Minecraft Elements

1 - Waking Up

Song:

I'm listening to this at the moment, and I just thought it kinda fits ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ plus like Imagine Dragons is awesome

~ Mysterious Person ~

You know that saying "heroes aren't born, they're made"? And how some people change it around to make themselves feel better?

Nobody is "made" into a hero. Nobody starts off as a hero. Everyone starts off as themselves, and are always themselves. They don't turn into good guys or bad guys. They don't turn into heroes or villains. Those are just labels created by people who didn't bother to think deeper.

Villain... It's a funny word. The definition of a villain is a character who does evil actions that are important to the plot. But think about it... villains are their own heroes technically. Yet heroes are supposed to be the good ones. See the complication there?

It really doesn't make sense. The whole hero and villain thing.

Someone could think they're the hero, while another thinks that person is the villain. And everyone decides to go with the popular opinion.

But in this story, there are heroes and there are villains. And it will be obvious who is who. Because this story is going with the popular opinion.

... But is the popular opinion really the right opinion?

~ Lily ~

I woke up a few minutes ago, but I didn't open my eyes yet. I needed to be alone with my thoughts, in the dark.

There weren't many thoughts, actually. Considering I had no memory.

Yep. You heard that right. Well, read that right.

I had no memories. Nothing. I attempted to go through my head and rack something out, but nothing. Except my name. Lily.

I didn't feel anything except the ground against my back, and something cold touching my left hand.

My eyes opened involuntarily. They darted around. I was lying down, facing the sky. I slowly lifted my head to get a better view. I was on a small island. It was mostly sand, with some grass near the middle. Some sugar cane grew on the left.

My hand— well, block— was in the water. I took it slowly out, and looked at my arm, them my body. I wore a simple light blue dress that flowed down to my knees, with sleeves that went to my elbows. My light brown sandals were dug slightly into the sand. I moved my hair into my vision and saw light brown hair with blue tips made into a braid. I turned to the left to the water and stared at my reflection. Pale skin. Royal blue eyes. Some sort of blue crown or headband around my forehead.

I got up slowly, and peered into the distance, turning my head to all directions. No sight of land. The sun was just rising.

Sighing, I looked at the island. There was no way I could make a living here. No wood. No food. I could make sugar from the sugar cane, but then what? I couldn't just live on sugar.

I started to panic. Why was I here? Why didn't I remember anything? Did I even have a past? Could I even get off f this island?