Learning to Survive in Herobrines World

Chapter 10:

I picked up the frozen book, and knew it to be a relic.It was created in a way that was long before the creation of our wall. I had never seen one before, only in the pictures of our own. So it was curious, but in my gut I knew what was in it was trouble. Oh, and let me just say, it was almost completely frozen. The leather,  bindings, even the individual pages. So opening it looked impossible. Atleast, for someone who cares for history.  Which I don't.

I tug my fingertips into the ice riht between the leather and the first pages. I heard tears and knew I was destroying bits and pieces of a priceless history, but I didn't care. When my figera had dug through the ice, pushed the leather fromt away with my thumb, and watched in surprise when it just plain fell from its binding. Hey,  I guess it is old alright? But, I turned my gaze to the firat page and saw... nothing. The first page was almost completely burnt , with areas where pieces of paper  just curled up and only one word was there, and it was a date. (A/N I am going to say a year in here is like a century in minecraft, kay?)

It read May 22 03 (A/N 03 means that minecraft has been out 3 years. And i shall say a year is like a century ok?)   Wow, this book has to be 2 century's old! It was so old! It survived for 2 century's and I destroyed it in seconds. Wow.

I got on my knees and gentler I began tearing through he pages. Majority of them were completely black and and smoldered and crumbled up as I touched it.

I ruined atleast half of the book before I found something different, and my gut told me it would be scary. It was a small paragraph, with some words smoldered that could be guessed, and a date. The date read September 19, 03. The date didn't matter though, the paragraph did.

September 19 03

They have warned me against it. I told them their fear isn't healthy and that I refused to be a farmer. Wow, slap to he face

Well,  I am wishing now that I listened to them, because I am hiding underground, a small block open for a source of moonlight that I am using to write. But when I left, I got on the pig they offered me, and as I tried to steer it, I called out and said, "I shall come back if my names not Steve!"

I reread that last line over and over again, trembling bad. No, it was a coincidence.  One, it is 05. This story takes place ya know, 03!! Huge difference guys, so no way could I be alive since then! Second, I happen to remember being taken to school when I was 3 years old, drawing a card that read farmer and getting sent to a specalized class with my roomate Wardo who was later transferred to mail. I remember the way Ms. Genius (thats what she claimed her name was) would scowl at every tiny mistake, and only scowl at the huge ones, and scowl when we did  something right. I remember passing notes to a farmer girl asking if she liked me, havig Ms. Genius take it before she could read it and read it to the class. I remember gettin my diploma, getting escorted to my home and farm, I remember all that. But what I don't remember is living In 03!

I skimmed the rest of the page, but after that sentence it was all black. I felt sick, no, not really sick, it was more nostalgia than anything.

I went through the rest of the journal, not finding anything much. I found that the pages that weren't one hundred percent burned had only a word or two available. I even found that some pages only had a single letter.  But then, near the back, I found it. What I was looking for.

 When I opened it up, it almost cracked into little pieces. It looked as though, that when it froze it was wet, which would keep it from burning, but it would also basically resort the paper to glass. But, that did not  matter right now. Because inside it was 100% readable. The only problem was that here and there the ink smudged, but the words could be guessed.