"Man, I never knew there were that many mobs!" Steve said to himself. He had recently just got mining, and exited the cave. He acquired a few diamonds in exchange though, meaning that he was able to repair his broken tools and armor. Steve's house wasn't too far from the cave, but he didn't have the strength to get home. He was mining all day, and was hurt from the countless mobs down below inside the cave. He opened up his inventory, and took out a few pieces of wood. He built himself a small shack.
"I'll make it home tomorrow morning. For now, I'm tired." He was finishing up the roof before he heard a big BOOM! Outside the shack. He destroyed a small hole of the shack to look outside. It looked like another person.
Another Steve.
Steve knew exactly who this was. He put the block back in, and equipped his iron sword, ready as he could be. He was confused why he would come out at this time. When he looked at the other 'Steve' he saw that he had some kind of black orb in his hand. Steve sat down in the corner, with his sword out just incase if the other 'Steve' ever tried to get in.
He fell asleep within a few hours.
He woke up inside the shack. He slowly got up to his feet. The weight on his hand felt heavier. He looked at his hand, where he held his sword. It wasn't an iron sword anymore, but now it was diamond. His mind was confused. How?
"It might be something to do with Him being here." He said to himself. He told himself to forget about it, and he de-quipped the sword. He broke through the small shacks walls. He felt more energized from the sleep, and started to the gravel path ahead of him. Everything seemed different though. The air seemed heavier, and the sky itself seemed a bit reddish. The tree's all around the path had no leaves for about a few hundred blocks. The flowers, instead of their beautiful colors, they were black.
"Now I know somethings up." He finally made it to his doorstep. His house was a two story mansion made out of pure dark oak wood, and cobblestone. Two glass windows in the front. He opened the wooden door, welcoming himself to his beautiful home. His homed seemed more like a home than before. It seemed friendlier than the outside world. The outside was changed, but thankfully nothing in his house did.
"Atleast everything's in place." He started to follow down a stone path down into the depths of his dungeon area, where his smithing, and weapons/armor was kept at. As well, as the infamous End Portal. He recently defeated the Ender Dragon a few days ago. That's one of the main reasons of his armor being almost broken. He entered the room. On the wall was his broken armor. He grabbed the few diamonds, and put his armor on the Anvil. Something struck him interesting though. All of the armor pieces were all glowing with some kind of small purple tint.
"What the hell?" He looked at the information, and to his surprise, it was enchanted. He did the same with his sword. It too, was enchanted.
"What the fuck is going on?! I-I Need to clear my head." He said. He put the sword down, and started to head up the stairs.
"Surprised, are you not?" A Mysterious voice came from below, back into the room. He slowly turned. It was Him.
"You did something, didn't you?"
"Oh, You've noticed?"
"Yeah, Mind telling me what the hell is going on, before I smash your head in?"
"I guess I have to, now that you've noticed. I've gained a whole new power of energy." Steve wanted to punch his face in so badly, but kept himself from doing so, just in case if he had something up his sleeve.
"It's so powerful, that I am able to control all of Minecraftia!" He'd laugh maniacally. Steve lunged towards him, his fist balled up. He disappeared into the air.
"You'll be having a few visitors soon enough. I hope you the best!" He'd say sarcastically, his voice disappearing. Steve's mind was so confused. What the hell was going on? Everything changed in a blink of an eye. And nothing made sense.
"Visitors?" He'd say to himself. What did he mean by 'Visitors'?..
A Few hours passed. Steve lay in his bed for the past hours, thinking of what he had said.
"Able to control all of Minecraftia? Is that even possible?.. Oh notch, please give me a sign so I know what's going on!" He'd say to himself.
His whole house started to rumble very loudly. Everything started to shake. The paintings on his wall, and the pots started to fall to the ground. A Few seconds later, everything lost gravity, and started floating up into the air. Gravity was then regained, and Steve, and everything else hit the ground.
Steve got knocked out.
While he was knocked out, little did he know that his whole house was actually staying in place, and that it was just his own imagination. He banged his head hard against the floor, but in his mind, he hit the floor while levitating into the air.
Nothing made sense at the moment. But little did he know, it would all make sense. It would only take time.
Lots, and lots of time.
This. Is the beginning, of the End of Minecraftia.
