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.
The wolves I had planned on training were gone. I had bones, but nobody to feed them to. When I was underground hunting skeletons, though, I found two name tags in a chest. I gave one to Lightning with her name on it: now everybody would know who she was.
The western shore of the continent abutted the Orange Ocean. My plans to travel west were temporarily halted. Instead I traveled north, hoping that the continent would eventually extend west again.
I traveled all night, but saw only shores of sand.
I was running low on food. I slaughtered some cattle for their meat, but I left the leather hides behind. I know it was wasteful, but I had no room in my inventory for extra weight right now.
After traveling north the entire day, I concluded that this continent did not extend any farther west. If I wanted to continue west, I needed a way to cross the ocean.
If I was traveling solo, I could just jump in the water and start swimming. But Lightning was with me, and I couldn’t ride her across the waters. As the sun rose on a new day, I made a decision: I would build a land bridge across the Orange Ocean and ride Lightning across. I made this decision without any knowledge about how big this ocean was. Maybe the land bridge would only be a couple hundred meters long.
Or maybe the ocean was tens of thousands of meters wide.
I had no way of knowing.
What I did know, though, was that I needed supplies. Fortunately a populated forest of birch trees grew next to the ocean shore.
I built a shelter and put Lightning in a pen, then went to work.
I took my shovel and excavated the hillside. This dirt would make the perfect material for my land bridge. I spent all day hollowing out the hill.
Once I had several hundred blocks of dirt, I began construction on the bridge.
I stared out into that ocean, wondering if this was the right move. What if this ocean really was tens of thousands of meters wide? Was I embarking on a foolish journey that would consume months of my time? Would I break my back in the process? And all for what? Some arbitrary goal of traveling west at all costs?
My mind was filled with doubt was I laid block after block, one after the other. My face was constantly turned to the ground, making sure each block was placed correctly. I also wanted to avoid falling into the water. Even though I could swim, this ocean was salty and cold.
Soon I could no longer see my shelter. From horizon to horizon to horizon to horizon all I saw was water. I ran out of material at the end of the day. I lit torches along the bridge and deliberately trudged home.
Once I got home, I realized that dirt was not a suitable material for the land bridge. While it was easy to excavate, it took up space in my inventory. Wood, on the other hand, took up less space. A stack of 64 blocks of birch wood could be crafted into 256 blocks of birch lumber: 1 block of raw wood to 4 blocks of lumber. I spent the next several days clearing the forest of birch trees. Once the trees were gone, I replanted them, keeping the environment sustainable. The work was long and tedious, but after a couple days, my inventory was filled with birch wood.
I carried over 3,000 blocks of material. Now I could construct a very long bridge until I needed to go home to resupply.
At the end of day 51, I reached land! I had crossed the Orange Ocean! The land bridge was almost exactly 2,000 meters long; I had plenty of material left over. I constructed a simple gate to mark my arrival. I dubbed the land Enchantia. Now all I needed to do was walk back, find my horse, gather my supplies, and then cross that land bridge one last time.