Everyday, we do the same thing. Wake up when the sun rises. Work in the fields watching the crops grow. Then go to sleep when the sun sets. Such is a life for a farmer.
Travelers say that up in the kingdom, they have lights to keep them working longer. Lights to keep the monsters away.
But, down here, we manage anyway possible. Torches fulled by charcoal burned in our small furnaces. Swords made out of wood to protect ourselves. Protect ourselves from the monsters.
There are many monsters with many names. The ones that bother us the most are the huge spiders that climb over the fences and hide in the tall grains. A good friend of mine was lost to a spider.
Spiders may be bad in all, but the worse ones to encounter are creepers. If you get too close they explode which destroys crops and precious land.
The king of the castle taxes us more heavily if we lose land or crops. It doesn't help that the taxes are really high anyway. They take away most of our food leaving barely enough to feed a small family. We starve everyday.
I once heard a farmer went nuts and ate zombie flesh. Zombies are another monster that roams in the forests. No one is quite sure where they came from. The priests says that they are our ancient relatives come to destroy us.
There is one monster who is a blessing. I have only heard legends of people killing it. They say if you grind up its bones it makes an instant fertilizer. They call the beast the bowmen of the farmers.
But anyway, a group of travelers rode into our village today. They wore leather armor but they say they are from the desert. A very dry and sandy place.
They spoke of how a god led them here to find his daughter. The god's name was Herobrine. I have never heard of him before. Us farmers worship the natural spirits that flow through the rivers and dance through the trees.
The king however does call himself a god. His name is Notch by the way. Says his power can call the rain and the sun. No one should have such a power for it disrupts the nature of this world.
These travelers say that their god, Herobrine is the true god. He grants them water and animals to survive and protects them from invaders. Sounds intersting. I wonder what his daughter is like.
The priest is speaking to them right now. He seemed really worried when I saw him last. Something about a prophecy and brothers.
Oh, by the way, the name is Altair. It sounds like a guy's name but I am a girl. They found me in the grains. No one knows about my family. My friends jest that I was abandoned by nobles because I was too ugly. Which is totally not true.
The sun is setting so it is time to gather the last crops. Crops grow fast here due to the nature spirits. Once I am done, I will fall asleep in the fields and listen to the wind blowing through the land.