The sun shone brightly through the window that covered the whole wall in front of my double bed. I tossed the red blankets aside and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Wincing in the bright morning sunlight, I looked out the window to survey my kingdom. It was not a massive kingdom, but Cubeolot was my home. Passed down through the generations, it was made up of three towns: the main town named the same as the kingdom, a desert town called Revitia and a tundra town called Snowtown. I inherited the kingdom when my parents died, 8 years ago.

It would have gone to another official, probably their advisor, if only it was not for the war. That war killed every Minecraftian in the kingdom, except for me. However some Testificates survived and now make up the kingdom, however even the brightest of them can barely speak our language. Our contact with the rest of the world was destroyed in the war, and the rest of the world could very well have been destroyed since and we wouldn't know.

The last Minecraftian killed was a writer who had documented the whole thing. He was killed by a lone creeper after the battle which had defeated the Mob army and wiped out the whole population of Cubeolot. Except me.

As the princess, I was kept safe in an obsidian bunker deep underground. In it I had a small farm and many chests full of all I would need to survive down there. There were several diamond pickaxes scattered in several chests so I could dig my way out and also open another box next to mine in which the riches of my kingdom was kept. I was to wait until I got the signal, which would come from a safe house in the desert town, which was the last thing that writer did.

There was also a track next to the redstone signal line, along which he sent a cart containing his possessions, including his book. In it I could read of my mother and father, who were fading fast from my memory. He also sent my parents diamond sword, which he was trusted with before they…

This whole time I have been looking out the window and from one house of the edge of town, I see smoke rising. As Queen, it is my duty to protect my people, who really can barely protect themselves. I dash down the stairs which lead up to the royal bedroom and then jump down another set of stairs into the main foyer. Grabbing a few buckets of water from the storage room, I dash out the door, quickly ducking into the stable and mounting my horse, Alyssia. She is fast and we are soon on the other side of town in front of the burning building.

It was a simple home made of wood and cobblestone. It was only one story and housed a family of three, a couple and their son. Now the wood was burning, crackling fiercely and emitting particles of smoke which rose high into the air and spread in a thick fog. The fire had obviously started at the back of the house, as this was where there was the least wood as most had already turned into dust particles and only the cobblestone frame was left.

The Head Villager came towards me as I dismounted Alyssia and tied her to a nearby lamppost. He was by far the smartest of the villagers, and it showed in his fluency in my language and also his own. He was a born leader and for this they name him Baldwin.

"Queen Eulalia! Thank Notch you are here! It is a tragedy," Baldwin cried as he gestured towards the burning building. "Kevin is still in the building!"

Kevin was the couple's only child, and as a Testificate he wouldn't be the brightest thing. It may already be too late. Luckily I had brought with me a potion of fire resistance. I drank it in one gulp and it left a strange warm feeling in my mouth.

I burst through the door and frantically started looking around the house. It was far too common for houses on the edge of the village to be set alight by burning zombies, as the wall around the city had still not been fully repaired, particularly at the farthest end of the city, as it was considered more important to protect all the larger buildings.

The still half-in-existence building, unfortunately, had a cobblestone roof, which meant there was no chance for the smoke to escape and it created a thick smog inside. I could hardly see two blocks in front of me, so I started calling the boy's name.

"Kevin!" I called.

From the back of the building, or so I thought, I heard a tiny scream of "Help!"

I rushed towards the back of the building, following the noise. As I ran I yelled "Kevin! Kevin!" but never again did I hear a reply. I searched and searched, but I couldn't find him. I decided it was more important to try to save what was left of the building, and so I began to pour buckets of water on the building.

Soon, the building was put out and less than half remained. Luckily, the Testificate couple, named Mark and Mary, had collected all their important belongings before leaving the house. Except for the most important of all I thought as I looked around me.

The smoke was now clearing and as it did, I could see no trace of the boy, except for a bloodstained patch on the ground at the back of the house which was probably where he caught on fire and died.

I would say tears came to my eyes, but they didn't. I saw things like this happen ever so often, and as much as it made me sad to lose such a young life, I had been almost desensitised to their deaths.

When I exited the building, Mark and Mary's hopeful eyes looked up at me and all I could do was slowly shake my head and watch as their world crumbled around them. More Testificates had formed a crowd and I lead the mournful crowd to the cemetery on the outskirts of town.

"Today," I said, addressing the crowd, "we have lost a young life that was so full of hope for the future. I give my deepest regards to his mourning family and friends. But we cannot let this dampen our spirits and we must believe that there is a bright future on the horizon and that good will come out of this tragedy."

Then I laid down the tombstone and on it wrote:

Here lies Kevin

He was a brave and friendly young boy

May his soul rest in peace

For a while I tried to communicate with the family, using Baldwin as a translator. But it was not long until they had nothing left to say and I decided it was better to leave them to grieve. I walked back to their house and untied Alyssia from her post. I then rode back to the castle, putting Alyssia in the stable on the way.

Events like this always made me sad. I wondered if I would always be alone, with no one who could really understand me and be my family and friends. Baldwin was the closest thing I had to a friend, but even then he could never quite understand me on a deeper level. The stone walls of the castle felt like a prison cell, just a large one, but with no one to fill that space. On some wall hung paintings of great feasts, with many Minecraftians gathered around a table, all talking, singing and dancing together.

I grabbed some food from a chest, as all that firefighting had made me hungry. I decided on my favourite snack, cookies. I then retreated up to my bedroom, where I pulled a book from the shelf to read. It was called The Princess Bride and it never failed to make me smile.

However, as I read my mind wandered. If I had one wish, I thought, It would be to not be alone anymore. For another Minecraftian to find me and rescue me from my loneliness.

I looked out the window which I had looked out this morning. It was sunset now. But I saw something peculiar. On the horizon, I thought I saw a figure. There was a hill just behind the Town Walls, and on top of that was a silhouette of a person. In its hand was a sword, making it distinctly Minecraftian. I couldn't make out any of its features, but I knew it was looking at me too. I blinked and the shadow was gone.

Was that real? Did I really just see what I thought I saw? No, it's too good to be true. Wishes don't come true, I should know that by now.

It was a Sunday, so I had to check to stores for anything I might need. I helped supply many of the stores in town with ingredients, as well as things for my own use. I realised I was running out of bonemeal for the clothes store. I was planning on doing these things tomorrow, but now was as good a time as ever to go mob hunting.

Maybe I'll see the person behind the silhouette, I thought hopefully. No, don't be absurd.

I already had almost everything I would need, I only had to stop by the kitchen to grab some pork chops. Then I was out the door and into the night.

As I was going mob hunting I didn't take Alyssia, but instead took the railway system which had been created by my parents and I had repaired and expanded. It not only went in between towns, but also to other points of interest. For example, it even went to the massive void which was all I had left of my family and friends. It also went to an area near the desert town where there was a mine, called Rainbow's End Mine, which had hundreds of tunnels traveling in all different directions, each leading to rich deposits of all types of minerals, from coal to diamonds.

Near Rainbow's End was an area that was particularly good for mob hunting. It was an open plain with a forest on one side. The forest provided a consistent stream of mobs, without being overwhelming. It was a great place to get everything I need.

So I took the cart to the mine, enjoying the feeling of the wind running through my dark brown hair. If only I knew how much my life was about to change. For both the better and the worst. The cart pulled into the station and a climbed out and looked up at the rainbow my parents had created above the mine using wool and stained glass.

Drawing the royal family's diamond sword from its sheath which hung from my waist, I walk out into the darkness, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with a longing to sink the blade into a skeleton's empty ribcage or a spider's thorax.

Adrenaline rushed through my veins as I saw a zombie, still stumbling around mindlessly, unaware of my presence. I took the opportunity to leap up to it and remove it's head. Blood gushed from it's neck and as it turned around to attack it's assailant, I shoved the sword into it's chest, splashing blood on my leather armour, which I had worn for easy movement.

As it turned into foul smelling dust, an arrow whizzed past my ear and I quickly turned and grabbed my bow from my back, ready to duel. However, I was absolutely terrible with a bow. I fired and dodged, fired and dodged, but the skeleton didn't even need to move to dodge my arrows. Suddenly I heard a groan behind me and turned to see three zombies rising from the ground.

Great, I'm flanked.

I hurriedly shoved my bow back onto my back and then drew my sword once more, which still was dripping with the black-red blood of the first zombie. I slashed the first zombie's torso in half – it wasn't holding together by much anyway - and then sliced the others zombies' heads off simultaneously with a splash of blood. I circled around so that as they turned towards me they made a line and then drove my sword through them, creating a zombie kebab. Blood stained the grass underneath them and they fell off my weapon in a black dust.

I heard the clack of mandibles and quickly thrust my blade into the fuzzy thorax of the spider, giving my blade a twist just to make sure it as dead. Like the others it dissolved into dust that reeked of sewerage and death.

In my rush however I had forgotten the skeleton and I felt pain course though my body, running from just below my right shoulder, where there was a gap in my armour. Enraged, I rushed at the skeleton yelling, "How dare you shoot me you personified bag of bones! I know you have lots of pent up aggression as you have no body to complain to, but that doesn't mean you can shoot people when they aren't looking you coward!"

I viciously plunged my sword into its ribcage and then raised my sword through its chest cavity, knocking off the skeleton's head. It fell and turned into a cloud of dust with a hiss. A hiss?

"Oh dear Notch," I swore as I ran from the creeper which had crept up behind me. Just when I thought I couldn't be more stuffed, four more skeletons appeared, one from north, one from south, one from east and one from west.

'Could this possibly get any worse,' I mentally asked myself. The world took this opportunity to answer with a streak of lightning and a clap of thunder, followed by a downpour.

"Oh Nether."

The lightning struck again. Next to the creeper.

"Seriously? Seriously?!" I yelled at the sky as I ran from the creeper which was now surrounded by a blue glow.

I ran towards the north skeleton first, and quickly slashed through him (or her), then ran clockwise around the circle whist dodging arrows and did the same to the two other skeletons until there was one left. As I ran towards the final skeleton, I stumbled over a hunk of rotten flesh left from the zombie. I quickly got up and turned, hoping that I could damage the creeper enough for it to die before it exploded.

I stabbed my sword forward, plunging it deep into the creeper, who just looked at me with those hollow eyes and started to hiss.

Realising I had no hope of stopping it now, I pulled out my sword and ran as fast as I could.

KABOOM! I was pushed back, swirling through the air. All I could hear was a ringing in my ears. As I slammed into a tree I felt the arrow, which had been jutting out from just below my right shoulder, as it cut straight through my shoulder, causing blood to spew forth onto my crude leather armour.

Once the ringing died down a bit, I heard more groans, and the click-clack of bones., and through watery eyes saw to forms of various mobs all moving towards me.

'Well, I'm dead.'

As a felt the life drain from me I thought of my poor villagers, who would be utterly lost without me.

'Don't worry Mum and Dad, I'll be there soon.'

Just as my world faded to black, I saw I light, like from a torch, at around head height enter the clearing. I heard the death groans of zombies, skeletons, creepers and spiders.

Blackness enveloped me, but I still felt the sensation of being lifted from the ground.

Then nothing.