The Fighter (Minecraft Story) Book One Of The Moone Trilogy

Chapter Three- Learning Is Fun... Sometimes

Updated early 1/17/16 because I feel crappy.

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Kat opened her eyes. It felt like a minute ago when she was laying in the darkness. And one night later, she was still laying in the darkness. Great progress.

She sat up. Kat was pretty sure it was morning. She didn't feel tired anymore, even though yesterday was crazy enough to make her exhausted. But she felt ready for a new day.

What was she going to do? Definitely explore, but to where? And what did Kat think she was going to find? She was starving, and lonely, so that was something she could work on. She didn't want to kill those animals outside. She was no vegetarian, she was sure of that, but she didn't want to kill her food herself. That sounded lazy, but it only felt right. To her, at least.

She stood up and broke one of the blocks that were her roof. Sunlight shone in her "house" so brightly she almost hissed. She broke one of the blocks on her wall and looked out.

Kat saw the trees where she was yesterday about a hundred blocks away in the distance. The sunrise was shining right above the trees. It was weird, but looking right at the sun didn't hurt her eyes. Everything is weird.

She broke the block under the window and walked outside cautiously. Nothing attacked her, which was good. Kat looked at her house. It was shelter, but she should probably break it, in case she needed the wood. She didn't know what she would do with it, though.

Probably make another small, dirt floored shelter, she thought bitterly.

But she wasn't supposed to be picky, as she thought last night. All she needed to do was survive long enough to find someone, or something good.

Kat started breaking the house apart, but realized something. She would just leave it here. Kat didn't know why, but it was her first house, and it marked where she came into this world. She placed the wood back.

She still needed some wood, so she went back to the forest. It was a longer walk than she thought, and those cows made her so hungry. But she told her stomach to shut up, and that was that.

Reaching the edge of the forest, Kat started punching down trees. Soon she had 10 pieces of oak wood. She imagined them being planks, and it worked.

But something was wrong. She got 64 pieces, and then some pieces fell on the grass, still spinning. She tried to pick them up, but she couldn't.

Okay, Kat thought, So 64 is the limit, a full stack. You can't pick up anything else, only one stack. Logic.

It was so confusing about what you can or can't do. Kat only had two things she could hold; something in her hand, and in her pocket.

She stood up, leaving the pieces floating. She then walked away to her shelter. Kat placed a block down against the wall. She then put a block on top of it, and a block in front of it, making a stairway. Climbing to the top, she placed a block and sat down on it, staring into the distance. Where should she go?

Kat looked toward the forest. Now that she was up high, she saw that the forest spread for a while. After that, just barely in the distance, she could see mountains. She couldn't go that way. She wasn't ready for mountain climbing yet.

She looked toward the ocean. Automatic no. She didn't have a boat.

That left the plains. She looked toward them. All she could see was an endless field, and groups (herds, whatever) of animals. But if she thought she should live there, other people must have too.