Seven witches are destroying this world by raising an army of undead warriors. My job is to hunt and kill them. 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.
After constructing a land bridge across the Orange Ocean, I finally reached land, a place I named Enchantia. I constructed the bridge with thousands of blocks of wood. My body, encumbered with so much timber, was unable to carry my vital and important supplies. All my weapons and treasures were left at the Eastern Continent, along with my horse Lightning. My first order of business was the cross the land bridge a second time, to go back to retrieve my effects.
It took me all night. I was exhausted, and my feet were cracked and blistering. I foolishly left my sword and bow at home, so I had only my axe to protect me. Fortunately, I made landfall around noon without incident.
I raided my chest, grabbed all my valuables, and set Lightning free. This land bridge was for her. If I didn’t have Lightning in my care, I could’ve swam across the ocean. I’m not saying that would’ve been easy, but it would’ve been quicker.
Lightning timidly stepped onto the bridge, careful not to fall in the water. After she tested it, making sure it would hold our weight, we set off.
I crossed the land bridge a third and final time, this time on the back of Lightning. We rode hard, and I arrived at Enchantia in half the time. Night was falling, but that’s okay. Before we continued our quest to hunt witches, we would rest for a few days and recover our strength.
Before I could sleep, I needed a bed. And before I could make a bed, I needed wool. I tied Lightning to my triumph gate and began to explore the dark continent, hoping to find sheep.
My relief at finally making landfall was short-lived. I was attacked by hordes of mobs. I slayed spiders and skeletons and zombies. I killed everything that got in my way, and before long, my cold skin was warmed with the splattered blood of my foes.
I could not rest yet. Before I knew it, I stumbled upon a witch!
I wasn’t prepared for this! How foolish of me to think that my witch-hunting quest could be suspended while I rested and regained my strength! Evil never sleeps, so why should I expect it to play by my terms?
I pressed on. I slayed the witch from a distance, firing arrow after arrow into her. I didn’t even let her speak. I never got her name.
I went to inspect the body, but as usual, the body dissolved in acid within seconds. I never got a moment to process this victory–soon a second witch appeared in my sights!
I guess I should be grateful that I was having so much success. But my brain too foggy to understand, or care. I slayed that witch with tempered precision.
Five witches dead. Two more remained. My quest to rid this world of the cause of evil was nearing completion.
Before I could continue, I really needed sleep. I ventured into the forest, away from the mobs, and finally found a herd of sheep.
Dawn was rising by the time I gathered materials for a bed. Before building a shelter, I wanted to explore this land a little further. I needed to make sure it was safe to bed down. Two witches in close proximity did not bode well. What were they doing here? Were they trying to reestablish a coven? This place did not look like a desert, yet they clearly had undead with them. Did they bring them from elsewhere to resume their dark arts?
Perhaps they’d heard of my reign of anti-terror and fled Eastern Continent like I did, bringing their undead source material with them. If that was the case, there might be a second land bridge close by. I must keep my eyes peeled.
My progress through the forest was slowed, though, by Lightning. The foliage was too thick to ride through, so she walked beside me. Somehow she found a way to climb trees, something I did not appreciate. This wasn’t the time to be screwing around.
I left the forest and headed west. Within a minute, I reached water. I went south, then east, then north, each time finding more water. By late afternoon the fog of my brain was wiped and I realized my problem.
I was on an island!
This was an island of the dead, not a new continent. As I circled back to my arch of triumph, I felt weak and defeated. I found a pumpkin patch, once again carved by a witch with the mocking faces of jacks.
By nightfall I found my land bridge. My hopes of finding a new land died. I had come all this way, was immediately attacked by undead, and almost killed. I did fell two witches, but that victory was of little solace at the moment. I renamed this land Disenchantia.
I couldn’t sleep yet. Before I could continue my quest, I needed to head farther west.
I needed to build a second land bridge.