Minecraft: The Story of Steven Cubex

Chapter 3: Training Day

Beta: XxAlty_KingxX

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Steve's eyes fluttered opened with the sound of birds chirping and cicadas crying ringing in his ears. He slowly sat up from the red and surprisingly comfortable bed. It reminded him of home. He looked around the wooden interior of the place that he was in. It was small and quaint. A few book cases, a Crafting Table, and a Furnace decorated the house. He also saw a couple extra beds besides his but no one was in them. His mind then flashed back to the horrifying monsters he'd  encountered last night. He padded his hands around his body to find that no wounds marred any part of his body. Not even any scars from where he was scratched, shot, or bitten. Not even his clothes were torn or cut up. He actually felt like he had just woken up from the best sleep he's had in years. Underneath the sound of chirping birds, he could hear the sound of metal banging against metal. He stood up from the bed and headed towards the wooden door. He grabbed the smooth door knob, gave it a twist and let in the bright sunny rays of sunlight. It took his eyes a moment to get use to the sudden brightness but when they did, he saw a village bustling with towns folk. Farmers tending to their crops mostly. Steve circled around the house to see a young man wielding an iron sword sparing with the bearded man who saved him last night. The sparing was intense, they were giving heavy and deadly swings at one another. With each swing the young man was giving, the bearded man parried and countering with simple blows just to make the young man lose his balance and stumble onto the ground. They then lock swords, not giving each other a single inch. The young man makes a quick glimpse over the bearded man's shoulder and stares at Steve. Noticing that the young mans attention was somewhere else, the bearded man knocked his sword away, kneed the kid in the stomach then kicked out his legs from under him making the young man slap down onto his back. The bearded man then reached out one of his free hands towards the kid. The young man takes the hand and stands back up.

"Your stance was unbalanced. Technique was adequate and your focus was somewhere else entirely." The bearded man said not letting go of the kids hand.

"Master, the outsider is here." Said the young man.

"I know. He still reeks of sea water." With that, the bearded man finally let go of the kid's hand and turned around to face Steve. The young man nodding his head at his master and walked away with his iron sword in hand.

"What's your name outsider?" The bearded man asked.

"Steven Cubex. Or Steve." Steve said staring at the old bearded man's rugged features.

"Well Steve, I have to ask you something. Is that a Toolbar around your wrist?" The bearded man asked pointing his iron sword at Steve's wrist with the Toolbar bracelet on it.

"Uhh, yeah. This is a Toolbar." Steve said getting slightly nervous of the man pointing a rather sharp looking sword at him.

"Okay. Now, Steven Cubex. Have you ever died before?" The bearded man asked.

"W-What?"

Before Steve could ask why the man asked if he had ever died before, the man in a flash, grabbed his sword by the hilt with both his hands, dashed forwards with the sword pointing straight at Steve. Steve, unable to react until the blade was already embedded inside in his stomach. He could feel the cold iron going easily through his skin like butter. Steve looks down and sees a circle of red surround the swords entry. Steve grabs the sword trying to pry it out of him but he is too weak. The bearded man quickly pulls the sword from him. Blood gushes out of the open wound. Steve clenches both his hands on his stomach trying to keep the blood from pooling out of him. He falls to his knees wrapping his arms around his stomach. Coughing up blood. Steve shakily looked up at the bearded man with pleading eyes. Steve tried to say something but his entire body goes numb and he falls face down onto the ground. Eyes wide open, mouth gaped with blood leaking out of his lips from him biting them trying to coup with the pain. A puddle of blood began so surround Steve's corpse. His eyes then slowly started to close, and when they closed all the way, his eyes shot back open with a sharp deep gasp of air. Instead of him being on the grassy floor, he was back on the same red bed, inside the same wooden house as before. He quickly sat up, grabbed his shirt, lifted it up and didn't see a scar of the sword piercing him. He shakes his head violently, jumps out of bed, runs outside, circles the house and what he sees horrifies him. He sees his own body laying there on the ground. His blood soaking the ground around him. Steve covers his mouth to keep himself from throwing up.