Minecraft Story: Origins

She thought she knew her family. She thought her grandfather's bedtime stories were just stories. She thought she was normal.

She was wrong.

Zherah grew up in the shadow of Zaor Kingdom, raised by grandparents who gave her mash potatoes and thunderous laughter, who told her tales of the End Kingdom and the Nether Kingdom, of a queen who sacrificed herself and a war that burned the world.

She raced through the streets with her friends-Yor, who was loud enough to wake the dead; Xette, who spoke to horses and heard things no one else could; Woun, who was always watching, always silent, always ready.

She never questioned why her grandmother's eyes went distant when she spoke of the past. She never asked why her grandfather never mentioned the son who left. She never wondered why the stories felt like they were missing something.

Because the stories weren't just stories.