"A-And you know what, Azura pisses me off too"
"You don't say."
"Sh-she's just too, smart. And too Pretty"
"You think I'm pretty Patrick?"
"....Azura, wh-when did you get here?"
I've been making random Minecraft drabbles between classes, and I really liked how this turned out! It's only somewhat edited, there are definitely some problems, and it's my first time posting any sort of fanfic in years!
Journal Entry ###
Golems
There are many odd creatures in the Overworld. The mythical pink sheep, the beast summoned Illigers, and whatever Phantoms were when they emerged in the night. These creatures only have a photo or two. Some were fortunate enough to secure a paragraph, depending on the journal in which they were published. My old diaries had nothing but a sentence to describe the confusing beasts.
I canāt say these mobs are not interesting because they are, but the mobs that fascinate me the most are the crafted ones. The machines that snap to life once a jack-oā-lantern is placed down live by simple orders and little interest. Crafted mobs and their mysterious recipes are only a small part of why they are my favorite.
The Iron Golem was one of the first, or so our records say, to have an official crafting recipe in the year 121. It wasnāt long before the recipe was printed and spread across the biomes.
Iron golems are so integral to our way of life now that the recipe is taught to children as young as 5 years old in most villages. I donāt believe itās a smart decision, but our village hasnāt had a problem with it yet, so I suppose I canāt complain.
What many others and I find most admirable about Iron Golems is their strength. They fight every mob considered a threat. And due to the community they protect help with whenever heavy lifting is needed. They are also, beyond our understanding, kind and enamoured with nature.
Of course, thier love of flowers and great strength pales in comparison to their goal. All golems seemed to have a shared goal or purpose the moment they burst to life. Protect the villagers. After a few days, you could expand on those orders like āSave the children, help the farm, break walls, etc.ā The commands are endless, but you get the point. Despite how much other librarians and I have looked into it, there isnāt a known cause or reason why.
The more I recall, the more it makes me want to learn more.
However, the one flaw, or rather what I consider a flaw, is how slow the repairs are. Iron Golems must stand and wait, as blacksmiths spend hours smelting iron cores and patching up the Golem. Then, wait about 6 to 7 hours for it to be sturdy enough to fight again. And because of their goal of protecting others, they must be locked down, just to ensure their wounds properly heal over time.
This repair system is exactly why our larger village has around 4 to 5 Iron Golems while other smaller villages have around 1 or 2 at most.
Despite everything I knew about Iron Golems, and their younger siblings made of snow. For a while, I longed for something that would change or something new could be made from the mobās existing recipe. And for a while, I accepted that snow and iron were all we had.
Until yesterday.
The other day, I decided to venture out from our village borders and collect some flora for the community garden. I had left the village in months, so I had an Iron golem act as my guard for the short journey. I canāt remember who, but one of the village children named it Ryan, and I should address him as such. Iām not sure why they were so insistent about his name until the mobs simply refused to acknowledge my orders unless I used his name.
Those children were creative and stubborn, I could see how the latter trait imprinted on him, so for the whole day, I had to address the Iron golem as Ryan.
It wasnāt so bad, it was a peaceful walk, then just a few blocks away, I spotted it. A small and odd figure in the bushes. Ryan did not seem to react at all, even after I pointed it out to him. So I decided to take a leap and invest. I can not even put into words my excitement once I realized that the figure wasā¦.
A small Golem statue!
I hadnāt seen anything like it before! Iāve seen grand builds and small figures made from chiseled bits, but Iāve never seen one as large or as articulate. Its legs were tangled up, almost like someone used vines to hold it down instead of using a simple lead.
The statue was tiny, around 1 block high, with arms twice as long as its body and stubby legs. What perplexed me the most was the color. Snow Golems are made of snow, Iron Golems are made of Iron. White and Light grey, respectively. It made sense, given the blocks that made up their bodies, but green?
It was too rough to be made of lush moss; it had some weight to it, too, I estimated about half a stack of Iron, and its color was pale green dulled compared to an emerald block's bright hue. It had to be the oddest statue Iāve ever come across.
At least I thought it was a statue, it was only when I accidentally pulled on the arms, it moved! Well, it barely moved, underneath the vines, some sort of brown residue under its arms kept it stuck in place. There was a squeak as I moved his other arm in a similar motion.
I needed a few moments to express my excitement. Soon after.
A real new type of Golem! I called Ryan over to lift the small guy and take him back home with us! It had to be a new recipe, along with some new type of ore! And when thereās a new ore, that means thereās even more items to discover. And I would be the first, I might be the first known journalist to have discovered a new mob and figure out its crafting recipe!
I canāt wait to learn more about it. And who knows. Maybe once Iām done and hopefully confirm itās safe, I might let village kids name it? No, Iāll figure something out later.
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