Steve awakes in the World. Hungry and unable to remember. Flashes of light blind him as he gets up, and a vague memory of a Book cracks through his maimed memory. This world is unknown to him... or is it? He senses something similar in here... something he yearns for.
Steve shakes his drowsiness and sets off into the clear vast Overworld... yes... that's what it's called; Overwold. The Sun shines upon him as he discovers large virgin forests of deep oak wood. The lumber falls as he cracks it with his mighty fists.
He experiments, molding the lumber into shapes and sizes, until he reaches the perfection of the Workbench. Through many yeas, and countless trial and errors, he has learned how to make mighty weapons and strong building... forgetting how he came and the memory of the Book.
That is, until he found it. Never had he seen buildings not made by his own hand, nor had he seen books not written by his own pen. It was a vast underground building, made from old cracked stone bricks, a testament to an ancient race.
The corridors twisted and turned, inhabited by evil worms and creatures that lurked i the obscure places of the Stronghold. He felt something within him as he approached a large open room. He peered through a high opening in the wall. Beneath him he saw a starry sky, moving like rippling water when a fish swims under it. But he also saw the Ender Guard.
He wore a large piece of armor, underneath he only saw two glowing purple eyes, filled with blood lust. Steve had not encountered such a creature before, for it was unique to these buildings. He jumped, ready to smite him o the head, but the creature leaped to the side, making a jab at Steve's collarbone. Steve quickly side-stepped, thrusting his blade forward as the Guard strode toward him, opening his armor ad dropping his entrails on the ground. He had been defeated.
Somehow Steve knew what to do next. He rushed into the portal, appearing into the next side of it.
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A large beating of wings blared, making him nearly deaf. All around him there were Ender Men, he was hopelessly outnumbered. His eyes evaded theirs. He could see a large Dragon soaring in the sky, barely visible against the dark contrast.
It lunged at him.
Steve raised his sword and tried o pierce the Dragon's scales, to which only a mere few broke off and scattered the ground. The repetitive attacks and his weak counter attacks left him heaving. However, when all seemed lost the Dragon lunged, wings tucked and eyes victorious. Steve could only lift his sword above his head for a while, so he calculated, and thrust it above.
There was a blinding light and Steve felt rejuvenated as experience filled his veins, rushing into his muscles and intoxicating his system with victory. He opened his eyes and felt something clutching at him, he had been deprived of his sword and the Ender Men clutched at him with their hands, but now something was different. Their eyes had turned a beautiful green. They ported him away into a small town underneath the ground.
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They offered him food and told him their story. How they had once thrived, and that a creature called the Berrsch Gruan had driven them into the Ender. Some others had gone into the Nether. They told him of how a Great Evil was taking all the Universes and making all Sentient Beings into slaves.
They gave him a book, called the Book of Lore, which they said would guide him. He was special. It was said that a Different would come and liberate them, and he was here.
The Ender Men showed him a way into another World called Skyr, although it had many names during all of its history. It had been called Eterika, or Anemos, maybe even Aeria in its old times. They told him that in there, he would find he who would give him his quests, and drive him to his Fate: To liberate the Field of Dimensions.
By: Loreguy
Inspired By: Field of Dimensions mod and all those who have ever done anything for it.
Fri Jun 22, 2012 11:10 pm
