Saving the Blocks

Chapter 6- The Journey Begins

I stretch my arms and yawn. Sunlight streams through my windows. It takes me a minute to remember what happened last night. To make sure, I reach under my pillow. Sure enough, the book is there. I cradle it in my arms. Then, I remember. Paul's leaving today.

Panicking, I clutch my book in one hand and jump out of bed. I look through the door. I let out a sigh if relief. Paul's still here. He's sitting absentmindedly on his bed, stroking one of his dog's fur. I knock on the door.

"Come in." Paul says, standing up.

I walk inside. "Hey, I was wondering if you could stay for breakfeast... I mean, if you don't want to, that's okay, I was just-"

"I'd love to." Paul said. "Hey, breakfeast is on me."

I blush as Paul takes out his iron sword and goes outside. After ten minutes, he comes back with pork, bread, apples, and two buckets of milk. We sit down at his table. I set my book on the table and eat, careful not to spill anything on it.

I've eaten my bread and my apple. Now, I nibble on the pork and sip my milk. Staring at the book, I realize I've made my decision.

"I'm going to find him." I say.

"What?" Paul asks, confused.

"My dad. Steve. I'm going to go on a journey and find him. I'll travel with you for a bit."

"Really?" Paul asks. "Are you serious?"

"Paul," I say with a stern face, "I've never been more serious about anything in my life."

"Okay, and I'll help you." Paul says. I smile.

After breakfeast, Paul and I start to pack. I pack all of my books, food, weapons, my bed, tools, torches, crafting table, furnace, diamonds, iron, redstone, and iron armor. I'm wearing leather armor.

I sigh and look at my old home. I let my pets walk around and follow me. So does Paul. We leave my home behind.

It's nighttime. Paul and I made a little room in the side of a mountain, where we placed a couple of torches. I'm curled up in one corner, eating an apple and reading the book from my dad. Paul is in the other corner, studying all of his maps, trying to figure out where we are.

"Sheep are good for their wool. You can kill a sheep and get one block of wool, but it would be better if you crafted a pair of shears and cut the wool off of the sheep. The wool will grow back once the sheep eats. That way, you get more wool and the sheep stays happy. You can dye wool many different colors. You can also dye the sheep itself. Turn the page to see how."

I close the book and hug it, then put it in my knapsack. I still have about half of my apple left, so I slowly nibble it as I think about where to look for Steve. He could be anywhere. Villages, forests, jungles, icelands, deserts, even the fabled mushroom biomes. I will find you, I remember.

Suddenly, I hear a snort. Looking across the room, I see that Paul has fallen asleep. I close my eyes.

"I'll find you too," I say.