Hermitcraft Oneshots and Requests

People were really surprised when I said i did poetry, so I wanted to give this a try. It's been years, and I'm extremely rusty.

Based on "Hermitcraft Origins" by _adrilia_, a tribute to the first story I ever fell so head over heels for. Thank you, for an amazing story. And thank you for inspiring me to write :)
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Word Count: 725

Fate can bring the most unlikely people together.

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A story starts from different points
That then conjoin, a single road
The path it leads is a windy track
That isn't written in the code.

From far and wide, the people came
A portal led the way.
How or why, the stars aligned
No one can really say.

Some came from mountains, high above
While another, from the sea.
A pair fell down from up in the sky
To meet one common destiny.

In a forest stood a clearing
Where the trees would swing and sway
Where new faces then started to come and go
Each and every day.

From the hostile place they called the end
Emerged a man, wide eyed and bright.
Who searched and scanned to find a sign
Of his brother. And their plight.

Dragged from the ruins, a blonde boy stared
Being pulled against his will.
And watched the flames engulf his world
As everything went still.

A tired soldier stood on guard
A young girl by his side.
Two survivors of a tragedy
Where everyone else had died.

The first four had assembled.

Another fell, from the aether's grace
But felt happy nonetheless
For he was caught by a red clad man
Who he called his friend, the very best.

A doctor came, his body bruised
With features that looked grim.
Yet a weakened smile grew on his lips
As the young girl welcomed him.

Then came a man, with room to improve
Who would meet those that he wronged.
With experiments gone both right and wrong
A realisation would be dawned

The first conflict had been formed.

From the highest point up in the sky
An icarus began to fall.
His fragile wings torn beyond repair
The clearing hears his call.

From the lowest point down in the world
A storm begins to stir
A cracken forms and starts to shriek
A ship sank in the blur.

The first ten had now assembled.

With each new face, a friendship formed
And a new set of mistakes.
And with each new day, the conflicts staled
With an understanding in its wake.

A slime emerged, shy and new
With petals in his grasp
Led away from his swamp, with a gentle hand
He couldn't help but smile and laugh

The day went by, nuance yet dull
When the world began to rumble.
A portal ripped right through the sky
From where a tall man tumbled.

And another day, another face
Arrived, so bruised and scarred
With a similar story to one that had been told
In magic, vexes and that regard.

A poet approached, to lend a hand
To save her from the swarm.
A friendship built, and then some trust
Her hood revealed her form.

"Girls don't fight" they whined out loud
She knew she'd prove them wrong
A moment passed, she fell far down
To where she didn't belong

A hitman walked, his gait precise
In search of a wanted man
Yet with the target in sight, he faltered in fright
And ruined his well thought plan

He made new friends instead.

The sky above was dark and black.
An inky expanse of space.
They stared at all the stars above
And felt their life a waste.

Some alone, while some were not
Simply pondering at the sky
Where things went wrong, where things went right.
Each were wondering "why"

Another emerged, from the same old world
The so-called "middle ground"
With supplies and stock, he'd help the group
And the two friends he had found.

The last one they could count.

As time went on, and months passed by
The faces became a blur
Some from tunnels long, some from pasts unknown
And one that was covered in fur.

More roads crossed paths, more friends, more foes
And a theory in its wake.
With each day they grew, and grew and grew
And fought for each other's sake

With a life behind, they stepped on forward
The future seemed so bright
With friends by their side, and their pasts right behind
They knew they'd have to fight.

But they'd all fight together.
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A figure forgotten, slowly turned rotten
Stuck in the mountainside.
A hatred soon grew into an ugly brew
Barely able to hide.

They'd all meet each other soon.

And all hell will break loose.