Trinity: A Minecraft Story, Chapter Two, Mountain to the North

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Story of Stein, Two

I remember waking to the leaf clutter gently brushing across my face, then continuing its path along the forest floor into little messy leafage collections. There was a crisp breeze blowing beneath the birch trees that brought a soft whistle, different than that of the morning birdsong. 

I woke alone. Rather than arriving to my feet in a panic, I gathered myself bit by bit, letting my senses return to me in full, keeping a careful ear open for any commotion. There was no commotion that morning. There was hardly a choice but for panic to be the absolute last option, so I strolled towards an area which had seemed promising. That it was. The body of fresh water all but a stone throw from my rest place had such stillness to its surface, despite the wind rustling the birch branches all around, the pond appeared unphased, without a ripple in sight. 

I spent a moment at the bank to wash myself off and drink of its water, disturbing the pond’s morning peace. Ahead to the north, beyond the woody hills, that same mountain from the day before laid in beauty’s wake with its white peak touching the clouds. If I were to find my brothers, if any had survived the night before, I thought it best to approach the greatest landmark in the region. I hoped they would share this same logic. And so, I trekked on. Through the forest, and up the hills. 

Story of Grun, Two

I woke in a tree, tucked tightly in its branches. How I got up there seems to have been my own doing, as I was alone that morning. Evidently, it was a safer alternative to the chilly ground. Before climbing down, I spent a moment to scout the area for any danger. I am quite grateful for that decision. 

Off in the distance, on the opposing hill towards the snow peak, was a lone tree that stood with such might. The tree was unlike any other tree of the region. And at its base, laid a sleeping figure. Well, I was not aware yet whether the figure had been sleeping or deceased. But as it always has, my curiosity had gotten the better of my judgement. 

Crossing over the valley took less of the morning that I had anticipated it to, I made exceptional time approaching the great tree. I thought that it had looked familiar. It was a great oak; it matched so closely to the one that would watch over our farm back home. Resting against the thick trunk, hands coated in dirt and a fresh mound beside him, was my brother Hai. 

I was nothing but grateful and ecstatic to see my brother, but was also very exhausted, as he was. My advance came unnoticed, so rather than waking him, I sat against the oak and settled my head on his shoulder. We would both sleep until Stein happened to find us just as I had found Hai. 

Story of Hai, Two

After spending most of that night digging a grave, I hardly slept. But there I laid, at some point after the dawn’s golden hour, drifted off to a deep sleep at the base of the great oak. I woke not alone, but back in the presence of my two brothers. Stein was before me crossing the meadow when his voice woke Grun and I, whom had his head on my shoulder; not a clue when or how he had gotten to me. 

Before I had slept the early morning away, I had gone about the region in search of any of my kin. A sign of life, anywhere perhaps. I was unsuccessful in my efforts, highly ironic considered that these two had both found me sat still beneath that oak.

Once pleasantries had passed, we conjured up a route through the unknown terrain. From my efforts earlier that morning, I described coming upon this stunning deep river valley. The river carved into the hills of either side, leaving behind these tall and washed away inland cliffs. The river could take us further north. 

The deep and dark woods were to our back, to the south. So, following the river with our eyes bound to the direction of the mountain would secure us a path away from the many dangers that lurked behind us. Thus, we did not stray far from the river valley, nor each other. 

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