➤ Chapter 6: "The First Storm"
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The sky was quiet when Ehsan woke—too quiet.
No birds. No wind. No rustling leaves outside his cabin window.
The stillness wasn't peaceful.
It was heavy.
He stepped outside, and the first thing he noticed was the sky: dull gray, thick with unmoving clouds. A haze clung low to the trees, and the light had a strange, pale quality to it. The kind that made even vibrant leaves seem muted.
"Something's coming," he muttered.
He could feel it—deep in his bones. In Minecraft, storms weren't just weather. They were a signal. A warning.
And if it turned to thunder... mobs could spawn even during the day.
He turned back toward the cabin.
Time to prepare.
Ehsan had never experienced a full thunderstorm in survival mode. He knew the mechanics—lightning strikes, occasional fires, charged creepers—but it was different when you were inside the world.
He went to work immediately.
First, the crops.
He harvested what was ready—three bundles of wheat, a few carrots, and one stalk of sugar cane. It wasn't much, but enough to hold him through a couple of rough days.
Next, the house.
He added a stone overhang above the door, reinforcing the wooden entrance. Then he double-checked the torch placement around the perimeter. Gaps meant danger. Darkness meant mobs.
He crafted extra torches and lit the underside of trees near his clearing.
He wasn't sure how long the storm would last—but he would not risk a creeper wandering in.
Inside, he cooked.
Two pieces of fish from his small pond. Some baked potatoes. He saved the bread.
He kept the fire going this time—not just for warmth, but for comfort.
Minecraft didn't simulate cold. But it simulated isolation. And fire helped.
Thunder rolled far off in the distance, a low growl like the earth itself clearing its throat. The sky grew darker, and the wind picked up. Leaves began to shake. The sound of rain hadn't started yet, but the forest already looked soaked.
Ehsan sat by the window and waited.
Then it came.
The rain.
Not gentle. Not rhythmic. But heavy. Loud. It struck the roof like a thousand tiny hammers and turned the forest into a blur of water and fog. Visibility dropped to just a few blocks beyond his farm.
He couldn't even see the birch trees.
Then came the lightning.
A flash lit up the entire sky. White, searing. For one split second, the entire forest looked like it had been turned to ash and bone.
Then the thunder came—louder now. Immediate.
CRACK–BOOM!
Ehsan flinched.
He wasn't afraid of weather. But here… in this pixelated silence, surrounded by wood and shadows… it was different.
He moved his bed away from the window.
Then he checked every corner of the cabin. Furnace—full. Chests—organized. Torches—lit. Crafting table—clear.
He paced, waiting for the thunder to fade.
It didn't.
In fact…
It got closer.
Suddenly, he saw it.
A flicker of movement beyond the farm fence.
A shadow.
He grabbed his sword and crouched near the window.
A skeleton.
Not far—only a few blocks from the sugar cane. Just standing there. Bow drawn. Arrows in its ribcage like jagged teeth.
"It's too dark," he whispered.
The storm had turned the world into a mob-spawning zone.
He watched the skeleton pace for a moment. Then, another flash of lightning revealed a creeper nearby—still, silent, just outside the torchlight ring.
His base… wasn't safe.
Ehsan acted fast.
He crafted a second fence and expanded the inner yard, placing torches every three blocks.
He set up a stone barricade around the front, just in case the creeper wandered closer.
All the while, the storm raged around him—rain loud enough to drown out footsteps, thunder sharp enough to rattle his thoughts.
He planted more torches. Checked every dark corner.
He didn't sleep that night.
By dawn, the storm faded.
The rain slowed. The thunder moved far off, into the mountains.
And the world… exhaled.
Skeletons burned in the distance. The creeper had vanished. Ehsan stepped outside into damp grass and a soaked sky, steam rising from blocks as sunlight touched them.
His farm had survived.
So had he.
But the lesson was clear.
He sat by the campfire, tired but proud.
[Day 5
Event: First storm
Impact: Mob spawn risk, low visibility, no damage sustained
Actions Taken: Reinforced lighting, expanded torch perimeter, maintained safety indoors]
He let the sun dry his clothes, then got to work with fresh eyes.
More torches.
More fences.
A proper watchtower—soon.
Because this was his home.
And no storm—pixel or not—was going to take it away.
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▶ To be continued...
Next Chapter: "A Mine Beneath My Feet"
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