ℌ𝔦𝔰 𝔏𝔢𝔣𝔱-ℌ𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔐𝔞𝔫

Chapter 1: The Plan

L'manburg was encircled by war as they bravely fought Dream's Soldiers. As I go about my day pleasantly in the Essempii, away from the battle, I write it in my diary. It was early in the war, so it was almost peaceful and calm. But I'm afraid about what Dream will do to the minors fighting in the conflict. They were terrified for their lives. People are traumatized by war in unimaginable ways. It pains me that there are people my age who should be running around and having fun but are instead fighting in a war. But I could see Dream in his attitude every time I walked by him; mask or no mask, he is spiraling into a motivation that drives him to crave more control over the server. I'm afraid that I'll be dragged into this mess at some point in the future. There has to be a method to try to put a stop to this. Perhaps not entirely, but there is a way. I stuffed my diary into my ender chest, which I had built after a month in the Essempii.

First and foremost, I need to gather resources. Now it's up to me to act fast since I don't know how long it will be until the inevitable occurs, and I don't know how long it will be before Karl returns to try to find a method to stop it, so I need to gather resources first. Granted, I have a lot of resources at my disposal, which will be exceedingly beneficial. But I need to go to the Soul Sand Valley to acquire soul sand and soil. After accessing the portal with the few tools, I needed, I escaped into the underworld and away from the community portal. Before going to find a bastion, I started making another gateway there. It's a good thing I'm wearing diamond armor because my boots are gold-plated. I raided the Bastion and traded with the piglins there. I've been nearly killed by the brutes on a few occasions lately, but everything is alright now. I was able to obtain what I required. I went to the Soul Sand Valley and began excavating the Valley's sand and soil. As a result, I'll have to find a stronghold, which was thankfully only a few hundred blocks away from the gateway I made.

This is going to be fun. The fires were put out, but the spawners were left alone. Nether warts, as well as the treasures there, were raided. I obtained the skulls of the wither skeletons by killing them. The spirits' cries for their bones stuck in the soul sand were audible. I didn't throw their heads, but I did throw their bones. For the time being, I require them. I prayed for Prime and Death, begging pardon and wishing them safe passage for the desperate and miserable people stuck here. Praying in the hot climate of the nether was a dangerous thing to do because of all the mobs that might murder you once you were in their sight, not to mention the heat, but it was worth it if it meant praying for them to have a safe journey. Soon after, you returned to the community portal and began walking home, the breeze now cooling your sweaty and hot skin as burns and wither scars littered your arms and stomach.

You'll hiss in pain, but it'll be worth it. Your arms hurt and quiver with misery as you cut down trees in the forest and replant their saplings. Your breath froze in your throat when the salty sea brushed your arm as you gathered buckets of water. Your legs become tired as you travel village after village to trade the stuff you mined and raided. The Illagers who were raiding the town were halted and killed, resulting in cheaper trading expenses.

Then it's time to build a hidden base and farm. You began packing the items you had acquired throughout your journey. It was difficult, not because of the process as a whole, but because of Dream. He approached me while I was working on something at the community home. "I haven't seen you in a while; what have you been up to?" " He inquires; you sensed not only interest but also suspicion in his voice, so you told him this to not only assuage his fears but also to get him off your back.

"I'm building a hidden base because I'm afraid that the war and other things may soon reach this portion of the country."

"You know I won't let that happen, right?" Dream asked, his face softening. "Still, it's better to be cautious than sorry," you remark. Dream nods and asks, "Where are you going to establish your base?" "The fewer people who know, the better," you shook your head. "That is to say, I'm not going to tell you," Dream murmured before nodding in agreement. "I get what you mean." Before leaving, he said to you, "Good luck in your building," and you waved back. You sighed and put your hand to your side as you continued to make additional things.