Steve spawns in the new world he generated. He takes in a deep breath of air, getting ready to conquer it and make it his. Although Steve was moderately new, he was familiar with the game and knew his way around different situations. He was excited so he could build a house, mine, fight monsters, collect food, eat food-

But there was something different about this world, like a presence of some sort making itself known. It has always been 1.8.1 when he loaded the world; he hasn't updated it either. He knew there was something eerily quirky about the world that was distinguishable from other ones. Steve shrugs it off for now and goes off to find sheep he could use for a bed before he began anything else.

Steve snuggles into his wool bed in a makeshift hut he made from wooden planks and a door he'd build off of the next day and make into a full house. His house would be in an open clearing with surrounding mountains, hills and forests around it. From then on he'll just expand it or add anything necessary such as windows, paintings, etcetera. 'What is that?' He thinks. The feeling of eerie presence is here again.

"Herobrine?" Steve says, drawing a stone sword closer to his bed. He was expecting a deep low growl and then have him pop in his face before he is sent to his permanent death. Like all the worlds Steve has made that involve survival, they weren't on Survival. He liked the concept of having the world go to waste if he didn't live properly, making him more meticulous, skilled and aware than one with the ability to come back to life whenever they want.

Steve stayed up most of the night with the sensation of a presence inducing insomnia. "This isn't normal..." He says to himself. He has to sleep, but he simply cannot do that. There's too much going on in his mind.

After what seemed liked an eternity of unrest and tossing and turning, he eventually turned in and fell asleep.

Steve wakes up, a bit groggy from not having slept like he should have. "Good morning world!" He gets up and stretches, opening the doors to a beautiful sunrise. He snags an apple he found while chopping down trees and takes a big bite out of it, revising his plans for today.

Throughout the day, as he tilled the soil to farm, built the floor and walls of his house, crafted his tools and lit up his house at night, the sensation was making him curious. 'What is in this world that is so much different make me feel as if I am going to explode if I don't find out?' Steve thinks to himself.

He feels as if he can find out soon, but not any time today. Steve calls it a day as he crafts some bread for dinner and cooks up a pork chop. He hunted a few pigs this morning. Plopping in bed, he goes yet another day not knowing what the mysterious sense could mean.

Steve wakes up the next day, feeling fully rested. Filled with the urge to explore, he grabs his iron tools, iron sword, some bread and porkchops, torches, a half stack of cobblestone and a leather cap. He sets out to adventure in the unknown lands in front of him, taking what little he had. Steve sighs, his sensation of curiosity is just something he's going to have to deal with.

After a morning and afternoon of exploring the world northwards, he went through the forest of oak and birch, a mountain and a large river. He sighs loudly, turning around to go home.

Steve stops and turns around, seeing a roof tip in the horizon. "What is that?" he asks himself. Steve realizes what he was seeing. "Is that a village?" Steve grins and runs toward the roofed object.

Steve climbs over a hill to overlook an entire village. It wasn't big, but it had its own iron golem patrolling the streets. Grinning with glee as the sun sets at the mountain on the other side of the village, he runs back to his home as fast as he can so he can collect his trading supplies. "Tomorrow is going to be great!" he says, running to his home.

The next day, Steve grabs whatever he could take that the villagers could've wanted: paper, sticks, sugar, wheat. Steve arrives at the same hill overlooking the entire village, running down to it in impish happiness. Steve sees a small collection of villagers and a tent over at what seems to be the central part of the town, surrounding what looked to be the central well.

Peddlers quickly barrage Steve with trade offers, most of those Steve engaged in and quickly dismissed as he moves from one trader to another. Steve sees another trade group surrounding someone, someone that isn't a villager. Most of the villager traders have left Steve already, all crowding around the other person. Steve slowly walks to him, putting away his traded treasures. He approaches the tiny crowd as one by one villagers begin to disperse, some disappointed and empty-handed and some holding an item like a stack of books or a few emeralds.

Then he sees her.

"That is no villager," says Steve. Steve was the last one around the whole place, with all of the villagers resuming their businesses. "Hey."

She turns around and sees Steve, almost jumping back. "Hey! Who are you?" she asks him.

"I'm...I'm Steve..." Was this seriously what he was looking for? Because it definitely was something he did not want.

"I'm Alex. What are you doing in my world?" she says curtly. Steve looks back.

"No, this is MY world, I made this world. What makes YOU think that YOU generated it?" Alex looks back.

"Maybe because I DID generate it..." They stare at each other for a minute in resent. "This is my world, and I'm not letting someone else take that!"

"I made this world, so I get to have it!" Their argument was begin to grow as some of the villagers on the street, and the iron golem, glance at them. Alex shakes her head slowly.

"Oh it's mine! It's on!" she stamps her foot forward. Steve squints.

"Bring it!"

"It's my world so I get to take it! I was the first!"

"Actually, you didn't exist until 1.8.-"

"SHUT UP!" she screams, causing Steve to back up a little. "I'm saying it's my world and you need to get out!"

"We'll see who gets to have the last laugh..." Steve grumbles, walking back to his home.

"Alright! We'll see!" Alex walks back to hers. "You're going down for sure..." she mumbles.

Okay so I've never made any stories in Minecraft so this is a first. Feedback is appreciated!

Thanks anyways!
-DWalkthroughGuy