This is my first attempt at a Minecraft fanfic - I've only just begun to play and I absolutely love it. My friend and I play together and I have a few stories to tell about out adventures, but I dislike writing silly, pointless stories. So, I've decided to recreate the events between each 'silly' occurances and make my own plotline! This is only the first of (hopefully) many to come. I hope you enjoy these!
Edit: I've tried fixing all the spelling errors but I keep finding more... So if you see any, could you point them out for me so I can fix them? Thanks!
~-Ari
Summary: "Even though she'd only just met him, she felt a trust that previously had been unable to be gained. Although, perhaps that was because he'd saved her life."
Her eyes opened slowly as she clenched her fists, swallowing and feeling the sand beneath her shift with the slight movement she made to her left. Groaning and muttering under her breath at her obviously flawed decision to sleep in the middle of the desert, she sat up, gasping in surprise with the sinking of her backside into the ground. The sun was only just rising in the horizon and she closed her eyes, listening intently for the distinct hissing of a Creeper or the groan of a Zombie - hearing nothing, she stood carefully, stretching her tight muscles.
That is the last time I sleep on the ground like that, she thought, but deep in her mind, she knew it wasn't. Having lost her home by Creepers, and chased by Zombies, threatened by Spiders and shot at by Skeletons, she had no other choice but to sleep on whatever surface her body collapsed onto. She would simply have to deal with the repercussions later. She stared at the sky for a moment longer before trudging onward, her barely-covered feet sinking with every step.
I need new shoes.
She wasn't entirely sure how long she'd been walking - in fact, she was almost certain that she'd been walking for days. She'd gone from the hot and blistering trek in the desert to the wet and uncomfortable adventure through the jungle. As the rain came down on her head, she took shelter quickly under a tree, shivering and pulling her body in, touching her knees to her chest. She curled her toes inward and closed her eyes once more, tossing her head back against the trunk of her shelter. How long had it been since she'd last slept? She traced back into her memory and counted four sunsets since she'd awoken in the desert, perhaps five. Groaning, she allowed herself to fall into a light slumber, her grip on her knees loosening.
She was far enough in her slumber to dream, but not so far as to not notice when something made a telltale noise warning her of an attack. The whir of an arrow shocked her out of her rest and she snapped her head in the direction that it had come from: A Skeleton stared at her, its bow still drawn, grinning at her with scraggly teeth set in a slightly yellowed and cracked skull. Flashes of a mad smile staring her in the face through the shroud of night, lit by flame and falling debris, the aftermath of a Creeper's suicide, raced through her mind as she stood, shrieking in terror as her fingers cut through the leaves, giving her an easier escape. Unfortunately, it also gave the Skeleton a clear shot.
She ducked under branches and gave a shocked cry as another arrow stuck itself into the trunk of a tree beside her, making a clean-cut hold through the leaves that had protected it. She breathed heavily, taking in deep breaths despite her parched throat, wincing in pain as she attempted to swallow. She passed a small pool of water but dared not stop for a drink, hearing the pitter-pitter-pitter of spider legs practically galloping behind her. It squealed before pouncing, smacking her body to the left in its poor attempt at entrapping her in its thick legs, fully prepared to swallow her whole with the perfectly concealed mouth on its underside, razor sharp teeth ready to snap closed on her body, ripping her apart-
No!
She yelped as the eight legged monster crawled after her, spitting its acid at her, barely missing her feet. She listened to the grass and dirt dissolve over the deadly substance and only briefly allowed a thought to pass her by - that could have been me - before beginning to crawl over blocks of stone. Her fingers were sore by the third or fourth block, skin already torn in her panicked scrabbling to the top. She gasped as she tried to pull herself up but her arms failed her, nearly dropping her four blocks down. If she fell from that height she'd be crippled easily, unable to run as fast or as far - and that was more than a little dangerous. As far as she'd noticed, the monsters around her couldn't climb over more than three or four feet of rock or dirt placed above ground level, and so she did her best to topple over whatever rock wasn't required to progress along her upward trek.
It seemed as if there was one exception to the four feet rule.
The Spider climbed alongside her, shrieking again angrily at her attempted escape. She let out a scream and swung her body to the right, avoiding another shot of acidic liquid aimed directly at her, nearly losing grip on the block she'd managed to grab hold of in the process. She scrabbled up the block and looked back, watching the black spider glaring at her. The sun slowly rose, and as the Skeleton burst into flame, it screeched, dropping its bow and clutching its head. She frowned, almost sympathetic. She watched it for a moment before directing her frantic attention to the Spider, who had obviously forgotten its hot pursuit of the woman hanging from the ledge, and returned to the safety of the trees.
She pulled herself up, mindful of the slick stone, breathing heavily as she rested on the semi-flat top of the hill, heaving with her physical efforts. She only had a moment to relax, trying to block out the screams of agony before a twang sounded in the air. She only felt a sharp object piercing her side before the stinging bled into the hot aches and then into pure torture, spreading through her nerves like wildfire. She jerked her head down to the source of the pain, her fingers caressing the wood of the arrow gently, staring down at the Skeleton burning on the ground with wide eyes. It stared at her angrily, the skull still grinning at her with those yellowed teeth, even as it burnt to ashes before her very eyes.
She felt the blood soaking through her already tattered pink shirt and she allowed a few pained yelps as she attempted to remove the object to no avail. Clearly, gentle pulling wasn't going to help, as the arrow had dug itself into her side. She let out a shrill scream as she ripped it from her flesh, gasping as the blood spurted around her fingers, coating them in sticky red life. Cursing under her breath distractedly, her chest heaved and she threw her head back, sobbing freely and shamelessly in attempts to put pressure on the wounds.
I can't go out like this. I have to keep trying. I have to keep moving. I have to make them proud. I have to find help. I have to find...
With more reasons bouncing around in her mind, she stood shakily, holding the wound and throwing the arrow down the large hill and it clattered to the bottom. She climbed a few extra rocks weakly, leaving a trail of blood in her wake. Her thin legs wobbled as she climbed down the other side, seeing a blaze in the distance.
Could it be...?
She quickened her step, hopeful for once in the past... whatever it had been. Perhaps a few weeks, perhaps a month, days seemed to pass by seamlessly. She moved into a run, uncaring of the wound. She made it halfway to her destination before groaning, her vision blurring. She fell to her knees, coughing and attempting to crawl toward the lights, spotting movement in the distance. She could define it clearly as a young man, carrying a heavy block of stone toward a half-built wooden home. Her eyes closed slowly, her breaths leaving her in ragged, pained huffs.
As her body stilled, she did not - rather, should could not - hear the quick pounding of heavy footsteps rushing toward her, a quiet voice whispering, attempting to get her attention, nor could she feel the fingers touching her wound. It was already healing quickly (probably because of the changes of environment that the humans had been forced to adapt to in their years of survival on this strange planet), but the blood loss was extensive. The hands soon went under her body, one arm wrapping around the breasts and the other around the stomach, turning her onto her back before they replaced themselves underneath her, one now just behind her shoulders and the other beneath her knees.
She was carried carefully but hurriedly to the partially completed home, and once they had arrived, the man placed her on a bed, frantically stripping her of her clothing before rummaging through a chest by his crafting table, finding bandages, cloth that he could find no use for, and a solution that his brother had created for this specific purpose. He bit his lip, hesitant. Would this girl appreciate him stripping her naked and touching her-
That didn't matter. She was in grave danger.
If she slapped him, he'd just have to deal with it - after all, he had saved a life.
She moaned, clenching the sheets beneath her as her face twisted in pain. She opened her eyes, remembering where she must have been. Her hands flew to her side, feeling for the wound-
That was no longer bleeding. Her eyes widened considerably and she sat up slowly, noting the wood around her and the soft bed beneath. The sun shined through unfinished blocks in the roof and she squinted to see, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She noticed her clothes - or rather, her lack of clothes, and blushed, taking the blanket from the bed and swinging it around herself as a dress, frowning. Whoever had done this sure had a lot of nerve - but, she supposed, this person had saved her from certain death. She supposed she had to be grateful to them for that.
She walked slowly toward the door, noting that it had been closed only to the point of having a small crack between it and the frame, kept open for-
"I'm going back to the house, I need to grab my extra ax," a voice shouted, and the girl jumped as the door was suddenly pushed toward her. The man, too, gasped, his blond hair a mess - probably from doing so much work. Blue eyes stared into her own chocolate brown and she smiled weakly, clutching the blanket tighter to her frame. The man looked at her, confused, before flushing, smiling wryly and making his way around her, opening the chest and setting an ax heavily on the floor next to him, pulling out a few articles of clothing.
"Uh...They...they might be a little big, but it's better than nothing, right?"
She hesitated before her soft voice, a voice she often carried around strangers, much unlike her usual hyper and excitable vocal rhythms, floated from her lips, "...it's better than a bed sheet."
The man chuckled nervously, setting the clothes on the stripped bed. He grabbed his ax and cleared his throat, smiling softly. "How...how are you feeling?"
"...I'm feeling alright. Drowsy." She spoke even softer, biting her lip and backing away from the figure in the door. He seemed to get the hint and nodded, waving curtly before rushing away, his footsteps echoing away from the hut. She dropped the sheet as soon as the door slammed shut and she turned toward the clothes on the bed, biting her lip and swallowing as she grabbed the leather chest plate, noting its heaviness. She frowned in disapproval, glancing back at the bed where a white shirt lay, soft to the touch.
She pulled it over her head, sighing happily at the comfortable softness that now covered her torso. Next were the pants - regular gray stretchy skin-tight pants, useful for unhindered movement but quite hot. She wondered silently why a boy would have such clothing, but perhaps he had a sister or a friend who lived around the area. She slid the pants up her legs and noticed that they weren't as tight as she'd predicted, still hanging just below her thighs as a skirt would, and she grinned, playing with it for a moment, moving her body simply to see the material sway. Giggling she began a silly dance, taking pleasure in what would have otherwise been seen as childish. She spun slowly, biting her lip, before stopping, giving a startled 'meep!' at the boy's standing in the doorway, sea-colored eyes on her with a raised brow, smirking. "...forgot my sword." He said simply, holding back a laugh.
She huffed, crossing her arms and nodding, her blush evident. He ignored her for the most part, taking what he needed before waving goodbye to her.
She spent only a few moments longer inside before pulling open the door, poking her head out with wide eyes and a dropped jaw.
The river was clean and perfect, glittering with the sun's rays falling upon it, still with only the subtle movement of a fish or squid moving about beneath the surface somewhere. Across the way was a jungle, where she could clearly see a spotted cat, an Ocelot, staring across the river back at her. It didn't take long before it jumped to its feet, running into a thicket. A bird flew overhead, crying its pretty song, searching for the bird who sung back. Clouds rolled on by over a blue sky, the sun reflecting its rays down through the puffy white balls of precipitation, a soft beam of light opening up in front of her as said cloud moved out of the way. She stepped out slowly, standing within its heat with a soft sigh.
"Ready to join the living?" Her savior asked, and he grinned. "You look like you need something to do, and your wound should be healed by now."
"...it is. Have an extra ax?"
The man grinned, tossing her one. She caught it easier than he'd thought she would, her hand tightening around the handle. She stepped after him, following in curiosity. "...what do we need?"
"Wood. A lot of it."
The girl looked at the trees towering above her and nodded, clearing leaves out of the way as she pulled her body back, preparing herself for the swing.
And she swung. The blade of the ax hit the tree again and again before it fell, her eyes hardened with the anger she'd pent up since her escape from her burning village. She looked over at the stranger who was busy with his own tree, cutting it down in the same manner.
She could get used to this.
She sat before the fire cross-legged next to the stranger, who chewed on the meat on the bone with quiet intakes of air, swallowing and hesitating for a moment before taking another bite. He was still on his first leg of meat.
She was on her third.
Not having eaten a decent meal in days - possibly months she reminded herself, - she scarfed whatever she was given but nothing more, smiling at the stranger. She felt as if she could trust him, which wasn't normal for her - if she'd been 'normal', she'd have already taken flight by now, terrified with the idea of settling somewhere that could be lost to her forever, getting attached to somebody who would perish in an uncontrollable and unstoppable blaze of a Creeper's horrible self-destructing demise.
And still, she looked in his eyes and felt nothing but trust. She knew she could count on him - after all, he'd been there when she'd been injured. He was kind to her, was patient with her - the first few days of their meeting, she had tried her best to help out with the mining, but it was soon discovered that she simply wasn't ready yet - and so, she worked on getting the wood for their - our home she thought, repressing the tears of happiness at finally being accepted - and he explained that it was only temporary until they had the necessary materials to build their own separate homes on the same land, a place where they could be safe from the creatures that lurked in the night.
She'd placed the fences all around their property, created pens in case they needed some sort of produce after finding the necessary animals, and planted various plants she'd found around the area in their own land, which the man had found frivolous. He said nothing.
But with those few days they spent with one another, they had yet to learn the other's name.
And now, four days after their initial meeting, with them sitting in front of a blazing fire with the freshly cooked meat in their hands (and their mouths), the girl itched to ask that very question.
"...You know." She said, her voice no longer soft and reserved, but her normal, boisterous tone filled with humor and laced with sarcasm, "you never did tell me your name. Shouldn't I know the name of my brave rescuer?" she joked, and the man grinned behind the meat, stretching his legs as he lowered it.
"I never thought you'd stick around."
"Well, I'm here. So why don't you tell me?"
The blond smiled softly, sighing. "Vreagon. You can call me Vreagon." he took another bite, chewed, swallowed - "yours?"
"...My full name is Arimoko. But you can call me Ari. In fact I prefer Ari," She giggled, crossing her legs. He gave her a dubious look before smiling slowly, nodding.
"Alright, Ari. Nice to meet you."
"And the same to you, Vreagon."
And the fire popped and crackled, the night filled with crickets and various other unknown creatures, the distant sounds of creepers heading deeper into the woods, ignoring the now fully-completed wooden house fenced in and away from harm, the darkened cave just to their right flickering with torches left in Vreagon's wake of his last expedition, freshly-planted trees fighting to grow again in their predecessors place. The wind picked up around them and a leaf was torn away from a tree behind them. Ari's brown eyes followed it as it rode the wind, spiraling down before being forced up again, pushed along once more. Vreagon's eyes also lifted to gaze upon the strange patterns, following it until the leaf finally landed directly between the two. They looked up at each other chuckled, going back to their meal.