The sun is bright. Too bright.
I open my eyes to a spruce forest. It feels like an eternity before I finally sit up and survey my surroundings.
No more than six blocks from where I sit, the world opens up it’s maw to show a huge cave with spikes and glowing greenery. It takes me by surprise, the cave was nothing like what I’d seen before. Had I seen this before? Now that I think about it, I can’t really remember anything. It doesn’t feel right. So, I rummage through my inventory for any clues.
Five shulker boxes. And a notebook inside one of them.
A notebook! Yes! I plop down the shulker, opening it up quickly. I grab the notebook from inside, opening it up.
I hesitate on the pages. This doesn’t feel right. I set the notebook down and rummage through the other shulkers for any more info.
There’s some purple-dyed leather armor, but nothing else. I don the armor quickly, aware that the sun will set eventually. I might not remember a things, but I know how this world works. I hurry over to a tree and punch it down, gearing up with stone tools, a crafting bench, and a tiny shelter to sit in for the night. I place the notebook back in it’s shulker, before stepping towards the large cave. I don’t recognize a lot of what’s inside, but the ache in my bones say it’s a new update. I don’t want to question the devs, so I decide to explore.
A stream of water, coming from the direction of what sounds like the river, falls into a pool at the base of the cave, so I ride it down. As I look around, the little voice in my head tells me the area is called a lush cave. Glowing berries hang from the ceiling, and small pools of water litter the ground. In the near distance I can see stalagmites and what the voice tells me is deepslate. It’s beautiful, honestly. Little creatures - axolotls, says the voice - swim around my feet excitedly, like water puppies. I wade past them, further into the cave. I can hear mobs, so I make a goal of getting some iron before leaving for the night.
The ore is easy to find, although the second my pick made contact with the last of it, I hear an arrow shoot past my ear. I whip around just in time to see the death screen appear(a bolt of fear strikes me to the core for a solid second before I notice the respawn button. I don’t understand why).
I bolt up back at spawn. The armor is still on. /Gamerule Keep Inventory True, the voice tells me. However, I must’ve dropped the iron right before I died in that cave as it’s nowhere to be found. I groan internally.
I forgot how annoying skeletons are. About four deaths later, I escaped from the cave with my precious iron. Somewhere along the way, I ended up with some glowing ink sacs and a couple feathers. I wonder what to do next.
The feathers are heavy in my hand, feeling familiar, somehow. I look at the feathers, the ink, and then the crafting table. Almost in a trance, I retrieve the notebook from it’s shulker and attach the newly created quill.
That feels correct. The notebook is definitely mine.
I put it into my inventory. It feels too cold here, too dead. The cave is beautiful, but it doesn’t feel like home. I find myself wandering a little, my feet carrying me to the river.
I kneel down, and for the first time, I see myself.
I pull off the leather armor. My eyes are violet, my hair is honey blonde and reaches my waist. I’m wearing black leggings, brown combat boots, and a baggy lavender sweater that for some odd reason only has one arm.
My voice is cracked and dry, and I’m startled by it. Yeah. I’m Star. I’m Star, and I like the color purple, and I have a notebook. That’s all I know.
Then, I see the scar on my shoulder. It’s grey, instead of pink. A scar you get from Hardcore.
My last world must’ve been hardcore then. It sparks a memory, something I was told a long time ago.
When you die, you open your eyes to the void, reaching out to touch a new beginning. A new world will await you. Death may take away everything you’ve built and discovered, but it cannot take away the memories.
Dying in this world is only the end of a chapter. You will simply begin the next one.
So, if my last world was one of Hardcore, why did I wake up with nothing but five shulker boxes, a notebook, and a bad case of amnesia?
The sun went down an hour ago. I’m sitting in my small shelter, illuminated by torches. The notebook and quill are on my lap. I’d been thinking for a while.
This is where I am now. It seems that certain things trigger vague memories, but there’s nothing I can do. I don’t want to stay at spawn, the cave is pretty but 0.0 is cold and lifeless. I have that itch to explore, the the world is telling me to find myself. To find home.
I pick up the quill and title to book “Star’s Adventure Log”.
I open to the first page.
Day 1
Explored the cave at spawn, got some iron
and glow squid ink. Got wrecked by a skeleton
a good few times. I’m leaving though, I want to
find some snowy Mountains. This cave opens
into a massive lush cave with axolotls, it’s a
shame I’m leaving so soon. I’ll follow the river.
Yeah, that feels right. I’m not sure where the though of mountains came from, but it’s a good place to start.
