A New Beginning: A Change of Character

[doggypwn]

((foreword: I felt it was appropriate for me to do this as I've been very inactive as of late, and this is to revive my days of minecraft with something new and exciting. Thank you, everyone.))

CHAPTER 1: The Dream

Present day Kiwike.

Felakgundu, one of the oldest beings of the Kiwike world as a whole, had been working for many days and nights on his small town. Little progress was ever made, as he was very prone to procrastination and had trouble keeping his attention fixed on certain things. However, this small town nor his mental capability are why we are here.

Felakgundu, after one of his few days of prolonged work and focusing his attention sat down and thought to himself "I am far too old for this work, my days must be numbered at this point... Ah well, still work to be done, and I've lived quite the grand life, few of any race can say they've lived quite as I have, save the elves."

He decided to take a lengthy nap as he was extremely tired after hauling lumber and laying brickwork all day. While he dreamt, he saw his half-brother Suba who he had barely ever talked with, and his homeland far away, and all of his friends pass by in a blink of an eye, but as they passed by they all turned away and walked toward the horizon, eventually dissolving into dust on the wind as they walked.

Then his dream took an even more interesting turn, and he fell into a deep darkness, so bleak he could barely see his own hands. Then there was a light, very faint, in the distance that he was drawn towards. He walked, or more appropriately glided along unconciously toward the light with a burning curiosity. When he made his way to the light at last, he saw that it was some form of glowstone in a small glass container on the tip of a metal pole. What he saw next scared him half to death.

His long-dead childhood friends, in a horrible twisted form, came out of the darkness. Portions of their skin were rotten away, organs exposed, and they shambled forward like the other zombies of this world. Felakgundu tried to back away, gawking in horror at the hideous sight in front of him, but his feet were stuck as if plastered to the ground. The horrible forms advanced towards him, and they raised their arms and swung at Felakgundu.

Just then, as the ends of their fingers touched his skin, he awoke gasping for air in a cold sweat, in his chair in front of his cozy fireplace which had been roaring all through the evening and into the morning. Felakgundu got up and cluthced his right arm in the spot where the monsters in the dream had touched him, and he felt a searing pain that made him stagger. Now Felakgundu, as you know, is a dwarf of very tough stuff and is afraid of nothing in this entire realm, but the dream he experienced was true fear, as he could do nothing at all to help himself.

CHAPTER 2: The Beginning of the End

Felakgundu was truly concerned with this dream, mostly due to the horrible fear he'd experienced, so he went into his study and looked for any books on the subject of dreams or magic that may help him see what this dream might mean. He found several books on dreams but no magical tomes concerning the subject. He however found nothing that helped him find what this dream could possibly have as an underlying meaning, so for a long while he left it to stir in his mind.

One day, while he was out walking through the woods to go logging to continue construction and keep the fires going, he found a glen. It was just becoming evening, and soon darkened to a great point, so dark that it was almost like the dream in the fact that it was a thick darkness and ate at the very soul. Soon the monsters began coming out, and Felakgundu retreated back toward his town.

Very little was left for him to do when he was caught in a valley with three of the creatures called creepers. He drew his sword and charged through the creepers with a battlecry. He cut down two of the vile things, but the thrid had just enough time to set itself off and threw him down the road back towards his home, but he still had enough power underneath him to make it back, limping, to his home. That was when he realized he was becoming very old indeed, so aged and decrepit that he could no longer take one measly blast from those horrid things without extreme pain ensuing.

After a long sleep, Felakgundu awoke from another dream of himself becoming another person. This one seemed very real indeed, so real he almost thought it had happened when he awoke. He took no mind of it though, as he had work to do in his town. He also felt compelled to investigate where he'd been the other day when he was out logging. He went out and found the clearing, which nearby had a cave opening. Felakgundu felt a strange feeling about the cave, but he ignored it as just irrational ideas popping into his head. Felakgundu went back to his home and found his strongest armor, then went back to the cave fully armed and went exploring.

CHAPTER 3: The Cavern

Soon after Felakgundu entered the cave, a section behind him collapsed in multiple layers. He tried digging out, but it was very thick debris and he had a hard time clearing it. He decided to walk further into the cave, and soon noticed the cave was ludicrously dark, even with his torch burning very brightly. As he descended, it became even darker, and almost got to his sense of panic, but he proceeded onwards, deeper and deeper, slowly toward his eventual demise.

While fighting a monster of the deep, Felakgundu's torch went out and plunged him into an even deeper darkness, through which even his keen dwarven eyes could not pierce fully.
He stumbled around for a moment, but eventually found a flat area of the cavern to sit down and let his eyes adjust to the total darkness and take a moment to think about what to do. He sat down, and not soon after he noticed a light in the distance. He walked toward it, and noticed it was the light from the first dream, the glowstone shard encased in glass atop a metal pole.

He stood next to it and contemplated what it could mean, when suddenly he heard a noise behind him. He stood rigid and turned around slowly, and what he saw next horrified him just as it had in the dream. It was the twisted forms of his old friends, comrades, cohorts, rotten and corrupted as zombies. He tried to step back, gawking in horror, and he had no explanation for how they came to this land, but by some dark magic they were here.

Felakgundu felt like running and hiding, but he couldn't move a muscle. All he could do was wait for the end to come. The horrible forms advanced toward him, slowly shambling over, and when they eventually reached him, Felakgundu knew his fate. He could do nothing but keep a straight face and wait.

CHAPTER 4: The End of His Days

When the twisted forms of his past aquaintances finally reached him, he thought they may be some trick of his aged mind and that they might not hurt him, but that small hope was merely an illusion, for deep down he knew it was his time to pass on. The monsters began tearing apart his flesh, until he had extensive wounds from scratches to deep cuts and mortal wounds.

Felakgundu was released from the horrible hold he was in when the monsters finished their work, and he slumped over on the ground wondering why this had happened or how. His last act was the most sensible thing he could do; he used the last of his energy to teleport himself back to his home, straight to his bedside. After some rest, he had just enough energy left that he could call upon a very dangerous and little-known spell that he had learned from a great dwarven mage from his homeland while he had been travelling and looking into the arcane.

This spell took all of his remaining power, but it did something that even the immortal races would be amazed by. He was bathed in a blinding blue light that didn't end for a long while. This light was rejuvinating and with a great power rebuilt his body, healing all his wounds entirely. The only downside to this spell was that it changed his body as a whole, and he became a much different person in appearance.

CHAPTER 5: The Rebirth

When Felakgundu awoke from the ethereal sleep the spell had induced, he felt very well rested and full of energy. He stood up and walked over to his mirror, and saw himself changed and very different from what he'd expected. His appearance was now human in nature, and he was quite a good deal taller than his former self. He also noticed he was rather young, about twenty years old by the looks of it. He was fascinated by the change that he had undergone, and was very glad it had worked so well.

He went and found some new clothes in his wardrobe that fit his new body more (not to mention his old clothes were very ragged from the many years he'd worn them and all the beating they'd received), and he found something he thought would fit his appearance well; a nice twede jacket with leather patches, a white undershirt, a very long and colorful scarf, and an old pair of brownish-grey pants, as well as a brown pair of shoes. Then he set out...

For his future.