Chapter 2: Silence
I've been flying for a while.
Based off the bedrock, I think I'm pretty fast. My wings are strong, their large surface area definitely helps to pull me across the gravityless landscape. It doesn't help the fact that I don't feel any closer to my goal, though.
The void, it's deafening silence above me, created a mock sky for the worlds I've pretended to fly through. The bedrock is the canvas for my imagination, it's surface littered with things I've recalled from my limitless mind.
The Overworld's trees and grass, the greenery brushing against the wind, leaves rustling and grass whistling. Expansive plains and mountainous mountains. Natural stone skyscrapers that carve the clouds with snow tipped brushes. Colorful plant life, vibrant enough to create dyes from, dot the bright green of plains and flower forests, creating art in the most unlikely places. A gorgeous blue sea of aqua, a place for many a creature to play. And the structures of old times and new, ones untouched by players for years. Temples filled with relics of lost peoples, and quaint villages thriving through sure will, their townsfolk happy to live a life without much adventure.
The Nether's lakes of liquid fire, a deadly yet beautiful glow emanating up from the floor. Red wastelands and valleys of soul and bone, a hard obstacle for anyone to conquer. Forests of red and blue mushrooms, inhabited by beasts likely related to pigs, whose homes are that of black stone and whose greed is insatiable. Fortresses of brick which hold the undead and their firery golems.
Even the End, with it's black dragon that protects the only escape from the pale landscape. Populated only by tall dark figures and their gravity defying homes, where one can earn wings.
But the silence is creeping up on me. It's suffocating, like the dust that surrounds it, but worse. There's no air to rush past my ears here, not a sound made from the beat of my wings. Only silence.
I want it gone. It my distress, I barely registered that I had reached my end point, and simply crashed atop the bedrock where I began clawing at the gray stone. For the first time in what felt like forever, because it probably was, I heard something. The scratch of claw against stone filled the void. The noise, although not pleasant, was better than the Void's suffering nothingness.
But every good thing must come to an end. The scrape of dragon claw against bedrock became less satisfying with each pass. The sound dulled down to background noise, but I didn't dare stop because the silence was worse.
I let my thoughts wander, and me reaching my end goal finally set in. I was at the center of the world. 0,0.
I was slightly saddened by this, it only felt like just a few minutes ago that I set the goal in the first place.
Wait.
My ear flicked in alarm as I heard muffled footsteps.
I stopped my scratching to place my ear against the wall. The footsteps paused, and were replaced by a soft yet bewildered voice.
"..... ......?!"
As hard as I might, I couldn't figure out what they were saying. The voice was cut off by a clang, and the footsteps returned at a quicker pace. But they soon faded to silence.
I hated silence, so I just continued my clawing.
