Chapter 1: Dust
It's odd. Being alone, I mean. You have so much time. And so little thoughts. But those thoughts become big thoughts, and eventually ideas.
I have no idea where I am.
It's dark. Very dark. And there's a heavy smell of dust. Like an old book.
I looked down. Or is that up? I can't really tell, but it's at my feet. I didn't have feet before though, I'm sure of that. Actually, I'm sure I didn't have thoughts before, either. I don't think I existed a few moments ago.
But back to my feet. Which is a weird thing to say.
They're claws. Like dragonish claws. And they're a dusty gray. Like the dust around me. Was that always there?
The dusty gray scales eventually fade to pale skin on my legs. Which then fades back to scales on my thighs. That seems to be a theme across my body. Scales to skin to scales. My arms are like that. My torso is covered in the textured scales, my belly and small of my back being the only things exposed.
I reached a clawed hand to my face. Although I couldn't see it, I knew it was dusted with scales as well. A few along my cheeks, that probably looked like freckles, and more that creeped along my ears. They were long and elf like, which fit the otherworldly aura I have going. My hair was light and fluffy, and dragging a lock in front of my face revealed that it was a dark gray, similar, yet darker, than my scales. It wasn't long, per say, but it definitely wasn't a buzz cut, thankfully. Small horns the same color of my scales, more dusty gray, poked out of my hair. I wondered briefly what my eyes looked like before moving on. Probably gray.
I turned behind me. Although I previously felt my back for scales, I wasn't quite sure what to expect back there. It definitely wasn't large bat like wings and a reptilian tail. But I'm not complaining. I tested the unfamiliar limbs like I tested the first four.
There was another odd sight behind me, though.
A wall, maybe a ceiling, or perhaps a floor, I still can't tell, spread out indefinitely. It was another shade of gray, matching closely to the shade of my scales. Bedrock.
Bedrock?
What is bedrock? My mind had supplied the word out of nowhere, and yet it was unfamiliar. A wave of new info hit me as I inquired.
Bedrock, a block that cannot be broken by most mortal means, and blocks the player from accessing the void.
I was startled, to say the least. I hadn't known my mind could do that. It doesn't seem normal to just know info at the press of a theoretical button. But, I mean, it doesn't seem normal to have scales litter your body, or to just appear out of thin air, so I really shouldn't judge.
There were more unfamiliar words too. Player and void. Curiosity got the better of me.
Void is just the stuff I'm floating in. It suffocates players if they fall deep enough in it. Which is odd, because I'm not falling. It's also under the Overworld and End, and surrounds the Nether. I'll look at those words later.
Player, on the other hand, came back with two separate answers. The first one was people who inhabit the world of Minecraft and can manipulate it using various means. They live indefinitely through respawn, which recreates them at their set spawn whenever they're killed.
The other answer was me.
So, I'm a player?
That seems strange. I don't think players are created in the "void" with dragonesq features and dusty scales. It just, doesn't seem correct.
I fluttered my wings to get closer to the bedrock wall. It felt rough like sandpaper, yet again similar to my scales, leading me to believe that they may be made of this "bedrock" stuff. Which I suppose makes sense for a being made from the void.
I briefly considered going further into the void, as this bedrock stuff doesn't seem all that interesting, but something caught my attention.
A small, nearly unnoticed tug.
The tug wasn't physical, It just felt like I should go in a seemingly random direction parallel to the bedrock. Like the universe was trying to push me in the direction of adventure. Like this bedrock stuff was an important obstacle and this was the way past it. The way out of the void.
I smiled. This void place was starting to get boring after all, so might as well take a chance.
I flew towards freedom.
