Creeperia- The Beginning

Chapter 1

A quick before-the-chapter word, Creeperia is heavily based off the game 'Minecraft' by Notch, if he or his team wishes this to be taken down, it will be.

Also, there will be parts of this story that may effect you in an emotional way. I apologise for this, but Creeper have become quite gruesome ever since the Humans decided to kill them off.

This chapter is written by Keru, most odd chapters are. Enjoy!

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The early morning sun filtered through the thick tree tops, casting individual rays of light onto the earthy floor. Birds filled the forest, chattering to each other from the canopy, swooping down from their perches to catch flying insects.

It was very peaceful, perfect.

I pulled the large bow from around my body and pulled an arrow from my quiver, slinging it in the bow. I brushed my long auburn brown hair from my shoulder to my back, exposing the olive skin below. Slowly, I pulled the arrow back to it's full extent, concentrating on the noises around me.

It took a long time of waiting, watching the forest and hiding in the bushes, before a doe made herself known. She had strayed from her herd, making her way through the thick forest undergrowth. I carefully stood up, careful to keep very still, in case she saw the movement. I waited for her to stop, once she did. I let go. The arrow sliced through the air as it left the bow. It struck the doe in the eye, being buried deep. I didn't wait, while she recovered from the pain and shock, I had already fired another into her head, this time the back of her jaw. I fired one more, before leaping forward to grab her.

She began to run, I pulled a knife from my green leather boots, jumping her and slitting her throat. She fell to the ground, silenced by my knife. I paused, muttering a few words to tribute the doe, and thank her for giving her life.

I lifted her over my shoulder, not worried about the blood that would stain my dark green cloak, and headed for the village, hidden in the trees.

Our village is small, with around 31 people altogether. We're set up in a clearing, surrounded by dense trees and bushes. I live with my father and brother. My father is old now, and cannot do much, but he manages our house while I hunt, and my brother is with the blacksmith. He's an apprentice, and will take over in a few years. My mother was killed many years ago by creepers. They are green monsters, with black pits for eyes, and have mouths that cause them to scowl almost constantly. They have the ability to explode themselves. We call them suicide bombers sometimes. Ever since the invasion of humans into their city, Creeperia, they have hunted us like pigs. We had to evacuate our old home in the hills, and hide in the forest. Since mother died, father lost himself. But my brother, Loki, and I were able to keep us going since.

"Arahia! Welcome back, sweetie! How was the game today?" My father is sitting on the porch, a grin smothering his poorly shaven face. I smiled back, dropping the deer beside his chair

"It was good, I caught a nice sized doe"

"Lovely! This will last us a long time. Well done, as always" He somehow smiled further. I chuckled, hanging my bow and quiver up as I entered the house. It was small, but cozy. Not very well built. It was all wooden, so if a forest fire ever hit, our village would be done for. But we tend not to think like that.

I remove my boots and cloak, and leave them by the door. The very end of the house is the living room and kitchen. The hall has four doorways, my bedroom, and my brother's on one side. And the other is the toilet and my father's bedroom.

I make my way into my bedroom, taking off my green gloves, so I'm left wearing some grey jeans, and a pale green, strapless shirt. As I leave the room, I glance at the mirror, smiling. I have my mother's bright green eyes. I always saw my mother in the mirror. It was heart breaking, but at the same time comforting. Like she was there with me.

I enter the kitchen, noticing the pile of dishes on the bench. I sigh, and begin scrubbing down the plates when I hear shouting from outside.

"CREEPER!"

"What is it doing in the forest!?"

I race down the hall, swinging the door open. The first thing I see is my mother's face. I'm frozen, as I realise it's hanging off the back of a creeper, who was being dragged in by hunters.