Board Thread:Minecraft Stories/@comment-25014034-20160622165014/@comment-25014034-20160623180307

Prologue: The Creeping Darkness

It was twilight when it all began. So much light, yet so much darkness. And such an unnatural darkness that it felt almost eery.

It was just another a regular day for the people of Cloudland; but something was wrong, sensed the Chancellor as he took his daily rounds through the islands. Every island seemed to be normal, but he was no ordinary man. He sensed when there was trouble brewing.

Ignoring his instincts, he put up a forced smile upon his face and greeted the townsfolk. As he reached the bakery, his forced smile eased into a natural one. His old friend, the Baker was waiting for him with a fresh loaf of bread.

"James, my friend! So you finally decided to stop by!" He exclaimed with outstretched arms. "Please wait here," the Chancellor told his guards and went to reciprocate his friend's kind gesture. Finally, the darkness took its toll.

All of a sudden, the Old Man dropped to the ground. The wooden plank floor began to shake violently, and in a moment burst into several pieces. The Chancellor's lifeless body plummeted into what was only known as the abyss.

As the baker burst into a flurry of tears and the guards rushed in vain to save their master, there were screams of sorrow and shock all over the island. Townsfolk rushed to tell the rest of Cloudland what had happened to their beloved founder and chancellor.

"Bu.. But how could this happen? How can a block just disappear into thin air like that?" A distressed individual said, finally expressing his surprise.

Oh, no... It dawned upon the baker. They're back...

