Minecraft prompt

Revenge

It was something his Father and his Grandfather before him had done all of their lives. He had grown up with stories of their heroism and learned how to swing a pick before he knew how to read a chapter book. Father would point him at some coal to keep him busy while they went looking for materials in deeper, more dangerous parts of the cave. They would come back with iron and gold, until one day Grandfather didn't come back at all. Father was always tight lipped about the accident, but one day, many years later near the anniversary of Grandfather's death the boy got an answer out of him."Heed my words Stevie my boy", Father slurred with whiskey-scented breath "The Mountain is in your blood, don't you ever forget it, but the earth is a cruel mistress, and the monsters you see in the night rejoice in her darkness and do not wish to disturbed. Child, if you are not afraid of the things that go boom in the night you are a fool, and no son of mine nor your Grandfather's neither." Father then swirled what was left in his tumbler and downed it before drifting off to sleep.Steve hadn't known the importance of the half remembered conversation until much later, after he knew what a creeper was and how, if not why, it wanted to kill you. But diamonds were in his blood, and so into the mines he went, from dawn till dusk on the hunt his family was so well known for.Steve had long since moved out of his Father's home, building himself a cozy cottage at the edge of the woods where the trees gave into meadows and the meadows lead to the open cavern. He felt like the move had made him closer to his Grandfather somehow, like his spirit still lurked under the mountain while he had met his demise.On this day in particular, Steve had set out for the mountain a little earlier and had beaten the local team of miners that the nearby township employed into the mountain, so decided he was up for a little bit of exploring. He had packed a lunch, a steak sandwich, and extra loaves of bread in case he ran late but not much else. Then, just before he was about to call it quits, he saw it out of the corner of his eye. Diamonds.There was enough ore to smelt down into three, possibly four solid nuggets. This was the jackpot every miner dreamed of getting, and it even looked to be in a pretty solid spot, no looming lava pits or precarious holes he could potentially fall into. As Steve studied the diamonds, muttering to himself as he went, he felt a cool breeze brush the back of his neck. He didn't question it at first, drafty as caves were sometimes and began mining, taking every precaution not to lose the precious material. But after a while something still just didn't feel quite right. No... it couldn't possibly be... But as he slowly turned around he came face to face with what could only be a creeper. He watched in horror as the great beast began to hiss and swell."AHHH!" he shouted as he regained his senses and fled before the creature could harm him, following the trail of torches back to the main entrance to the cave. He realized with a sinking heart that he heard no voices up ahead, which was good on one hand, no people to get hurt if the creeper did blow up, but it meant that he had lost track of time and it would now be nighttime outside. This was not good. Every miner worth his salt knew it was dangerous at best, suicidal at worst to mine at night. All Steve wanted was to go home and smelt was he had found that day in peace.Steve ran, legs burning as he desperately tried to make it home. He could see the comforting light of burning torches in his windows up head. Perhaps it was this that screwed him over in the end. One minute he was relaxing as his desperate fleeing was drawing to an end, and that next he was being thrown into a small hill."What happened?" Steve thought to himself over the ringing in his ears. "Wait... was that the creeper? Oh my Notch, I'm dead right now aren't I?""Well I can confidently say you're not dead", came a voice a step to his right. Steve groaned as he tried to see who the voice belonged to."Grandfather? Is that you?""In spirit, I suppose" came the voice again, "but I'm not really here you see... That blast would have killed you, and the Mountain doesn't want a good worker like you dead. It is only by her virtue and my protection that you are alive right now.""I just need to get home...""I know dear boy, just focus on getting back and let me do the rest."Safe in his Grandfather's protective gaze, Steve limped the short way back home before collapsing on his bed and falling almost immediately asleep.The next day Steve didn't go back into the mines, it was too soon after the night before to get any good work down there anyways. Instead, he spent the day smelting, and after some consideration, he decided what to do with the diamonds he had managed to get. To honor his Grandfather and the lifesaving force of the Mountain, Steve crafted himself a beautiful sword; sharp, dangerous, and perfect for what he needed to do. In the moments before dusk Steve banged out his final hits on the anvil and named the sword after his Grandfather. After nightfall he left the house, sword swinging loosely by his side. Those creepers wouldn't know what hit them.