Minecraft: The Story of Steven Cubex

Chapter 1: Welcome to Minecraft

Beta: XxAlty_KingxX

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A splash of water hit Steven's face going into his mouth. He accidently inhales the water and wakes up with a jerk, coughing up the water. He takes a few deep heavy breaths trying to recuperate from the sudden watery choking arousal. Once we was able to calm the coughing and gather his barings, he took a look at his surroundings. He sat upon a small collection of wood that with a few shakes of the head, was not quite sure why he was on it. But not only was it the shape and dampness of the wood that got his attention. He was on what looked like a small sandy beach. Looking behind him, he could see the water rising into the sands, crashing into the wooden makeshift raft then receading back into the vast endless streatch of open water. Some of the water had splashed into his mouth and was surprised to taste no saltyiness whatsoever. A strong thirst hit him instantly making his throat rough like sand paper. He quickly scurries into deeper parts of the water and begins to drink the refreshing water until his maddening thirst was quenched. He didn't even stop to breath and when he was finished, he took a deep long breath of air before exhaling and feeling a cool breeze on his face, basking in the bright sunlight, closing his eyes. He listened to the sounds of the water. Felt the water rushing past him. Over and over again. Then, thoughts of his wife, thoughts of Sarah started to form in his mind. Slowly but surely, feelings of rage and sadness flooded him. Even so, he did not cry. Didn't shead a single tear. Not a sob or a weep. Not a single sound escaped his quivering lips. He just stared down at the water wondering what was happening to him. If this was even real. If this was all one messed up dream and that he'd wake up in bed next to his beautiful wife. He felt the water rush up his body again. Feeling the water splash onto him and splattering the underside of his chin. The cool water, was real. The soft sand that squished around his fingers as he clentched his fist, was also real. The blood that he now started to feel flowing out from a cut from the top oh his head, that was real too. The warm summer sun that was actaully giving him a slight sunburn was also real. Which meant, so was his wife and all of those people. All dead. The dragon though, still lived. This was real life. He knew that now. As much as he now knows that he is stranded on some sort of island in the middle of god knows where. He knew he had to do something, and it wasn't going to be at this beach. Many thoughts and ideas ran through his head but first was saftey. He had to find somewhere safe. He stood up from the water and turns around to see a small wooden chest further on the beach sands. He leaves the shore and approaches the chest. It was a very basic design with a small latch in the middle of one of the sides of the box shaped chest. He takes off the latch and opens the chest very carefully. Inside was two rolled up pieces of paper and a strange thin silver braclet. He grabbed one of the papers and unrolled it. It was completely blank. Steve shrugged and put the paper back and grabbed the other paper and unrolled it. There was a long message on the paper. He read outloud:

        "Welcome, to the world of Minecraft. A world of imagination, mystery, and danger. Within the contents of the chest you have just opened and began reading this, holds a map. Yes, I'm aware that the extra peice of paper is blank but that's where we get to the fun part. The silver bracelet inside the chest is a major contributor of how you'll be surving in this word. It's a speciel device I created called a Toolbar. Which stands for Technelogical Observations Obtaining Lively Bits And Recreation. It works as a personal Global Posistionaing System within this range of this world. Now, before I continue. I want you to take a look at the other piece of paper now if you haven't done so already."

Steve grabbed the silver bracelet and put it on around his wrist. It was large and it hung loosely around his wrist until it quickly shrunk and tightened onto his wrist. It hurt for only a second as he tried to pry the thing off. As soon as it tightened it loosened up just enough until it was the perfect comfortable fit on Steve's wrist. Sighing he then went back to the piece of paper he was reading: