Seven witches are destroying this world by raising an army of undead warriors. My job is to hunt and kill the seven witches, though I take on this task reluctantly. Perhaps killing these witches will restore balance to the world.
Three witches have been slayed: four more remain.
This is my journey. My only goal is to tell a good story.
I left the swamp and found a forest filled with oak and birch trees. As I’ve experienced in the past, though, this forest was impassable. The trees were too dense, which made crossing with my horse Lightning nigh impossible.
I skirted the forest and eventually found mountains! A cascade of water fell from the highest peak, a waterfall greater than I’ve ever seen before!
Night was approaching. I made shelter under the waterfall. Lightning reluctantly entered the cave with me. Once I sealed it up with a stone wall and door, she felt safer.
At daybreak I climbed the top of the mountain to get a better view of the waterfall and the surrounding area. The rush and bubble of the water calmed me. Why was I killing witches? To protect the beauty of this world. I didn’t want to think about witches coming into this land and reducing this lush stream into a screen of sand.
Lightning, though, had her own ideas. Once I demounted, she promptly jumped into the waterfall and rode it to the bottom. I followed after her. The waterfall looked a lot bigger than yesterday.
Once I retrieved Lightning we climbed to the top of the mountain again. The mountains were beautiful to look at, but hard to cross with a horse. She was skittish on the high slopes and found it difficult to get a foothold.
I did, though, find a small family of pigs playing on an icy pond. This is the first time in my life I’ve seen ice! I chipped some from a block and added it to my canteen. The cold water was refreshing to my throat, even though the breezy mountain air was chilly.
Ever since I found Lightning I’ve been traveling west. I don’t know why, but it seemed right to constantly head in this direction. Eventually, though, I arrived at a vast, uncrossable ocean. Lightning wasn’t good at swimming while I rode her, so for now, we had to go a different direction. We headed north, and hopefully soon I’ll find more land so that we can continue west.
This land, though, is breaking down. I found stone blocks floating in the air. I haven’t seen this in several weeks. Hopefully this isn’t a portent of travesty to come.
By nightfall I found a pack of friendly wolves. They were curious and ran circles around me. If I could train these wolves, they could be a valuable asset on my journey. Not only would they provide protection from the undead, but they would keep me company.
To train wolves, though, I needed bones. And to get bones, I needed to hunt skeletons.
I erected a shelter and put Lightning in a pen. To find skeletons I searched for a cave. I went underground, the deepest I’ve gone yet in my life.
The caves were filled with riches: coal, iron, and gold. But I couldn’t be sidetracked. If I started mining, I would be here all day. Who knew how long those wolves would be in the area before they moved on, continuing their hunt?
I found a dungeon, but unfortunately, it was filled only with spiders.
After slaying the spiders, I investigated their chests of treasures. I found something called a CD: what is this ancient technology? I did not have room in my inventory for such trivialities, so I left them behind.
I made my way back to the surface. Night had fallen, and the undead hordes were more rampant than ever. I found skeletons, but slayed many zombies, creepers, and spiders in the process. By the end of the night I had six bones, enough to train a couple wolves.
When I went back to my shelter, though, the wolves were gone. I searched the area far and wide but could find no trace of them, not even footprints. Did they move on while I was underground? Did the undead scare them off? Or were they eaten by the undead?
I’ll never know, but I’ll keep these bones in case I find a pack of wolves again.