Never Tire ; Minecraft Diaries

Prologue

                On a stone pedestal layed a young elven girl, Rayne. She looked almost dead, her face a blank, cold expression, arms crossed in an 'x' over her chest.

The only sign she wasn't dead came from the movement behind her eyelids before slowly they opened. It wasn't hard for her eyes to adjust to the dim lighting of the room. As she slowly sat up she wondered where she was. Moments ago she remembered arguing with Shad, and then she felt a sharp pain.

Her hands quickly retracted away as they had felt the coldness of the stone she now sat on. The pounding in her head was slowly disappearing, as she slowly became more aware of her surroundings.

The Carvings on the two stone walls, the others being made of glass, the reinforced door, the wool banner holding her symbol and finally the two of the three things she would class as her precious item, her duel Leaf Blades. It was an elven tomb. She had only ever been in one before, her mothers. The only difference was what she had previously been laid on. It was tradition for dead in Faedia to be laid to rest in a casket made from a tree from their home forest, or at least the closest forest to where they were born.

Looking at her, seemingly in shock, a brown haired man stood on the other side of the glass. Rayne shot him a smile and a wave, standing up and stretching her aching muscles before making her way over where her Leaf Blades were being displayed.

She slid them out of the wall sheath, noticing the spot at the centre of the wall for where her Relic would have been. While the thought crossed her mind she found it hard to believe that a thief had managed to get in and steal them. The door, glass, and even the stone showed clear signs of reinforcement to keep them from giving any thief easy access to the tomb.

Even if one had gotten in they would have taken the blades too. Leaf Blades were made out of a rare, and in turn expensive, metal that in some cases could cost more than what her Relic would sell for.

Rayne looked back at the glass, seeing the man still watching her, having done his best to shake off the shock of witnessing what he must have assumed to be a dead person get up as if they had just woken up from a long nap. Which is closer to the reality of the situation.

Leaf Blades attached to her sides Rayne reached into her coat's inside pocket. In seconds she knelt at the door, carefully fiddling with her lockpick in the door's lock. The typical reinforced door had a specific pattern that couldn't be found by a regular lock pick. Unless you knew exactly what you were feeling for.

Rayne pushed the door. It only managed to open a crack. She pushed it harder, managing to get it open enough for her to slide through the gap.

        Finally Rayne stood facing the stranger, glass no longer dividing them. "Rayne Olaran." She held out her hand for him to shake. He didn't move, staring at her. The man's eyebrows pulled together a vague recognition of the name. "I'm not a zombie. If I was, I'd be moaning and groaning." She said after an awkward moment, moving closer, hand still out.

Realisation crossed the man's face. "How are you alive?" Rayne shrugged. She wondered what had happened to her. It had been long enough that the door was barely openable. It could have been some sort of sleeping curse. She was an elf, having not visibly aged wasn't too strange.

However, that didn't explain the strange pit growing in her heart. Rayne took away her outstretched hand, holding her palm flat and aimed to the ceiling. She focused on the image of fireworks appearing there. However no matter how much focus she dedicated to it nothing appeared. Her heart stopped. Her magicks was gone. Sleeping curses couldn't do that.

She looked back into her resting place, back to where her relic should have been. Where was it? Was that why she couldn't use her illusion magicks? She knew it strengthened them, but she'd never expect that it could take away an ability she was born with.

"I'm Malik." Rayne turned back to the brown haired man.

Rayne pushed her magicks to the back of her mind. "So, Malik, how long have I been 'dead'." She'd deal with what had happened to her first. Then she could figure out what was happening with her magicks. Failing one illusion didn't mean they were gone completely.

"I think, around 900 years."

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        Two years would pass in the village of Phoenix Drop. In that time many things had changed for Rayne Olaran.

Malik had made her the healer of his village, despite her lack of skill or knowledge on making potions. Only he, and his head guard, Garroth, knew who she had been 900 years before and how Malik had found her. However to the rest of Phoenix Drop she was just Rayne, a young Elf from the Faedia region, who had left to find adventure before settling down.

Her magicks were truly gone. It had taken time, however she had come to accept it. At first Malic had tried to help her locate her relic, both hoping it would restore her magicks. Eventually Rayne felt sick longing for a life she no longer could have and put a stop to the search. It wasn't fair on Malic, who had a wife and village who needed him far more than Rayne.

The two were close for a long time. At one time she knew all there was to know about the man. He was the only one who she told about her ageing. He was unable to see it, however Rayne could. She was only at an age humans considered to be early adulthood, and she had stopped ageing when she had reached it, so the small details were easy to spot after a few years of not ageing.

In the end he stopped talking to Rayne. And then shortly after, he died. His house was burnt down and his pregnant wife went missing.

The villagers began losing their sentience over the months. Rayne feared for Garroth and Zenix, knowing the two were slowly falling into the curse that seemed to have taken the rest of the village. Neither seemed to remember Malik's name until she reminded them of it. Neither remembered that he even had a wife. The curse seemed to affect Rayne too, even if it was slower. For the life of her she couldn't remember the name of Malik's wife.

        However soon Rayne's worries would be changing due to the appearance of one woman.

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Date Posted: 17/02/2023

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Wordcount: 1,148

A/N: Welcome to the prologue of a rewrite of a story I began writing when I was like 12-13. I was really into Aphmau and her Minecraft Diaries series as a kid. While now I can see the problems in the series part of me feels like I owe it to younger self to finish this story. The original version from when I was a kid has about 44 chapters, the last one being when they got back from Pikoro village.

That being said I don't know how long the wait between chapter will end up being because I don't know how much I need/want to change between the original fic and the actual Minecraft Diaries series. It can't be longer than the wait for the end of season 3.

This fanfiction is a love letter and a thank you note to my younger self and to the person she became. I know it's cheesy and kinda dumb but I don't care. I have so many ideas for books and the thing I love that have come from when I was younger. Okay I'm done being cheesy (not really), I hope you choose to read and enjoy future chapters of this fic.

Take care, buh-bye