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Amnesia

I awoke one morning in the grass,
I cannot remeber the days that did pass.
What a conundrum!
From where did I come?
Who am I?
Where am I?
Where is everyone, did they all die?
Or are they all off somewhere else?
I have an empty map, and nothing else....
Everything I might have had, is gone,
Well, I guess I better get to work before the sun has gone!
I should start with gathering wood,
Then finding food.
 
I punch trees throughout the plains with my empty hands,
As I travel and chart the lands.
I gather dirt, and a few pork chops and eggs, some cobblestone, and some sand.
I find a village, and some strange looking people, and by now, I've got a stone sword in my hand.
 
The sun is setting in glorious shades of coral, orange, and gold,
Wow, all the events today that did unfold!
...Wait, why's everybody running inside their homes?
It's just the moon rising, not like zombies are arising from catacombs!
 
But before I even finished my sentence,
Came a growling from the distance,
...Wait, what was that?!
I think I spoke too soon about that!
From out of the darkness,
From out of that unknown blackness,
Creatures with skin of green
And a face, frightening to be seen,
Came ambling towards the village,
The sun is now fully gone, from time's passage.
I'll heed the villagers' actions,
For I have one of the lowest of weapons.
 
"Let me in!" I shout,
"Oh...." I realize the door's unlocked, I had no need to shout.
Inside I hide,
I place down my crafting table inside,
I check my inventory,
I have no wool, and am filled to the brim with anxiety,
No bed,
Means I have to wait until the morning instead.
 
Monsters growling and hissing all around the house,
I must stay quiet as a mouse
And listen to see where they are,
Where they will end up in the morning,
While across the paths I hear them running.
 
Safe from danger,
The villagers huddled in the corner,
As excruciating hours pass by,
When frightened, time sure does not fly,
But eventually, everything goes,
The moon set, and the sun arose and shown through the windows.
The villagers run out of the door,
But still unsure, I cautiously make my way across the room, and open the door....
They're gone!
Just like that, it's done!
Will they be back?
I better get ready before they come back,
Before they have the chance to attack.
 
I take my crafting table,
And everything from the village I'm able,
As I leave the village, I end up picking up a bone, an arrow, and two rotten flesh,
Yuck, this thing's not fresh!
Searching the deserts, and the plains,
Searching the beaches and vast, wide, terrains,
Continuing on my journey,
Finding bees and some honey,
Finding sticks from dead bushes,
Rivers and sugarcane by the bunches.
I've made a bed,
A place to rest my head.
And I've built a nice little house out of logs,
Not far form swampy bogs.
 
Days have gone by, I've gone mining and acquired iron,
Made myself iron tools, baked a cake, and built a little garden,
Have some leather and iron armor,
And found a shipwreck and it's anchor.
I've built myself a nice little life,
Killed very few monsters, almost no strife....
But one day I saw it....
Tall was it,
Completly black, with amethyst eyes,
Caught me by supprise,
Long limbs, teleporting here and there, with a block in it's hands.
What was it, and what was it doing?
Cautiously I approach, but I keep my distance, as back and forth, here and there, it was passing.
Oh my gods! As soon as we made eye contact,
We came into violent contact,
It's jaw, opened abnormally wide,
And came straight for me, hitting me until I ran to hide,
But it was too late,
Was this my fate?
 
No!
This is not how I will go!
I strike, and strike, with my sword,
Until I have killed that beast, and found a strange reward...
A small, round, green, item, it looks somewhat like an eye,
The name says "Ender Pearl", oh my!
What does that mean?
Well, I guess that is to be seen....
Written by Orc_Pirate_68 (Sabrina Kirk-Caldwell)
Published | Edited 7th Mar 2020
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