i_was_there: A Minecraft Story

chapter_three: Blade

For the very first time, they took me out of the cell.

Once I was out, I looked back. The cell I was once in looked so big, so wide. I guess everything just seemed like it was closing in on me because I was a prisoner. It's the only cell here as far as I can see. With the man guarding me from behind and the woman leading up front, they guided me through the darkness.

"Watch your step," she whispered after a few seconds, showing me where the step is for a brief moment with the use of a torch. We continued our way upwards until the woman stopped and opened something with a click. The same click I've been hearing these past few days, but way, way louder. The woman lit a light and opened the iron door. "We're here." She said.

By how her voice is echoing, bouncing off the walls, I could tell that this place is huge. I was just about to step in when the man behind me suddenly pushed me in. I fell face flat on the smooth ground. Even when the woman lit the room up with multiple torches, they ignored me and didn't help me up.

I groaned, rubbing my face in pain.

This room I'm in is much more spacious. It's lit up, too. There's nothing here other than what looks like a makeshift table and chair made up of stairs blocks. I just realized now that they're wearing matching leather clothes. The man closed to door behind me and made sure it was locked before facing us.

"Congratulations, you've just earned yourself more light." The woman said, leaning boredly on the table. "Do yourself a favor and keep answering our questions, alright?" With that, she threw a book in my direction. It landed on the floor and glided in front of me. "We'll take our leave."

I hastily sat up, crawling away from them. If I didn't, I'm certain that the man would just step on me.

I'm pretty sure that he hates me.

There are a total of two doors which are parallel to each other. They closed the back one, and now, they've closed the front one.

I looked around, grabbed the book and stood up. I took one of the chars and sat down. This one has more questions in it, and with the light and this table setting, it's better to write. I took the quill and started answering.

This time, the questions are more of what I know in Minecraft. They're asking questions like what materials are needed to make a certain item, biomes, and things like the wither and the ender dragon. All of which I know. In just a few minutes, I finished it everything.

I placed the book down and sighed. There's absolutely nothing left to do than what I've been doing in my previous location: think. If I could sing I would, but they haven't given me something to eat or drink yet—

A click. I paused as the door opened. The woman, Alex, stepped in casually and sat down in front of me. I straightened as she boredly leaned on the chair. She has gotten rid off of her leather clothing, and at the moment, she's wearing a half-tucked green shirt, brown pants and leather boots. It's a really real-life version of Alex.

"I'm here to interview you." She said, leaning forward, putting her elbows on the table. "I take it you've answered everything in this book?"

I didn't answer. She took the book from the table and skimmed through my answers. "You're quite knowledgeable in crafting," she whispered. "You know the ores, you know biomes, animals and their characteristics. . . and mobs." She looked for a few more seconds before closing it. She held out her hand and placed it on the table. From there, one of those mini buckets appeared. "Drink up."

I did what I was told, but when she placed a cake block on the table, I stayed put. She gave me a strong look, as if she was trying to look into my soul. "So, Evangeline," I don't like the tone she's using. "You play Minecraft?"