A minecraft story.

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(As of the day writing this. It takes 5 days to pass one year in Minecraft. Seeing as it is June 24th 2019. And Minecraft was released March 17 2009 that makes it 738 Minecraft years since Steve first walked the first worlds of Minecraft.)

*I wake up in this strange new world. The cold wind blowing across my body. I shuddered and stood up looking for a tree or maybe a village. I look to the left, a light beckoning me forward, I follow jt gathering materials along the way, a strong sense of dejavu echoed in my mind. I felt as if I had done this many times before.
"Hello?" A voice says, it was a girl. Holding a torch in one hand, diamond sword in the other. The sword seemed to glow a purple color as she sheathed it at her side. "Are you lost?" She asks. I could barely speak. The cold weather was getting to me. I simply nod. Shouldering the makeshift bag of rocks, seeds, and tools I had gathered in the past few hours. She led me towards a large cave entrance. I hesitated. I knew caves meant bad things. "Don't worry. It's safe. " she assured me. She unlocked a door and inside I heard the crackling of a fire. "Netherack" I mumbled. Surprised to see it this far in the mountains. "Yes. A gift from an adventurous young lad. " she replied "it never stops burning once lit. Makes for a good fireplace " I nodded. She seemed so familiar. Yet I couldn't recall if I knew her. "Who are you. Also. Who am I?" I asked her. She looked at me. She knew something. I suddenly felt scared.
"My name is Alexa." She says calmly. "You don't remember anything, huh?" I shook my head. "All I know is that I woke up a few hours ago in the snow. My head hurt and my helmet was broken." She simply nodded. "Let me tell you a story then. Maybe you can help me figure out your name." She pulled a book off the shelf. And smiled at me.

"The tale of Chris the Creator" She said softly as she opened the book "Years ago. A man appeared out of the sky, falling to the earth he saw Steve. The creator of our universe, king of creation. He led a young Chris to a small house inside he sat him down. Fed him. Told him of the conflict between good and evil. Of the monsters that plagued the villagers. For old Steve was in his elder years and could not carry on alone. He explained that he needed a student to learn his ways and master the world. Chris was confused. He had been pulled from his village. Into a new world. "What do you mean Steve " he would ask, the old man would look at him "im old and fragile. For 738 years. I have fought and kept my brother at bay. Herobrine is as old as me. Yet his forces grow." Chris looked around. Noting the small details of this house. Cracked armor in the corner. Broken swords on the shelf. A picture of a young Steve and a girl. "Why did you bring me here?" He asked, he stood up looking around and he heard a loud sound. "PSST "  Steve smiled, a door opened behind the bookshelf and leading into a tunnel. "Follow me." he followed him into the tunnel, "What was her name," Chris asked, curious about the picture, "Alex" Steve replied with a grin. "You'll meet her someday..." 


"Stop," I said, something hit me mentally, I looked around at the room, Alexa put the book down. "Y-you're her arent you... Steve's Girlfriend.." I 

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