Demons of the island
Sigma story time

The dark pool of night was suddenly lit by a blaze of green smoke and fire.  It came down on the village and I ran to the doc, then a boat, then sailed into the sea- other stuff had happened but that was all I recalled. Yet sitting on my shoulder was that sense of dread. A whisper of wind telling me I could never return. My injured head lay against the spruce wood boat as it rocked across the sea, the salt in the air ran past my hair and I paddled westward. The silver moon raised itself far into the sky and illuminated the sparkling water.

Arriving on the island.
The boat kicked the sand of the shore and I wearily fell from it. My arm and head still ached, my teeth chattered and I staggered across the sand. The island was orange, the leaves smelt familiar but sour and the wind did nothing to comfort me. All I thought was sleep, just sleep. But such a comfort required a bed. The island ws a mix of birch and orange leaved oaks. It had a beauty to it, but that just served to mock me for I knew that the outside world was had fallen to the pits of darkness.  Luckily though I remember not much of my last life I had taken things from it. Minds forget- books do not.
Sigma's diary
Perhaps Sigma was my name, perhaps it was the ghost of a person who and left a book in a library or bench or shop. It didn't matter. All I knew was that it was the key to helping me. It contained information on blocks- research. What could be more powerful than that. It contained different blocks, research tables and scribing tables, the first for adding more to the diary and the other for improving the diary entries could be made without the table- all I needed was paper. 

Then I saw it. Scribbled on the last page a note: "C was right. Should of gone underground ." Was this from the attack? Maybe, but if this person felt it important enough to scribble down then I should take note. Flipping through the pages I saw a shiny ore. Rock Candy! Not only that but a type of petrified wood found underground. It was possible to survive underground!  With this I made a plan: 1. Make a bed and collect wood. 2. Dig underground and make base there. 3. Strengthen myself and move out to find other survivors.

The first one was the easiest- there was 4 sheep on the island as much as it pained me I decided to kill them. I got the jump on one and took it down- stealing its wool. Then I made my way to the others and did the same. I also kept their meet- something I hadn't thought about was food. A good tactic would be to get seeds from gras and make a hoe from wood. Then I could make a farm. 

Soon as the crimson sky faded into darkness I had a bed and a farm, my battered body lay on the nice bed and a drifted into a thick sleep. It ended up doing me such a world of good and I started to think straight, I started to remember. Of course what I hadn't realised was that with an attack there were attackers.  What force had the power to drive me from my home and strike me so that my memory failed me. I paced the island and wondered that allowed to myself.
Speak of the devil and he will appear.

Suddenly the water hissed and boiled and the sand was turned up. A spear of fire rushed up the beach and at me. Suddenly alert I jumped behind a tree and peaked at the devastated beach.  It stood their, an iron demon painted into a peaceful picture. 3 metallic legs led to a silver face that spat flames at the creatures of the island- reducing them to ash and smoke. It had two green but like eyes and cried a defining howl of ULLLAAAAA. Had I know weapons?

Panicking, afraid and desperate I took of my blue jacket and flattened it, then check ever pocket on me before drawing a green blade. Uranium. Enchanted and powerful I wielded it easily. But how would I get close enough to strike my foe?