Welcome back everybody to the Minecraft Short Stories podcast.
This is episode 84, and I know it's been a while since I
released. A lot of stuff has happened
since I last released. Silk Song has come out.
Summer has ended. I started a new school.
I wrote a new story, but I'm back back to releasing on a more
regular basis. In this episode, I'll be telling
parts one of a new story series, which doesn't mean I'm not going
to continue any old story series.
It just means I am introducing a new one.
I'm going to write for this one, probably continue some old ones.
I'm working on those. If you'd like to listen to these
episodes on YouTube, there's a link for that down inside the
description. There's also a link to the
Patreon where you can gain access to new bonus content.
I am still trying to figure out my schedule for making content.
So I've not released content in a while and I'm still trying to
figure out what I want to do with it.
But while I am not releasing content, I do not charge you
guys. So you guys are not paying for
no content if you are a patron. So don't worry.
I hope you guys enjoy the story. Make sure to leave feedback
inside the Spotify or Apple podcast comments and let's get
right into the story. The fall of Katara Part 1.
In the village where I grew up, everyone was sure of their
future and fortunes. The villager merchants didn't
bother to stockpile any resources, and the farmers left
their crops unguarded and let their livestock roam free.
In the glades beside our village, villager parents had
forgotten the fear of the night, and their children regularly
stayed out past dusk. To really show the extent of our
arrogance, all you have to know is that we didn't even have an
iron golem. Our cleric had bought one from
the central religious blacksmith, which is a journey
of several weeks from our village.
But the Gollum had quickly fallen into disrepair, not from
the result of battling mobs, but because the village had refused
to allocate any iron to it. The villagers had called the
Gollum an unnecessary expenditure.
We didn't know what a dire mistake this was until later.
At the time, life in the village seems perfect.
I could wake up, water and tend my crops, feed my animals,
perhaps add to a redesign a part of my home, all without the
worry or weight of constantly searching for an oncoming raid.
I couldn't see it then, but now I realize that our way of life
in Qatar Village was a creeper ready to explode.
My story began 10 years before the horrifying circumstances
this story follows. I'd spawned into this Minecraft
world in the middle of the Plains Biome.
Upon my appearance, I instantly knew how to mine and craft.
Where I acquired this knowledge, I don't know.
I knocked down a tree, then another.
I fashioned the logs into planks and figured out how to assemble
them into a crafting table. The crafting table is a magical
block. I still do not know how it
functions. The block somehow cuts and
finishes wood, leather, iron, and much more in no time at all.
The villagers have to painstakingly craft their items
to sell, but the players have access to their own crafting
station that can make things the villagers have never even
dreamed of. This is just one of the many
ways my race differs from the villagers.
By night of my first day in this world, I had a set of stone
tools. At the time, I had no knowledge
of the dangers of the night. Watching the sunset, the only
thought in my head was grumbling about the inconvenience of the
darkness. If only I had known.
A zombie struck my back hard, sending me sprawling.
It snuck up unseen in the forest, blanketed by darkness.
I kicked the zombie as hard as I could in the more rotten of its
two knees. It joins me on the ground.
I sprung up, switching my axe for a sword.
The zombie couldn't figure out how to get up off the ground
yet. Trying to stand up without using
its clumsy arms, I finished the poor creature off quickly.
Momentarily out of danger but still wincing in pain, I begin
navigating my way out of the woods.
The only problem was that the encounter with the zombie had
caused me to lose all sense of direction.
In a rising panic, I ran in random directions, weaving and
running into trees. I would Sprint in a direction
for a few dozen blocks and then turn around and come back to
where I had started. I was more scared of being lost
in the forest alone than I was with the zombies.
I finally realized that my backtracking brought me nowhere,
so I decided to pick a direction and stick with it.
I picked the left of the rising moon as I thought that was the
general direction of my planes. Walking through the forest in
the dark was slow going and painful.
I didn't yet know how to craft torches.
Zombies groaned all around me. The rattling of what I would
later learn were skeletons frightens me.
After running a couple of zombies, I had had enough.
I towered up the closest tree and waited in its leaves for a
night to pass. The night I spin that tree was
one of the worst nights of my life.
The stumbling corpses of zombies ambled past, occasionally
bumping into my tree trunk or another green creatures that
sort of looked like the leaves I was peering through stalked in
the distance. Of course, as I later found out,
those leaf monsters were creepers.
I was wise to fear them. My surroundings slowly became
brighter and all the zombies began moving towards deeper
canopy or cave openings. Finally the sun peaked over the
horizon and I knew the ordeal was over.
I descended from my tree and stood for a moment on the soil,
so glad I was still alive. I peered into the early morning
mist but couldn't discern anything but tree trunks.
I realized the forest was just as difficult to navigate in the
day as it was in the night. With no better options
immediately visible, I just began walking in a straight line
away from my temporary hideouts and deeper into the forest.
This wasn't one of the infamous dark forests or on the deadly
mangrove swamps, so All in all, my trip through it was fairly
uneventful. I had to fend off a few wolves
and at a close run in with one of those leaf monsters who could
apparently survive past the night.
But the forest was filled with more grazing cows and sheep than
monsters. I only thought about a bed once
I saw sheep grazing. Some memory deep inside me
compelled me to slay the animals and to take their white wool.
With no explanation for how I knew.
I placed three pieces of wool in the middle of my crafting table
and placed a parallel line of planks beneath it.
Like the magic that it was, the materials were instantly
consumed and a bed fell off the crafting table.
Putting the bed into the mysterious satchel I had
appeared with, I continued on my journey.
Once the sunset in my first full day of travelling, I was able to
test the bed. The bed was surprisingly hard
and a bit uncomfortable. The sheets were nice and soft,
but the frame was much too low to the ground and the bed hardly
fit me. I'll have to build a nicer bed
later, I thought at the time. Around mid morning of the second
day, the forest began to thin. The train grew rockier and
steeper, the air felt crisper. Suddenly the canopy ended and I
was met with a breathtaking sight.
For the first time, I could see the entirety of the gigantic
mountain I've been trekking towards.
Its sheer cliffs revealed mass amounts of iron and coal.
Unfortunately, it was too dangerous to harvest them.
The mountain was crowned with a humongous spike of rock up to a
snow. Trees and waterfalls decorated
its sides, but the very top was separated from it all, free of
life. Where the lower regions were
lush greens and Browns, the peak was covered only with whites.
Gazing up at this Titan, I felt enchanted.
I felt the calling that all inevitably feel, the calling to
adventure and discover. I knew it would be far less
treacherous to go around the mountain, and also more likely
for me to find civilization, but I didn't care.
I decided I would climb this mountain to conquer and claim
its treasure for myself. I couldn't walk away after all
the oars I'd seen, and I couldn't walk away without
feeling I'd betrayed a core part of myself that which yearned for
adventure. Preparations took a few hours,
mostly just acquiring further provisions and also crafting
some leather armor. With more food, torches, and
backup pickaxes than I probably needed, I began to climb.
This proved to be one of the hardest undertakings I would
ever attempt in Minecraft. I'd only been alive for a few
days, and I was used to the gradual inclines of the plains
and forest. My back felt like it was
breaking my arms, like they were tearing off my body as I climbed
and mined up the mountain. Before I could back out and
reconsider my choices, I was up too high to quit.
At multiple points my feet slipped and I was left with only
my arms or a block to hold me. The hours of tension and fear
slowly accumulated. I didn't make it to the top
until after dusk. The last part of my climb was
the most perilous. Not only was I exhausted and
tired, but I was also shivering violently.
It seems obvious now, but I somehow hadn't connected the
snow on the mountain top with it being cold up there.
I came entirely unprepared. Even though the climb through
the cold, I still conquered the mountain.
After a full day of non-stop climbing, I lifted myself up the
final block and stood exhausted on the precipice.
I would have fallen on the ground and slept right then and
there were it not for the snow. Without delay, I grabbed some
cooked pork from my inventory and began wolfing it down.
I sat on the ground against a tree trunk and rested.
After I was finished with my meal, I began my hike further
onto the mountain. It didn't take long to find the
thing that changed my life forever.
As I walked forward in the snow, I started smelling A faint aroma
of cattle and cooking food. As I walked further, I could
hear the sounds of cattle and doors opening and shutting.
As I hiked over the final peak, my eyes were met with a glorious
sight. Civilization.
I was not alone in this world. Below me, tucked in between two
cliffs and invisible except from above, was a hustling village.
End of Part 1. Hope you guys enjoyed that
story. This is like I said Part 1.
Part 2 of course is coming along soon.
Hope you guys are excited for Part 2.
This part has been a little bit slower.
This is kind of the build up, you know?
You want to know how the main character actually got into the
circumstance rather than just the usual thing of the player
spawns into a village or something.
So so this is just a lot of back story.
Hopefully it was still a good listen.
If you enjoyed the story, feel free to tell me in the Spotify
comments or in the Apple podcast reviews.
If you didn't, you can also tell me then maybe I'll be sad.
Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed. Make sure to check out the links
inside the description. If you want to submit a story,
go to minecraftshortstories.com. More listener story episodes
will become soon, so if you want a chance for your story to be
read on the podcast, then you know you have to submit a story.
Anyways, see you guys inside the next episode.