So, here's a minecraft story I'm writing. It's about a girl named Lunar who finds the Fire Tribe and learns their ways. The prologue is about her after she joins the tribe, and the rest of the book is basically her telling the story. :3 Enjoy!
Prologue
I sat on my bed, stroking my pet wolf. I heard a door open off in the distance, and stood up. I walked out of my bedroom, through the hallway, and into my front room. I saw my trainee and his three friends close the door behind them as they bolted into the room, soaking wet from the storm outside.
“Hi, Lunar!” my trainee, Cloud, grinned.
“Can we hear another story?” one of his friends asked.
I sighed. “Sorry, I think I’ve already told you all the stories I know,” I glanced at the four eager expressions as they changed into disappointment.
“ALL of them?” one of Cloud’s friends murmured. For a second, they were all quiet. Then, a boy named Cobblestone spoke up. “Well, can you at least tell us how you got here?”
I looked at him in surprise. “That’s something I’ve not thought of before! And you know…” I smiled, “It is QUITE a story. Well, then! Perhaps I should tell you.”
Their disappointment faded. “Tell us! Tell us!” They chorused.
I sat down and began, the thrill of my old adventures racing through me. “It was a stormy day just like this one when this all started…”
Chapter 1
Lightning ripped through the sky. Thunder rumbled, and in the distance, a wolf howled. Rain pelted me, and I suddenly longed to have shelter. Even in caves, safety was questionable, though. Minecraft could be so beautiful, and yet beneath its grassy hills and desert sand deep, dark caverns full of monsters existed. I traveled from place to place, never leaving behind evidence that I’d lived there. I would build a little dirt house, live there for a while, and then pack up all my stuff and leave. I was, I suppose, what you would call a nomad of sorts.
A sudden moaning snapped me out of my thoughts. Oh no, I thought, zombies spawned in the thunderstorm. Two zombies approached me, grunting as they stumbled through the grass. Fear set my heart on fire. Normally, two zombies would be no match for me. But ever since I had dropped my sword in lava, I had not forged a new weapon. I began to run. I ran until I’d left all the territory that was familiar behind. One zombie continued to chase me, and a skeleton shot me from behind.
Finally, I found a cave. I saw light coming from inside. Must be lava, I thought. I crept carefully into the entrance, until I reached a big room… what I found inside was not lava, but the glow of a carefully-lit fire. Curiosity got the best of me, and I went through one winding hallway after another until I reached a room with a bed in it. My heart soared- people had obviously been here. Then I felt fear. What if they were unfriendly? I went back to the entrance, and found that the rain was pouring even more now, and there was a creeper waiting for someone to come out of the cave. I sighed, knowing it would be useless to leave now. I went back to the room with the bed. Many years of very little sleep made it hard to resist such an offer. I curled up in the soft woolen bed, a luxury I had never been able to afford, and relief flowed through me as sleep took control of my mind.
“You think she’s from another tribe?”
“No, not unless she’s been exiled from it. She’s so thin.”
“What if she’s going to hurt us?”
“How could she hurt us? She doesn’t even have a weapon.”
“What if it’s a trick, and she really has one hidden somewhere?”
“You’re too suspicious!”
I woke up to loud voices, and opened my eyes slowly to find two Minecrafters in front of me. One was about my age, a young boy glaring at me suspiciously. The other was older than me. He was sighing, and patting the young boy on the head. “Greetings. Who are you, and why are you in the Cave of Fire?” the older boy said coolly, narrowing his eyes.
“I-I had to find shelter from the storm,” I stammered.
He nodded, seeming pleased with my answer. “That makes sense.”
Relief flooded over me. “So, who are you?” I asked.
“I’m Iron and this is my trainee, Skeleton,” Iron spoke clearly, “Who are you?”
“I live alone… I always have. I don’t really have a name,” I sighed.
Skeleton glared at me. “No name? That’s suspicious,” he growled.
“Be quiet!” Iron rolled his eyes. “Sorry,” he looked at me apologetically, “Skeleton can be a bit of an annoyance.”
“Oh… that’s okay. So, where is this place?” I glanced at Iron.
“This is the Cave of Fire. It belongs to the Fire Tribe. The Fire Tribe is a little village full of busy, hard-working people. There are many people making up the Tribe… there are workers, guards, trainees, and a leader. I am its leader,” he spoke calmly.
“That’s… amazing,” I breathed.
He looked at me. “Now, ever since Oak… had a creeper mishap…” he choked, “we’ve been missing a trainee. Tell me, would you like to become a trainee of the Tribe?”
And at that moment I knew I’d found my true destiny. “Yes,” I breathed.
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