A/N: I don't own Minecraft. I will never make money off this fic. Also I won't be stopping my Halo fics. It was just this story was knocking around my skull for a month, and had to be written.

I slowly sat up, cradling my aching head. I looked around me. I was sitting in a simple one room house, not my own bedroom. The last thing I remembered was starting a brand new world in Minecraft. I started to explore and even found a small village. Then a flash of blinding light, and the next thing I knew I was waking here. As I shifted my body, a young women came in. "Ah, you are wake. I'm glad." she said, handing me a crude glass full of milk.

I accepted the cold glass. As I drank the milk I examined the room. It was lit by two slightly smoking torches, and only a single bed, a small table, and a small chest graced the room. My host had pale white skin, long flowing raven hair, and wore a simple blue dress. She had piercing green eyes and looked to be in her early twenties, only a few years older than myself. As I took this all in I need to ask two questions to her. "Please forgive me, but what is your name, and where am I?" I asked her, being overly polite, as I placed the glass on the table.

She giggled, sounding like tinckling crystal. "My name is Erya and you are in my fathers village, Nightdale." she told me. "What is your name?" She asked.

"My name is Rick, Rick Rotser." I told her. I suddenly got this weird sensation and got out of the bed. I walked out the door and stopped so suddenly Erya walked into my back. My mind was reeling as I took in the position of the basic forge, fountain, and towering church. I turned taking in the river, the plains, the mountain just outside the village, and the desert on the other side of the river. This village, Nightdale, was the same village I found in Minecraft. Overloaded, my mind shut itself down as my body slumped in a dead faint.