Adventures Of The Chosen One

Start Of A New Adventure?

There was a young woman laying down in grass, asleep.
The area itself was protected by the big, dark forest and swamp water, not letting any sort of danger approach the asleep girl.
The sun was rising - and with that the young woman's breathing.
As the sun's rays bathed the woman's face, she woke up.
She felt fatigue for a slight moment, before she got up, noting her surroundings.
A large dark oak forest and swamp were in front of her, while she was standing in the middle of the small meadow, there were few patches of dandelions and daisies.

In a blink, it was almost night.
The young woman instantly started to panic, thinking where she could build a mini shack to protect herself for the night.
She noticed a big shroom few steps away from her.
But how will she get on it?
Since she was standing near a tree, she immediately started to punch it.
After few minutes, she had some wood - and she had bruises on her hand.
The woman was walking until she was in front of the shroom. When she was in the front of the shroom, she bridged up with some wood planks she had, reaching the top of the shroom.
As she was standing on the shroom, a satisfied smile crept on her face.
But the smile instantly formed into a worried look as she saw a chicken drowning.
She instantly jumped into the water, soaking her clothes.
She swam at her fullest speed, reaching the chicken, and taking it to the nearest shore.
The young woman let out a breath. She felt relieved.
"Consider yourself saved."
She tried to keep this chicken on the shore, but it was persistent to be in the water.
While being in the water, the woman remembered her name, suddenly.
(Name) considered that this was a waste of time, so she quickly swam back to the other shore, noticing the shroom.
Then, she climbed up the wooden 'bridge', once again saving herself.
She was looking around, noticing a zombie near the shroom.
She glared at it.
"I'll throw a door at ya!" She threatened, since it was the only thing that she could protect herself with.
In the end, she threw it, instantly killing the zombie.
She looked at the corpse, as it was crushed with a door, instantly looking away.
After walking on few tress, she stood idly on one tree, looking around.
" Save me!" The voice echoed, as (Name) noticed that the voice was a... spider?
"There's no way that I'm going to save you!" She responded.
She probably has trust issues, since the incident.
No, she wasn't naive, she was just kind. Too kind.
She was the type of person who would help anyone.
Waiting for the sunrise, she was thinking where she could settle up and temporarily live.
As the sun was rising, she jumped into the water, soaking already soaked clothes.
She noticed a nearby small cave, and she entered it, digging out cobblestone.

First, she made a sword and a pickaxe, then a furnace, cooking a raw chicken meat she found.
She ate the cooked chicken, feeling hunger leave her worries.
She went in one direction, finding some coal and mining it.
Continuing in the same direction, she ended in a solid area.
In the area, there was a hill, some stone and a small cave with a water source.
And an idea came to her.
She should make a house here.
Any resource she needs is here.
So, she went right into work.
Collecting some wood, exploring the area, gawking at the most random things, randomly yelling that something is hers, and eventually she returned to the area.
And the perfect timing - it was night.
As she was in the front of the bed, she fell right in it.

As the night passed, the sun rose - and with that the young woman's excitedness.
She woke up, immediately heading to work on the house.
Well, after few hours, the house was finished.
(The picture above is how the house looks)
It wasn't the most beautiful one, but one can live in it.
Not knowing she had eggs, she accidentally threw one in her house, and there was a small chicken.
Firstly, she gasped, then she decided how to name the little chicken.
"From now on... Your name is Kuku!" she proudly stated.
After a bit of silence, (Name) spoke again.
"Do you like it?"
The chicken nodded in response, suprising the girl standing in front of it.
Once again, it was night.
She exited the house, and went to the bed.
"It's to nice to have a friend. Even if it's a chicken."
She stopped for a moment.
"Wait." she paused, "What type of friend is a chicken?"
We probably won't get the answer to that question.
After the awkward pause, she went straight to bed again, falling asleep.

As the night passed, she woke up.
Again, she got up and entered her house to, well, make it look more lively.
First, she took her bed, and place it in her house, since she considers sleeping outside nice, but very risky.
Then, she placed few furnaces, then a crafting table, and finishing with making a table, with two chairs standing on the other side of the table.

Satisfied with her work, she sat on the chair, watching the little chicken walk around the house, as she was bored.