The Iron Guardian

In a world crafted from blocks, a peaceful village lay nestled within a valley, embraced by towering mountains on one side and thick forests on the other. This village had long existed in relative harmony, with its people tending their crops, raising livestock, and constructing sturdy homes out of wood, stone, and brick. Life in the village was quiet and predictable, but the villagers knew that beyond their borders, the world was rife with danger. Nightfall often brought monsters—zombies, skeletons, spiders—and other creatures that roamed the dark, seeking to destroy anything in their path

To protect themselves, the villagers had long relied on Garoth, their iron golem. Garoth was no ordinary creation—he was the product of the village’s finest craftsmanship and a deep understanding of ancient magics. His body, towering and solid, was built from iron blocks mined from the deepest veins, and his head was a carved pumpkin enchanted with the life-giving spell that brought him to consciousness. His purpose was simple but noble: to protect the village from harm

Garoth had stood watch over the village for as long as anyone could remember. His massive form cast a shadow over the cobblestone streets as he patrolled from dawn till dusk, his glowing red eyes constantly scanning for threats. Though he was made of iron and lacked the ability to speak, Garoth was more than just a machine—he was a part of the village, and the people had come to love him as one of their own

Children often ran up to him with flowers, which he would delicately accept despite his size and strength. The villagers would leave small offerings of iron ingots at his feet, tokens of appreciation for his tireless vigilance. Garoth’s presence gave the villagers peace of mind, allowing them to sleep soundly at night, knowing that their iron guardian was standing watch

Yet, despite the peace within the village, the world outside its borders was changing. Strange rumors had begun to spread—tales of pillage raids growing more