The sky of an infinite black void surrounded a whitish-yellow endstone island. Giant obsidian towers that carved their way down into the stone held a crystal on top of each. With a dragon flying around the island, it seemed almost impossible to take them out. Out of nowhere, five warriors appeared on an obsidian platform. They started to build a path to reach the island using whatever blocks they had on them. Once they reached the island, they jumped into action to take the dragon down head-on. Knocking each crystal out as fast as they could, they split themselves up into groups once the last crystal had fallen. One group was assigned to distract while the other was assigned to attack. After a long battle between the dragon and warriors, the dragon was on the ground with its last bit of health left. In one swift movement, one of the warriors held their sword above their head ready to deal the final hit to end the battle. Within that moment, as the sword swung down....I awoke with a jolt. Looking around to see my surrounding and to make sure I was safe, I began to realize I was safe in my home, in my bed, as I was the night before.
"Jesus...another nightmare? Why was this one so different from the other ones?" I said with a sigh to myself.
It felt nothing like the usual nightmares I've had. Usually, they're just about mobs coming and tearing everything down but, I know they aren't real considering the only mob that can break things only breaks down doors. This one though..It was different from the rest. It felt so real as if I was there, being forced to watch everything go down. All I could figure out about the nightmare was that it took place in the END, with the ender dragon dying. The only reason I knew the location was because my powers resonate from there. As much as I want to continue to figuring out what it was about, I knew I had to get work done today. Putting on my outfit and hat, I left my cottage. Collecting materials and food, I was deciding on what to build for the day. Looking at my tiny garden by the river, I decided I would make a greenhouse so I could have a better food source. It took about half the day to get the frame and glass in place. My stomach had growled about this time so I decided to have lunch before continuing to work.
"I suppose a lunch break wouldn't be too bad," I said with a little laugh.
Going inside to eat, I decided bread and pork chops wouldn't be a bad choice. The second I opened my door, a gush of cool wind blew relieving me of all my worries from the morning. I had been working so hard on finishing the green house, that it wasn't until I finished it that I noticed something on the hill closest to me. It was a white building, nothing like I had ever seen. I decided to take a closer look to be sure it was safe, with a sword in hand. As I slowly made my way up the hill to the building, I started to hear people talking. A lot of people to be exact. I stayed hidden so I could hear what they were saying.
"You sure this is the area Shapez?" A girl said.
"Of course, I'm sure Viz!" The guy named Shapez said.
The rest seemed to be having conversations with one another. The two closest to me seemed to be debating whether or not this place was correct or not. The one called Shapez had a white coat on with a monocle on his left eye, and short brown hair. The one named Viz had a white shirt with a blue sweater vest over top of it, a black, plaid skirt, knee-high socks with black shoes, and long black hair. The rest were wearing unusual outfits but I couldn't make out many details on them.
"Hey! There's a house down the hill!" said one of the females in the group.
When I heard them say that, I instantly snuck away back to my house incase they were to show up. I paced my little cottage back and forth, anxious of how they will react to someone they don't know. All of a sudden, a knock rang out through the home. I quickly prepared for anything to come and opened the door.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hello, I'm Viz and these are my friends: Shapez, Fluff, Sky and Baluk. There's more of us but they decided to stay back," Viz said.
I was entirely confused on why they had come to my house without any weapons. They seemed too trusting of the whole situation. With a closer look at the few people infront of her, she could notice the appearance of them was different than what she was use to from people just traveling through.
"Well, you can call me Mouse I suppose," I said
They all nodded in agreement towards the nickname. Almost as if they're use to people using a nickname instead of an actual name.
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The Witch of Creator Craft
FantasyThis is a story that has the perspective of my witch character on a server that I stream on with my friends that has a little bit of lore in it.
