The First Crafting

Today was the night, the day the Mobs would take down the
Warrior, who was this Warrior you ask? Well this warrior was a mighty foe and
was always on the run from the mobs, He could dodge and could take some arrows
to the chest, he was a super soldier, and some called him a spartan, yet he
lacked the armor to be one, he still acted like one. Luxe Dues Faye was his
name, or for short. 
L.D Faye. Faye has loads of armor on and was the type to
kill in blood and scream at the sky that he was immortal, He wore a bandanna
around his face and carried iron swords despite the low strength, players
feared they would end up not waking up the next time they saw him, many acted
nice and some tried to poison him, and he did get poisoned once, and in fact,
he is still suffering from it. A Black Robed priest named The Scroll master had
mixed up a concoction of wither effects and poison and put it in a bowl of
mushroom stew serving it to Faye. 
Faye has escaped his fate that day, and 20 weeks later, Faye
still is suffering, though it looks as If he’s fine and going through the
motion, he would get weaker every day, and usually he would be able to fight 13
mobs at once, but now he could only fight 4, a regular player’s limit, and it
was just getting started, the Scroll master’s potion was strong and was killing
Faye, Faye crafted a torch and placed it in a cave on the side and sat down by
the wall, smelling the iron melting in a furnace.
He sat down and munched on a
piece of steak while soothing his injuries from the 4 skeleton’s who tried to
massacre him in the night’s skies. Faye had to sleep, and he hadn’t in half a
month, well almost half. Faye did not know, that Phantoms who smell insomnia
and feed on the flesh and blood of those who stay awake for more than half a
month, Faye was 2 days away from the Phantoms making their mark, Faye had once
seen Phantoms kill someone before, but he had forgotten.
Faye took another bite of the steak and grabbed his shield
and iron sword and began walking out of the cave. As he walked out, 5 skeletons
peeked out of the corner and nodded at each other aiming their bows, they
looked at each other and rattled their bone heads in synchronicity, and in an
instant, more skeleton began crawling from the hole on the side of the cave,
over 20 skeletons stood in line under the small breathable shades of trees.
Faye had begun chopping down the dark oak trees using a wooden ax. A shot was
fired, and Faye was hit, Faye moaned as the arrow pierced threw his flesh. 
The skeletons saw that he was weak, and in sync ‘they all
fired their arrows, ambushing Faye, Faye tried to block off as many using his
shield, but the skeletons kept coming, from each side they fired and fired, and
Faye was hit more than once until he dropped his shield and decided to let fate
catch up with him. “Never seen a beast turn into such a weakling,” a Skeleton
said to another.
Faye began bleeding out, and he got more nauseous, he opened
it once more to see an Axe land on his head, and he was dead. The skeletons
cheered, “Come to think of it, what’s so special about him, he’s just another
player that has been killed by us” a Tall skeleton said while dragging the body
trailing blood. They threw his body in a pool of water instantly coloring the
water red. 
The skeletons grabbed the arrows from there back and walked
back into the hole in the cave near Faye’s cave. But this couldn’t be it, could
it? Faye was dead this time. Time passed on and on and the water began to dry
up revealing a corpse of Faye. The head was being eaten but still visible enough
to tell it was Faye. A wandering trader passed through and noticed Faye. He had
been Faye’s great companion for 2 years, the trader sighed “No, No, FAYE! not
you, who did this!” The trader grabbed Faye’s head and dragged the corpse, the
skeleton body barely attacked dangled on from the head. “Alright Mo, I need you
to keep calm”, He threw the corpse on the Llama and they dragged on from the
Forest Faye died in and to a Cabin in the middle of the desert, where the
Trader would return to put his goods at.
He sat Faye down and looked through
his short cabin of books, “How to build a small Hut by Robinson, Steve’s only
world by Notch, Guide to bringing a corpse to perdition and back – Revised
edition. Little did others know, this wasn’t Faye’s first time dying, and it
wouldn’t be his last, if it weren’t for the trader, Faye would be dead. Now
threw the years, many traders healed Faye and he was worshipped by others in
towns as they praised and called him a god, some challenged him to duels and
eventually lost, others secretly plotted and usually won, but Faye would keep
coming back.
Fast forward to now, this was the 20th generation
Wanderer, and this time, the spell would go wrong. Faye wasn’t hostile towards
everyone, only to people he didn’t like, and he had a mean side to him, but
really, he was just trying to be strong. The spell works in a few ways.
The right way (which has been used) will bring Faye’s flesh
back together stronger than before, giving enhanced abilities each time. The
bad way will cause the body to break itself down and construct itself creating
an image of a soulless emotionless being. If this were to happen, the person
would gain abyss like wings and contain white glowing eyes much like the legend
of Herobrine.
The wanderer spent the rest of the night healing Faye, and
the spell worked correctly. Or, did it? Faye awoke the next day greeting his
friend wanderer and being on his way again. Faye was stronger now. Faye walked
right out of the hut in the desert and stared at the bright sun which beat him
down for hours as he walked in the Sahara, he came across a group of tents’ and
decided to fall down and let the heat take him down and pass out hoping that
someone would save him from the heat. And in fact, they did save him.
From the heat……
Tied up and strangling, he felt a bucket of water being
dumped on him as a group of masked raiders stared at Faye knocking their wooden
shovels against there hands. They whacked Faye and tried to make him scream,
but Faye took it as a Real Player, and the wooden sword broke on Faye’s
face. One of them grabbed a diamond sword and tried to aim at Faye’s leg, but
Faye tripped him and used the little hand room he had to cut the rest of the
rope off. Once free, they all screamed and tried to scramble, Faye used a bow
that he had in his inventory and shot one of the raiders in an instant kill
shot. And he used the remains of the wooden shovel shards and stuck it up a
Raider's chin and then jumped up and slammed his head against a wooden bench,
smashing the raiders' brains everywhere.
Faye felt bad for doing this, but his other side told him
that he had to take them out or they would come back and do the something. One
of the raider’s wearing a green bandanna giddied up on a horse and took off
like the wind, there was a little marking on the bandanna that said H.J Omni. The
arrows Faye fired missed, and that Raider got away, but the rest of the
raider’s where killed, hanged, burned, and broken by Faye.
And that was just some victims he killed in his newest
rebirth and there would be more to come. Faye looked around for any marks on
him, but he didn’t find a single mark that would show he was touched, In fact.
Faye felt more powerful after killing those raider’s and it drove him to look
for some animals. 
Now there was a farm near the east of the campsite where the
raider’s where slaughtered, the farm was ruled by a person who believed only in
the Prophecy of the great Battle, where Notch will return years later to fight
a ruthless demon called Herobrine, and the farmer was taking many potions to
stay alive to see this fight, he lived for 200 years, despite telling people he
was only 60 years old, he was a long-time veteran and fought in the great mob
war, but he died later on those years, and left the field empty of resources. 
But
today that farm was a place where people would gather to do secret build
battles that required tactical detonation… and That was Faye’s next
destination.
END of Prologue
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