Late afternoon, in September. No heat or snow, or any hints of rain. Everything felt really just… perfect.

I watched as my brother craft his armor and sword, looking like he was going to leave. But where? I asked him many times, but in response, he just shrugged or said Business. I wanted to know the truth though. He acted like he was keeping something from me, but what?

I have trouble thinking about it too. Mainly if it has to do with mobs. Zombies, Skeletons and Spiders. The Creepers were the ones I hated the most, how their face frowned and with those… pitch black eyes. It gave me shivers just looking at them. But my brother never says why he goes out, or what he will be doing. All I know is that he comes home, late at night covered in… what seems to be ash, or that stuff that is rubbed off from coals.

Soon enough, I never bothered him to ask why he was always late for dinner, or why he always carries what he calls his "lucky pick-axe".

But he stopped crafting after making his chest plate, maybe he was day dreaming. But it didn't bother me. What did was his wolf though, Trimmer. I never liked the dog, and he never liked me. Ever since we tamed him, he has been growling at me and never sits when I tell him to.

But this time my brother was taking him as well, thank Notch. At least I had the house to myself, but I never say it out loud. Deep thoughts of our parents would come back to me, haunting my sleep to wake me up early the next day. It was all because of… him. The one that killed my parents. The one that brought chaos. The one that rules The End.

I waved to my brother as he walked out the door, even though I would not see him until the moon was fully risen. So I sat on my bed, looking at the clouds outside my window. But I soon got bored so I grabbed a book from my bookshelf and began to read. It was a great book, but I couldn't really understand who that pale man with pure white eyes in my story was. It did bring up the words "Notch" and "Brother" a lot too.

That was when I heard the doors open, then slammed behind. I ran out of my room and went down the stairs. And there, was my brother. Standing still in front of the door. Something had happened, I can picture it in his face. I soon noticed Trimmer walking from behind my brother's legs. He held in his mouth… an Eye of Ender. I was amazed at my brother findings, but he didn't look too happy.

I watched as he put his tools away and walked upstairs to his room. Only I and Trimmer were left staring at each other. Then began that growling Trimmer always makes. I rolled my eyes and sat down on the couch. Beginning to read my book again.

But Trimmer stopped me and dropped the Eye of Ender in front of me. I refused to use it, especially when my brother just found it. I picked it up and put it in the chest, along with my brother's belongings inside. Soon I decided to make dinner, even if the sun didn't set yet.

I kept wondering what my brother was thinking. He came home really early and didn't even say "hello". I would have appreciated it if he told me what was going on, but he kept it in.

I looked up the stairs, seeing the door to his room at the top. Then I quietly tip-toe up the stairs and kindly knocked. I waited and soon his opened the door. I saw his face full of tears and his shirt winkled up. Then I knew… what had happened.