapons. It was not certain weather they were looking for the threat, or trying to escape from it.
Alex simply stood his ground, his hand on his forehead. He calmly took account of the situation. He listened to the shouting of those around him, and the clashing of the explosives on wood.
If there was one thing Alex was good at, it was calmly thinking out situations and coming up with solutions—the perfect traits of an engineer. Even so, providing he had never been under an attack or siege before, he was surprised at his own calmness.
Alex quickly decided to get to his family before deciding any further plans. He ran behind the neat row of village houses in order to stay out of the intruders’ sight. It had only been a minute or so, but the sun had already set. This made the damage of the village clearly visible.
The majority of the fragile wooden houses had been lit on fire, or destroyed by the cannon. Alex bet that the main gate had been sealed off as well so no one could escape.
No, no, no! He thought to himself, while praying for his family’s safety.
It wasn’t long before Alex reached his home, but it was easily apparent that he had been too late. The wooden door had been broken clean in half, and was laying outside in the yard. The rest of the house was already on fire.
Alex slumped to the ground, pounding on the hard soil with his fists. Why is this happening? He questioned himself. What did we do to deserve this?
Before he could do anything more, he felt a large hand grab his arm, and pull him off the ground. At first he tried to fight back, but discouraged by the iron grip of his foe, he quickly gave up, thinking it would be better to simply die. He couldn’t bear to find out what had happened to his beloved mother and father.
The rest of the night was a blur. Alex remembered being thrown across someone’s back, and carried somewhere. After that, he couldn’t tell what was going on; nor did he want to.
Chapter 2
Alex woke up. Or more accurately, he was woken up.
“Good morning, kid,” said a hoarse, unfamiliar voice.
Alex slowly opened his eyes, still unaware of his situation. Instinctively, he placed his hand in front of his face to shield his eyes from the bright sunlight shining through the window. He rolled over in his bed, stretching his arms, and taking a deep breath. Wait, bed?
Alex shot straight up and on to his feet. Directly in front of him stood a large cloaked figure. The man was at least 6 feet tall, and had a large scabbard strapped to his back. His big, muscular figure told Alex that the sword was probably not for show.
“Calm down, I am not your enemy,” said the man, in a monotone voice.
“My village… why?” Alex stuttered. He backed away from the man slowly, closely eyeing the sword that hung from his back.
“Yes, your village was destroyed. I am not your enemy, I saved you from the attackers,” the man repeated, in a calm voice.
“What about the others? What about my family?” Alex asked, partially ignoring the cloaked man.
“Killed. All of them. Well, I couldn’t find any survivors at least,” he said, starting to sound slightly annoyed.
Alex suddenly felt sick to his stomach. He wasn’t sure what to believe. Could this man be telling the truth? What if they were actually gone?
“I am sorry for your loss,” added the man eventually, starting to pity Alex.
Alex crumpled, knees first, onto the wooden floor. He wasn’t sure whether he was angry or sad. He simply wept into his hands, not showing any effort to stay strong. The man decided to let him be, and left the room.
...
After a few hours, Alex calmed himself down and sat down on the bed. Alex often acted cold towards his parents, and rarely talked much around them. Even so, he loved them more than anything. His generally quiet nature was just how he was.
“So, how long do you plan on staying here,” said the mysterious man from before, interrupting Alex’s thoughts.
Alex jumped up from the bed again. He had completely forgotten about the man, and couldn’t even hear him come back into the room.
“Sorry, um, please don’t hurt me,” Alex replied, trying not to sound afraid. He had definitely calmed down, but he still had no idea where he was or who he was with.
“I already told you, I am not going to hurt you. If I wanted to kill you, I could have done it hours ago,” sighed the man.
“Right, sorry, I’ll leave,” Alex blurted.
“Leave where? Your home is gone,”
“I’ll find a nearby town.”
“We are completely isolated right now.”
“I will find something.”
“Your home is gone. Your family is gone. You have nothing.”
Alex frowned at the comment about his parents, and became serious again. He completely forgot about the fear he had previously felt, and spoke in a firm voice.
“I will get revenge,” he said without thinking.
“Well, that is certainly more like it. I was sure I had seen something in you back at that village. How would you like to make that dream a reality, boy?”
Alex led a fairly boring life—or so he thought. On the weekdays he would leave for school early in the morning, and help his father chop lumber in the evenings. On weekends he would spend most of his time on his homework and studying. He was a smart kid, and his parents were set on him becoming a redstone engineer.
Alex, however, had no specific plans for his life. Excluding his grades, he was an average looking kid, with average hobbies and pastimes. He just didn’t seem to have any goals or objectives, or anything that really interested him. For these reasons he just went along with what his parents said and aimed to become an engineer.
“Done,” Alex said out loud, putting down his pencil, and stretching his back. It was only 6 pm, but he had finished all his homework for the day.
He let out a big sigh, and got out of his chair. Alex exited the small wooden house and decided to take a stroll around town—something he didn’t do very often.
“My man, Alex!” shouted a familiar voice.
Alex turned around to see a tall boy who was probably a year older than him.
“Hi John,” Alex replied, rather quietly. John was in the same engineering class as Alex, but the two rarely talked much. In fact, Alex rarely talked with anyone in his classes, yet most people seemed to like him anyways.
“So what are you up to? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you outside before,” questioned John, who was now walking next to Alex.
“Just taking a walk, I finished all my homework,” Alex replied, trying to sound normal. Even though he was a quiet kid without many friends, he secretly enjoyed it when others talked to him—especially the more “popular” kids like John.
“That’s cool… you should go out more often though, you study too much,” John said, smiling. “Oh, but then again, we wouldn’t want your grades dropping now would we Mr. Valedictorian?” he joked.
Alex let out a small laugh, but didn’t say anything.
“Well anyways, I’ll catch you later, I should probably start on that homework myself,” John laughed.
“Alright, see you tomorrow.”
Alex was then alone again, but he didn’t mind. He walked around the village for a few more minutes, and then decided to head back before nightfall. A few weeks earlier a spider managed to climb over the poorly built village walls. Luckily it didn’t kill anyone, but it did nearly give an old couple a heart attack.
Just then Alex heard what sounded like a woman’s cry from not too far away. First, he stood still, listening for additional noises, but after a few moments passed he dismissed the cry and kept moving forward.
He stopped briefly at the bakery to smell the bread. His family was poor and Alex hadn’t had much to eat in the past few days. The scent made his mouth water. If only I had some money! He thought. But Alex kept walking, well aware that there was no way for him to make any money in his current state. He had to complete high school and fulfill his parents’ hopes of him becoming an engineer first.
Again, he heard a cry; this time from closer. The sun was setting fast, but he had a feeling something wasn’t right. Some peeked out of their windows, or walked outside their homes to see if something had gone wrong, but nothing seemed to be out of place.
By the third cry—and this wasn’t any ordinary yell—the village knew something was wrong. Even before the men could grab their crude wooden swords and axes, a cannon could be heard from afar…then a loud explosion.
“Attackers! Attackers! They are trying to cannon down the walls!” yelled a man. Whether for better or for worse, due to the village’s tiny size, the man’s voice could be heard by nearly everyone.
It wasn’t long before the entire village was in panic. Women locked their doors and comforted their children, while the men ran around aimlessly with their weapons. It was not certain weather they were looking for the threat, or trying to escape from it.
Alex simply stood his ground, his hand on his forehead. He calmly took account of the situation. He listened to the shouting of those around him, and the clashing of the explosives on wood.
If there was one thing Alex was good at, it was calmly thinking out situations and coming up with solutions—the perfect traits of an engineer. Even so, providing he had never been under an attack or siege before, he was surprised at his own calmness.
Alex quickly decided to get to his family before deciding any further plans. He ran behind the neat row of village houses in order to stay out of the intruders’ sight. It had only been a minute or so, but the sun had already set. This made the damage of the village clearly visible.
The majority of the fragile wooden houses had been lit on fire, or destroyed by the cannon. Alex bet that the main gate had been sealed off as well so no one could escape.
No, no, no! He thought to himself, while praying for his family’s safety.
It wasn’t long before Alex reached his home, but it was easily apparent that he had been too late. The wooden door had been broken clean in half, and was laying outside in the yard. The rest of the house was already on fire.
Alex slumped to the ground, pounding on the hard soil with his fists. Why is this happening? He questioned himself. What did we do to deserve this?
Before he could do anything more, he felt a large hand grab his arm, and pull him off the ground. At first he tried to fight back, but discouraged by the iron grip of his foe, he quickly gave up, thinking it would be better to simply die. He couldn’t bear to find out what had happened to his beloved mother and father.
The rest of the night was a blur. Alex remembered being thrown across someone’s back, and carried somewhere. After that, he couldn’t tell what was going on; nor did he want to.
Alex woke up. Or more accurately, he was woken up.
“Good morning, kid,” said a hoarse, unfamiliar voice.
Alex slowly opened his eyes, still unaware of his situation. Instinctively, he placed his hand in front of his face to shield his eyes from the bright sunlight shining through the window. He rolled over in his bed, stretching his arms, and taking a deep breath. Wait, bed?
Alex shot straight up and on to his feet. Directly in front of him stood a large cloaked figure. The man was at least 6 feet tall, and had a large scabbard strapped to his back. His big, muscular figure told Alex that the sword was probably not for show.
“Calm down, I am not your enemy,” said the man, in a monotone voice.
“My village… why?” Alex stuttered. He backed away from the man slowly, closely eyeing the sword that hung from his back.
“Yes, your village was destroyed. I am not your enemy, I saved you from the attackers,” the man repeated, in a calm voice.
“What about the others? What about my family?” Alex asked, partially ignoring the cloaked man.
“Killed. All of them. Well, I couldn’t find any survivors at least,” he said, starting to sound slightly annoyed.
Alex suddenly felt sick to his stomach. He wasn’t sure what to believe. Could this man be telling the truth? What if they were actually gone?
“I am sorry for your loss,” added the man eventually, starting to pity Alex.
Alex crumpled, knees first, onto the wooden floor. He wasn’t sure whether he was angry or sad. He simply wept into his hands, not showing any effort to stay strong. The man decided to let him be, and left the room.
After a few hours, Alex calmed himself down and sat down on the bed. Alex often acted cold towards his parents, and rarely talked much around them. Even so, he loved them more than anything. His generally quiet nature was just how he was.
“So, how long do you plan on staying here,” said the mysterious man from before, interrupting Alex’s thoughts.
Alex jumped up from the bed again. He had completely forgotten about the man, and couldn’t even hear him come back into the room.
“Sorry, um, please don’t hurt me,” Alex replied, trying not to sound afraid. He had definitely calmed down, but he still had no idea where he was or who he was with.
“I already told you, I am not going to hurt you. If I wanted to kill you, I could have done it hours ago,” sighed the man.
“Right, sorry, I’ll leave,” Alex blurted.
“Leave where? Your home is gone,”
“I’ll find a nearby town.”
“We are completely isolated right now.”
“I will find something.”
“Your home is gone. Your family is gone. You have nothing.”
Alex frowned at the comment about his parents, and became serious again. He completely forgot about the fear he had previously felt, and spoke in a firm voice.
“I will get revenge,” he said without thinking.
“Well, that is certainly more like it. I was sure I had seen something in you back at that village. How would you like to make that dream a reality, boy?”
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