Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Sept 5, 2012 3:21:38 GMT -5
I'm sorry if this is broken up weirdly, I copied it from Notepad and it for some reason likes to separate every other sentence. I tried fixing it, but I may have missed some spots. Let me know what you think of this. It's my idea for how the world of Minecraft became what it is.
Once there was a land a long, long time ago. The people there became advanced and greatly understood the ways of magic. Eventually, they erected a portal to another land and beings from that land came through it. These beings stood much taller than the men of this world, and were black as night. As the people looked upon these men, they became enraged and attacked the mass of mystics and sorcerers, killing many of them and invading the land; allowing more to spill forth from the portal.
The people tried again to erect a portal to that land, first to invade that land and stop the war that was consuming their world, and once again to plead that the invasion cease, but the men from the land, now know as The End, continued to invade. Survivors of the invasion told of how the land was made of odd sands, and tall black towers. It was eternally night there, and there were terrifying shrieks in that land.
In the desert cities temples were erected and magics were performed on the people of the land. The magics twisted them, removing limbs as well as their large noses, their agonized expressions being the only proof that the green, four-legged creature was once human. The mages loosed their creations upon the black men, but the people they had betrayed turned on them; destroying the desert towns and forcing the people to flee towards the coast. The temples of the jungles fared better, for the priests and sorcerers there trained the cats to contain the people that were transformed, but they too fled as the invasion continued.
Soon the people took notice though, that the rains and rivers stopped the men of end, for however brief a period as they lasted. Also the tall black men were seen carrying the things that soldiers said did not exist in their world. They examined them with morbid curiosity, even when it rained, only to be disrupted when they felt the sight of others upon them. This would cause them great rage, as their pursuits were disturbed, and they would give great chase to those who disrupted them.
This knowledge did little to benefit the people who had once conquered the world, for the few who now remained fled to the islands of the world, or to the mountains. There they used their magics yet again to create guardians, this time of snow and steal, binding life to them from plants. The snow golems attacked them, but did them no harm for their water was frozen and, indeed, harmful to them. However as they looked upon the men of The End, they went unmolested and soon the people of the mountains adopted this manner, shoving pumpkins on their heads, so that they too would not be harmed. The men of the islands used iron from all sources, even ripping apart the ancient mines they had assembled to get it, forged great blocks and gave them life as well. These golems had plants growing around them and offered them to the people out of friendship, but attacking the black men and swiftly dispatching them.
It was then, when they could ably defend themselves, that the men of magic convened within the mountains and cast their spells. These spells drew water from the very earth and dropped it all at once upon the world. Some places drained more than others, and became great deserts while others, receiving much more rain, became lush forests and jungles. The rivers widened and the seas grew deeper, while landslides tore apart the mountains. Many people died, including nearly all of those able to cast such spells, but the sacrifice was not in vain; the black men were gone from their world and afraid to enter again. They knew that soon the men would return though, so those few remaining set out towards the abandoned sites where the portals stood. Upon reaching them they destroyed the portal, but left the foundations for it, in case it should ever be necessary to return to The End. Around them they built mighty strongholds, so that if the men ever came back, they could be contained.
The survivors then parted ways and searched the world for others. They found other portals, different from those that led to The End, that others had raised. But beyond them was a world of fire, where the dead rose and they did not find life there. So nightmarish was the chaos that lay beyond these portals that they were all destroyed utterly and the world they contained was left unnamed, and unspoken of. However, the world that had once been theirs was a chaotic nightmare as well. Through these portals the dead of this world learned to rise as well and many former soldiers came back, some with flesh, others without. The spells used to quell the invasion left the lands changed and varied. The spiders became larger and more dangerous, soon attacking and feasting on men, while the dogs and cats that had once been favored fled back into the wilds from which they had originated.
But rarely, they found peace and small villages came into being. Only the temples of the jungles and the deserts remained of their vast cities, and only the vast mines and the three immense strongholds remained to show the power of this ancient land. Soon, as survival took it's toll, the men forgot their magics, except for that which brought them the companionship of the iron golems. Their descendants would never need to know of the other magics, lest they somehow bring back the black men, and The End.