Sahara's pov

I've been travelling from biome to biome, finally settling down in a gorgeus plains with a massive lake washing over the dirt blocks. I had started diving down into caves when my pick suddenly thuds against wood." What the?" I put away my pick, pulling out my torch and i place it in the holder in my helm, pulling out my ax and chopping away the rotten and old wood and damp and moldy air rushes into the area around me. I swap to my pickax and i cut out a block of cobble, stepping down i place an extra torch i had on hand, an old mineshaft of sorts coming into view around me. I switch to my sword and taking my torch out, holding it tightly. After several hours i had found some weird machine that seemed to pour out venomous spiders using a strange kind of golden flame. The light from a torch stopped it in moments, so i figured i'd leave it, maybe it'd be useful somehow. I slowly walk around and i see a minecart, carrying a long forgotten chest. I open it and i see a book inside all alone. I gently pick it up and open it up and i slowly read," Dear Diary,
Today is the start of the Ressurection Ritual for our fallen commrades. No idea why just one head won't work, no matter how many Lapis stones we carve. Lets just see how 3 heads work" I decide to block up my tunnel so i could keep reading in peace. I look down at the next entry and keep reading," Dear Diary, something went wrong today.... the labs were abandoned, we created something...... a figment of tortured agony and pain that we call the Wither, because nobody has survived the blasts due to the withering effect. Nobody could hurt it, we managed to distract it with arrows to it's ribcage, but we have no idea if we actually hurt it. I would not dare summon the beast again, not unless you wished yourself a painful death by the soul sucking Wither effect."
" Dear Diary, the Wither escaped and now roams the overworld, free to destroy everything we have built. We have sent out warnings to all bases, we're going into the last dimension, the one no being has returned from, but i shall leave you behind, should somebody find it and hopefully save us from this fate we find ourselves in. Signing off- Chronicler" I sigh, these poor people, whomever they may have been, they're intentions were good, but it only resulted in a freak of nature. I close the book and i put it in my bag, hurrying back home. I needed to learn more. The next time i could, i needed to talk to the librarian at the village nearby.