[just saying, I took inspiration from other Mc fanfics like how someone might spawn in ect ect, sorry if I take ur idea. Just know that means I like it and I'm using this as a disclaimer, I don't own Minecraft, that belongs to Mojang. On with the decript]

In the warring tribes of the land Crystonia, Kings and Queens look for as many allies as possible agented the mobs.

The tribes of the jungle, tribe Roco, lead by King Bram and his son, Prince Ronan, fiercely battle the zombie tribe, Bones, led by King Zombie, Flesh.

The tribes of the desert, tribe Sphyna, (sf- win- ah), Led by King Smith and Princess May, battle the husk tribe, Husk, led by husk King, Dust. (Not the brightest bunch of chaps, mind you)

There are many more tribes, but let's not list them. the many tribes are all governed by King Connor and Queen Ella, with their twin kids, Prince Austin and Princess Alex. (Just the lot of players with spoils of nonexistent war, utterly good for anything else than resting on their laurels on lavish thrones, those spoiled brats)

Now, the only ones NOT allied are the tiny villages of, well, villagers. They survive barely, on the wheat and carrots they grow, and hiding indoors when monsters come around. Nobody cares for them. Newborn players harvest their wheat and steal their hard-crafted iron items. Because iron golems are becoming scarce, zombie attacks are becoming more and more frequent, and turning the npcs into zombies is the only thing happening to them. (Although villagers are hardly non-player-characters, the offense!)

There has been a virus going around, and now, when a player gets killed by a zombie, they turn into a zombie player, forced to be killed by others.

The creator of the world is long dead, killed in hardcore mode. Nobody knows of who now owns the world, but they assume King Connor owns it now.

The truth is, even Connor doesn't know who it belongs to, it belongs to some aimless other character. (We know now, but, that would ruin the tale) [shut up!] (jeez ok! Calm your head down!) [don't you mock me in that British tone of yours!]

With the warring tribes at it again, and the zombie virus going around, new spawns aren't safe. If they're lucky they spawn into a tribe, around their sacred beacon, one gifted to each tribe by the creator, but if they're not, they end up spawning near a mountainside with lava and other nasty things.

One day, a girl, spawned straight in the heart of the biggest villages there ever was, surrounded my big monstrous mountains on all sides. The only exit was a piston system that only the elder golem knows. This girl soon became the first female villager, and this, is how her, er, my, adventure begins.