True love is like a boomerang. Even if you throw it away, it keeps coming back.
"The swamp. Cassie couldn't have just built a mansion in the middle of a mesa... or a nice forest... or even a desert. It had to be a swamp."
Stacy trudged through the thick, dirty waters of the swamp, hoping to find land. It had been two days since leaving the mansion, and Stacy hadn't found her way home. She was hopelessly lost in the muddy swamp, cold, wet, tired, and hungry.
The swamp was one part land, three parts water. She found herself either trudging or swimming through water. She wished she had at least taken more back from the mansion- she had no blocks for trying to make a bridge and risked making strong currents if she got some blocks from the island, so swimming was the only option. The water was twenty degrees and Stacy was one swim away from hypothermic shock, but Stacy figured it was better than staying at the mansion.
One day. The details of that day kept replaying in Stacy's mind. Sparklez dying right in front of her. The panicked screams. The fear. The anxiety.
Lizzie's death.
Stacy, in the dining room, hearing her screams and running to the library, watching the White Pumpkin disappear and Lizzie kneel over, clutching her stomach. Stacy, running over, practically shoving past Petra and Jesse, to Lizzie. Trying to stop the bleeding, and still refusing to remove her hands from the stab wounds long after Lizzie's shaky breaths stopped. Remembering Jesse trying to lead her away. Remembering pushing Jesse away and running back to Lizzie, pleading that she wasn't dead. That it was just all a joke, a sick joke, and that she was fine. That this was all a nightmare and she'd wake up and nobody was dead.
But it wasn't.
Stacy laid down on the driest part of land she could find and looked up at the trees. Lizzie loved he trees. It was just like when they were little and they used to climb trees together.
That was what she was thinking about as she drifted off to sleep.
It was barking that woke her up.
Stacy opened her eyes and saw a wolf puppy, barely bigger than a pumpkin, stuck under a lily pad, it's back leg tangled in one of the lily pad's vines.
This got Stacy up. She got on her hands and knees and crawled over to the lily pad. She gently untangled the puppy's leg from the vine and ripped up the lily pad so it could escape. The puppy ran up to her, and ran in circles around her arms.
"Alright, alright." Stacy said, standing up. "Now, where's your mom and dad?" she asked the wolf pup.
The pup looked left and right. It ran in circles again and then looked up at Stacy with sad eyes.
"You lost?" asked Stacy. "Don't worry. I am too. We'll look together, okay?"
The puppy barked in agreement. Stacy went to go pick it up, but it darted between her legs and playfully tugged at her jean cuf.
"You're faster than a wink!" Stacy exclaimed with a smirk. "I'll call you Wink."
Stacy picked up Wink and placed him in her empty arrow pack, then continued on her journey.
Of course, Stacy was only bluffing when she told Jesse she was heading home. She had no home. Well, a while ago she did. But that was the past. She wasn't able to return to that redstone portal anymore...
Shaking her head to hide her tears, Stacy headed forewords through the rain.
Review and favorite if you want to see more! Next up, we'll have Stampy's perspective. The two will meet up not yet. Eventually.
This is Alice Foreshadow, heading back down the rabbit hole!