Here is the first chapter of my Minecraft story. I hope all that read will enjoy.

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GJVIRGO

Chapter 1- Embers

I watched wistfully as the burning embers from my fire hustled into the skies above. Disintegrating, the orange beacons greyed and fell to the ground.

The wind whistled, startling my curly hair and making it look even more stupid. I scowled at the sky as my fire smouldered pathetically.

Bedtime.

To my dismay the heavens opened. I cursed and kicked at the now fizzling fire, but realised too late that I didn't have any shoes on. I howled and toppled over ending up in a heap. Normally I would have given over and l would have cracked up in a laughing fit, but I was too tired, too angry at Herobrine, too mournful about losing my best friend to the land of the deceased. Despite all this, I slept well that night... well, as well as you can in Minecraftia.

With my troubles momentarily forgotten, I went to punch some wood (I had lost all of my belongings to the fires of the Nether).

I made the wood into some planks, and made a small hut.

I went to get some sand, to smelt into glass.

When I returned to my wooden shack I was actually quite impressed, i'd acquired at least a stack of sand.

I crafted some wooden tools and added an extension to my house. I also forged a crude chest.

I stored any remaining planks and sticks in it, and decided to start work on a mine of some sort. I would be needing coal and torches if I was going to search for Iron, Gold and Diamond henceforth regaining my treasures. I forced my mind to stray from the subject of my loss.

I watched as my stone pickaxe cracked the stone blocks, uncovering some coal ore. I had gathered half a stack of coal now, but still hadn't found any other minerals. I couldn't help thinking that I was nearing bedrock. It is rare that a person should get an unyielding mine, but then, I hadn't had much of a lucky streak lately. I walked back up to the surface, but found, to my despair and disbelief that the remainings of my house were scattered across the land, almost fifty metres away from where they were originally. I scowled, kicked the dirt and cursed Herobrine.

But then, just to make things worse, a green and white shape appeared before my eyes.

"What the..". Sssss.. BOOM.

I woke up in a house... make that a tree-house. Some person was preparing something in a bowl. It smelt familiar. Well of course it does, there's only like three different foods in the world you dingo. It was mushroom stew. The person was an olive skinned girl. She turned around and blushed.

"Oh.. hi there."

"Um, where am I?" I said, hoping that my face wasn't as red as it felt.

"Oh, nowhere really. Welcome to my treehouse. Name's Tilly." Said Tilly

"Nice place; my name's um.." I soon realised that I couldn't remember my name, or for that fact, anything about myself.

"I found you lying just outside this forest. I was collecting mushrooms to eat. I decided to take you home, you didn't look all that well."

"Thanks for your hospitality, but I'd better be going, I don't want to be a drain of your resources".

"No!" She grimaced as I almost fell onto the floor, "Your wounds haven't healed yet."

"As I just realised," I said raising an eyebrow, "so, when will I be back in a normal state?"

"I don't know, but I haven't been able patch up that cut on your head with anything other than a piece of leather-"

"-which just fell off." I continued, eying a brown square on the paved floor, "Talk about DIY.."

She grinned. "Ahh, company, there's so little nowadays."

"You remind me of someone," I said, "I can't remember who it was.."

She smiled and wagged a finger "Don't get any ideas!"

I shrugged, and fell asleep on the comfy woollen mattress.

...

"Wake up sunshine." A familiar voice yawned from next to me... wait, a girl's voice... next to me? I slowly turned my head, relieved to find Tilly sitting on a separate bed the other side of the small room. I tried moving again, and convinced myself that I felt better. I also wondered suspiciously, how long she had been looking at me.

"I'm going out to meet my friend on the opposite side of the forest.. stay here. If i'm not back before sundown, then you can worry about me."

"Why can't I just come with?"

She pondered this for a while and then answered

"Ok. Just take it easy." She handed me a tattered sword and herself a gleaming wooden bow with steel arrows. I didn't bother mentioning the fact that she had the better weapon.. after all, she was my host.

"Oh, did I mention that I'm psychic?"

"so.. You can read minds?" I said.

"It's sort of like a sixth sense, some get them, some don't."

"Wow. That's.. cool, I guess."

At this point we had arrived at the edge of a swamp. Suddenly I heard a voice.

The treehouse has succumbed to the fires of the dead.

"What was that?" I whispered

"What was what?"

"That sound, a voice in the wind."

"It's probably your imagination, or your conscience."

I wasn't so sure.

"Hold on a sec, you said something about a sixth sense; you don't think..."

"Well, maybe, but.."

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"You know maybe we should get back now."

"Shh a sec."

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"There is seriously something going on in my head. Someone is trying to tell me something, it's sorta weird."

"What did it say?" She said, concerned

"I-I don't know, something about the treehouse and, well.. flames-"

"Oh crap.." She tugged me as fast as I could go.

"Wha.."

Obviously what she had guessed had been confirmed. Her tree was on fire. All we could do was look as it burnt to ashes.

Thanks for reading! I wrote this while I was ill, and this is my first story, so please accept the amount of mistakes that I made, and will make.