In the distant lands of Minecraftia, there stood another solitary kingdom. It stood tall, sturdy, enclosed by a hefty trench of deep-sea water. Townsfolk roamed about the dusty, lamppost lined street. Myriads of topiaries were situated in a particular pattern, swaying gently in synchronization to the mild, cool morning breeze. Markets were widely spread around the kingdom, populated densely with traders, merchants, customers and dealers, making the markets the liveliest area of all.
In the center of the kingdom, a pearl-white and crystal shiny fountain complimented with the surrounding markets. Streams and spurts of clear water being shot out constantly shimmered under the warm morning sunlight. Stone benches circled around the fountain, hardly anyone then one or two exhausted fellows sat there basking under the sun.
Dozens and dozens of settlements, both rural and urban, littered neatly across the serene kingdom. The settlements were occupied with random and somewhat interesting conversations that any secret could be effortlessly exposed to the public.
A bakery was situated just next to the markets, smells and fragrances of freshly brick oven baked pastries fuelled the fresh air. An extensive queue awaited just outside the pastry packed bakery, stretching so lengthily that it had to make a bend to continue even further.
Traditional farms sat alongside the border, further spicing up the kingdom’s vastness. The farms were blooming with crops, obviously a bountiful harvesting season for the farmers. These farms had a plethora of crops, each having its own unique and loud color, making the kingdom look like a crown jewel from a bird’s eye view. Barns there were full of animals – pigs, sheep and cows. All of them appear so well fed, probably due to the arrival of farm animal competitions.
In the exterior, the outskirts of the kingdom, several gold mines were dug. Some seemed to be actively used; the others appear to be abandoned. Sounds of pickaxes hammering either stone or ores could be perceived even from a mile away. Even further out, lived the lumberjacks. Lumberjacks were the lowest of the lowest. In order to make a living, one has to significantly harvest tons of trees, also comprising replanting them. Some lumberjacks even rely on “Drug dealers” to additionally elevate their incomes; bonemeal is what they are using these days. If one lives near the borders of the kingdom, he or she could hear trees falling occasionally, as if a colossal giant had stumbled over a great ravine.
Life in Etherelia was simple and elegant.
