The sun was high in Minetown as John stretched himself with a big yawn. Last night, he had gotten the most sleep than he had gotten in a long time, so he was feeling pretty good. He stepped out of bed and walked over to the kitchen for some breakfast. In the fridge, he found a nice, juicy cut of uncooked pork waiting for him. He took it out, put it in the furnace to cook, and walked over to the bookshelf to read as he waited for the most important meal of the day.
It was then that a certain book caught John's eye. It was a dusty old book that looked like it must have been written in the first few years of Minecraftian civilization. It was Minecraftian Lore, one of the rarest books in the modern world. John was surprised, as there was only three copies known to have survived the merciless grasp of time.
"Minecraftian Lore, huh?"
John sat down with the ancient tome and opened it up. He read of many fascinating creatures. Dragons, centaurs, hydras, and spiders that were taller than Endermen (which are the tallest neutral mobs, being three blocks tall). What really interested John, though, was the pegasus. The majestic winged horse of Minecraftia.
John knew quite a bit about pegasi, as there were many books written about the mysterious equines. In fact, when he was a child, John saw a dead pegasus in his birth town. A miner had been hunting for cows to bring back to the town when he saw a horse. It was fatally wounded, so it wouldn't have lived much longer on its own. To stop it's suffering, he put it out of its misery by shooting it in the head with his bow. When he got closer, he noticed that this "horse" wasn't really a horse. It had wings, which was not a natural feature for horses to have. The miner abandoned his cow hunt to bring the pegasus back to the town for all to see, and the rest was history.
Soon enough, the savory smell of cooked pork chops wafted through the suite, eniticing John's stomach. He took his breakfast out of the furnace and sat down to eat. As he chewed his meat, he came up with an idea of what he should do that day.
A pegasus hunt. It was perfect! Not only would he get to see a live pegasus in all it's glory, but the blood and feathers of a pegasus were said to be extremely powerful potion ingredients. They were the main ingredients for an immortality potion and an eternal invincibility potion. If I could brew both of those, John thought, I would not only live forever, but it would be impossible for me to take any damage...
That did it. Right away, he began to prepare for his journey. He started by cooking some pork in his furnace. As it cooked, John made some diamond tools and armor, then made his way to his enchanting table to enchant his armor, which he was wearing. He opened his spell book, found the perfect spell, and began the ritual. However, he coughed in the middle of his chant...
"Come, children of the night! Bless me with your everlasting charm of e- (HACK!)quine form. Bring to me the power of my desire," he paused for two seconds to pull out two chicken feathers and place them on his enchanting table.
"Give to me the power of my offering! Stoupat do nebe!"
A blinding flash of light enveloped John as he completed the chant. Brilliant swirls of multicolored light twisted around the miner. He felt searing pain all over his body; as if he was being torn up piece by piece very slowly while boiling in lava. As he screamed, he knew something had gone terribly wrong. Then everything went black.
John's eyelids slowly lifted up to reveal a messy house. There was furniture strewn everywhere, but his enchanting table seemed fine. He tried to get up on his feet, but as soon as he got up, he toppled right back over. He rubbed the sore spot on his head and sat up. As he sat on his messy floor, it slowly dawned on him that something was not right. He lifted a hand up to his face, and what he saw horrified him. his hand wasn't a hand anymore. It was a hoof.
"What the hell?"
He got up on all four of his hooves and raced to the bathroom. He stood in front of the full length mirror and screamed. John Pixylburg was officially a horse. He flattened his ears and backed away, but as he did, he noticed two strange appendages flare open. He gasped at the sight of his wings.
"I'm in deep shit," John said to no one in particular, "Notch help us all..."
John knew that the villagers would not take his transformation into a pony very lightly. They would likely be frightened, and imprison the "monster." Who wouldn't be surprised at the sight of a winged horse?
The miner-pony took another look at himself, but this time he looked at a side view of himself. On his flank, he noticed a strange mark that looked like an enchanting book and a diamond sword. John was perplexed. Horses don't have tattoos on their butts. Curious, the stallion inspected his equine form closely. He had a sepia body that sported a teal mane and hazel eyes.
With a sigh, he sat down on his couch. A distinct rumbling noise came from John's bowels, so he got up to go get some food. He grabbed some steak from his inventory and bit into it. There was only one problem, though. John couldn't chew his steak. He didn't know whether it was his new dull vegan teeth or the meat itself, but life simply would not allow him to eat the tough meat. With a frustrated grunt, he put the steak back and replaced it with a mushroom.
As John ate the spotted fungus, he thought about what he should do now that he was a pony. Where would he go? He couldn't stay here. The villagers probably wouldn't accept the fact that there was a magical flying horse in their town. (Notch only knows what they would do to him) John scowled and got up from his seat.
"Screw it, I'm leaving this place," the stallion said.
He gathered up his valuables (enchantment table, books, crafting table, etc.) and trotted down the stairs to the first floor. As soon as John stepped outside of his house, people noticed his winged equine body. Before he could react, he was shoved down from behind and grabbed by a few villagers. John whinnied in protest and tried to break free of their grasp, but he was just hit with a hoe. The people of Minetown tossed John into a small building with iron bars for walls. The Mintown Prison.
John whimpered and walked up to the solid iron door that lead to the outside world. He pawed at the ground with his hooves and grunted.
"What the hell was that for, guys?! It's me, John!"
The villagers stared at him, astonished that he could speak. Some of them shook their heads, not believing his words. After the people had recovered from his outburst, they began to discuss what they should do with John.
One miner angrily pointed a finger at John. "It's a demon! We must destroy this abomination!"
"No, this is a gift from the great Notch! We can't kill it," a priest countered.
As the people argued, John snapped his attention towards the iron golems guarding the prison.
"Psst," John whispered. One of the golems glanced at John. "You gotta help me out! If you could get me out of he-"
"No," the iron entity interrupted him before he could finish.
John was taken aback by the fact that an iron golem actually defied him. The iron golems in town were the only creatures that actually respected John. He wasn't used to being turned down by one. Heartbroken, he sulked back to the far right corner of the cage-like building.
A few kids came by that day. Some of the girls tried to pet him through the bars, but John didn't try to stop them. He simply did not have the will to avoid them. The boys on the other hand, threw rocks and other things at him. As with the girls, he took his punishment without resistance.
Around sundown, a small boy about eight years of age came by the prison to visit John. John twitched an ear to acknowledge the boy's presence, but did not show any signs of interest in whatever the boy was going to do.
"Go ahead and mock me," The sepia pegasus said. "I don't care what happens anymore."
"Not even freedom?"
That caught John's attention. He looked up at the child with uncertainty in his hazel colored eyes.
"I'm listening," John said.
"I could come up with a plan to get you out of here," the boy said. "It's easy. I'll just distract them while you're being taken to the square for your execution."
"My what?"
"Your execution?"
"Yeah, that," John replied. "Why do they want me dead?"
"First off, my daddy convinced the villagers that you were one of Herobrine's creations, and needed to be killed."
John knew exactly who had said that.
"Samuel Perk," he said. "You must be Terry Perk."
"Yeah, that's us! How did you know?"
"I know this because your father is the merchant that convinced me to trade my four diamonds for his broken music disk. That man has a way with words. Don't trust him, kid."
"Wait," the confused boy looked at John and cocked his head. "How could you trade with my dad? You're a... horse with wings."
John sighed. "I'm not really a horse. I'm a pegasus, and I was a miner named John Pixylburg until thirteen hours ago, when I accidentally changed myself into a mythological equine animal."
Terry's eyes lit up. "You're John? Wow! I've always wanted to meet you! You're the coolest person here! I've always wanted you to teach me about fighting mobs."
John felt a warm feeling envelope his weary heart. At least someone in this town actually liked him (other than the iron golems).
A voice called from somewhere, and the boy got up.
"That's my mom," the child said. "I've gotta go home and eat dinner. Don't worry! I'll be back tomorrow to help you."
As Terry raced off, John settled down on the cold stone floor. he had no idea where he was going to go, or what he would do. He sighed and closed his eyes. As he drifted off to sleep, he came to a realization. He was going to have to find a place where he could live with other pegasi. A place without miners. A smile bloomed on his face at the thought of flying free with the other pegasi, without a care in the world.
"It's finally done."
A lone man stood in front of a large building. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead as he rested his weary body on a bench nearby. He sighed as he gazed lovingly at his creation, which he had worked so hard to build. Block by block for days on end, John Pixylburg had restlessly built his house, which was so tall that it touched the top of the world. An eye-catching building it was, with it's beautiful brick and stone exterior.An indoor pool, a diner complete with a kitchen and dining area, multiple guest bedrooms, an entertainment center, and most notably, the master bedroom. The perfect place for me to call home, he thought.
John Pixylburg was a normal man with a social life that was not too great. He had no friends, even though he lived in this huge town with a lot of people. Of course, he had a few acquaintances, (well, more like the few villagers that traded with him every once in a while) but still, he wasn't the luckiest when it came to making friends. Even though his social life was crap, his industrial life was greater than most miners. He was the best in his town at everything except making friends. Not that anybody ever noticed his talent. To the other people in Minetown, John was nothing more than a normal person.
Dusk was quickly setting in, which meant that the mobs would be spawning very soon. John entered his new home and started up to the master bedroom.
The master bedroom was possibly the best room in the house. It had a bed big enough for three people, with blankets made from the softest wool (John had hand-picked the finest sheep from his farm to provide the wool for the bed). The room had smooth glass pane windows (complete with refined wooden sills) and plush multicolored wool carpeting that was soft enough to sleep on. There was a small kitchen-like area with marble counter tops, a sink that ran both hot and cold water, and a fridge that could hold more food than you think it can. What really stood out, though, was the ensuite. A separate shower and bathtub that were to die for, beautiful off-white marble tiles for the flooring, a towel rack, (complete with light blue towels made from- you guessed it, Soft wool, which matched the walls) and a sink. John (almost) couldn't believe that this was even his house.
John nestled into his woolen bed covers and closed his eyes. He was ready to fall asleep and face the challenges that tomorrow would bring. He had a new found confidence that could only be broken by death. That night, pleasant dreams followed the satisfied miner through his deep slumber.
