The Kingdom of Creativity

Prologue:

In the rich and varied lands of the Minecraftia world, two populations lived peacefully. Minecraftia was a huge and cubic island, filled with arid land or lush forests. Several cities dotted this land, in which the Minecraftians lived. Minecraftians were normal people, living in these many villages built by these. They fought day and night to survive and enjoy the life that was offered to them. These people developed using natural materials and made new objects with them. Opposite, or rather, above these lands stood a city or lived the creatives. Citizens with a gift that allows you to open an inventory that contains all the components of this world. They built all that they passed through their heads, so that this city was formed. Everything began, one night, in torrential rain, two people headed for a small village in the country. They ran to a farm where they rushed and knocked at the door. They had no more time … Then they put down a wooden basket, and put a little paper over the wool that was inside. They resumed the road under the storm which had broken out. The years passed, the child that the farmers had welcomed, grew up. He was 5 years old and he has a friend, a friend Lama. But soon a destiny embedded in the life of this boy.

Chapter 1: The secret inventory

A young boy came out of the barn in which he had hidden himself. “Come on Luck!” We go to the pasture! cried the boy. -Brrr! replied the lama, gambolling towards the latter. ” The two friends had known each other for a long time and got along wonderfully. “Be careful Chris! -Yes mom!” The young boy went off in pursuit of the lamas who were browsing in the small enclosure next to the building. Chris had just turned 12, he was a shepherd and helped to keep his parents’ farm running good. Only, one day, these good times were going to be disrupted … Everything started a weekend, Chris was fishing with his friends … They decided to make a contest, the one who caught the rarest fish! “-Suzanne! Go ahead!! -I’ll do my best! replied a little girl with red hair. She took the fishing rod and headed for the pontoon. She sat down on the wet boards and threw the line as far as possible. For a few moments, Chris held his breath before marveling at the globe fish that fished his friend Suzanne. “You’re too strong Suzanne!” -How did you do to fish one ?! -An enchantment? -Magic?” Chris wanted to try to do better, he absolutely wanted to win this contest. He walked over to the fishing rod and grabbed it. Then he left for the pontoon and concentrated to send his line to the right place. As soon as the line was in the water, Chris remained motionless, like a statue … The line moved! He drew with all his might! He took something out of the water but did not see what it was, so he opened his inventory to see his prey. All the others rushed to see and to their surprise, an interface they had never seen. An inventory filled with different materials and rare items! “-Chris? H-How did you do that? “I don’t know.” The interface disappeared, they looked at him uneasily … as if they had broken a rule. They began to panic and ran to the town hall of the village. They suddenly entered the town hall and went to fetch the mayor. On their indicated a room and they and throughout the course, trailing Chris who did not understand what was going on. The group at the door, and a hoarse voice reply: “Enter.” “Excuse us … But on an emergency …” began Suzanne, trembling. -Our friend and an opening of an interface … weird … where there was plenty of materials! -An interface … odd? Whatever! Come on! Go out! ” They all frightened and escaped out to avoid rubbing the scary mayor. “I knew that this child hid something … I knew it from the day he was welcomed … I should have been wary … It is absolutely necessary to intervene …” muttered the mayor, anxiety. The evening came and Chris went home, his head full of questions. He pushed the door of the wooden house and went upstairs without greeting his parents. He entered his room and collapsed in his bed amidst the fluff and woolen cushions. What to do … What was this strange inventory that appeared before me? Chris thought. To change his mind, Chris rummaged through the drawers in her room. Toys, books, vials, he ended up falling on a paper that looked quite old. “We entrust this child to you, please take care of him … His name is Chris. Thank you very much.”