Reflections
Her hair ruffled in the evening breeze. The dress fluttered, still on its hanger. She had no intention of taking it off and wearing it, the thing was hideous. Instead, she had on a pair of jeans and a fancy t-shirt on, letting the night air sink in to her skin, letting her body get used to it.
Grace was not beautiful- she was simply pretty. Just that. Blond hair, blue eyes. Her mother's reflection, just younger and more relaxed. Her eyes slowly blinked, shimmering off the moonlight, creating an aura of blue waves in the air. Her hair was down, swaying evermore to the wind's beat.
As she watched the sky from the balcony of their house, Grace looked down at her two sisters, Justice and Faith. Hope would be wandering in the woods somewhere, she supposed. And she was fine with that, as long as Hope didn't come back injured.
Justice and Faith had been practicing swordfighting, and it was clear that Faith was better. Now they were trying archery- Justice won here. Faith was fairly good, but not nearly as skilled as Justice was. They had ran- both of them were good there, but Justice won 2 out of 3 races. In parkour, Faith had gotten past the Advanced course first, with a very hungry Justice still at the 6th jump.
Hope came crashing through the trees, screaming that she found diamonds. Grace laughed, because Hope had only found diamonds once- and they dropped in lava. Most likely, she had bought these, because one or two diamonds were cheap in town. Grace watched and Hope tore them out of her backpack, then some gold, iron, coal, and redstone. Then, finally, a whole stack of lapiz. Grace then knew that at least the gold was mined- lapiz, per stack, was around 1250$. More than Hope was allowed to spend.
Hope skipped inside their mansion- it was practially a replica of where the mayor lived in Gruends. About 20 levels high, and 10 rooms wide, then 30 rooms long, it was one of the biggest houses that was not owned by the government or adults. Technically, Grace, at 17, should be considered and adult. Hope would be next, at 15, then Justice or Faith at 14. Then finally, their littlest sister, Millie, at 7. Grace doubted that anyone would try and kill them all to get the house, much less kid-nap them. But it had happened once before...
Justice suddenly ran into the trees, leaping, but not her usually estatic way. No, this was a rather even set of jumps, and eventually she was out of Grace's sight. Faith squealed and dashed towards the house, Hope appearing beside Grace, blond hair flying. her green eyes flew over the landscape, able to see any signs of both mob and human life. She screamed after a moment and clasped Grace like a teddy bear, terrified. Grace began to feel the reflected fear, and this was a first.
Grace knew Hope never got scared, and if she did, it was not good. She stiffened like a board- her face grew rigid, her hair ceased to ruffle, even her skin turned a paler shade than it was before. Hope sensed these changes in her older sister and tightly grasped her arm, trying to bring Grace back to her senses before she passed out. She yelled. She pinched. But the only thing that worked was holding her nose and waiting for her to try and breathe.
Faith appeared just as Grace was crouched, gasping. Hope then saw something human crash through the trees. Far away...but one figure. And just as that figure burst onto the plain, groups of hundreds followed from farther off. By that time, Grace was up, bow retrived, and fear running through her. The string was drawn, and the arrow flew! But all in vain, for it was swatted away!
Hope suddenly gasped, then fell limply to the floor. A slight hissing occured, which made Grace stiffen more. And the fabled creeper came right up to Hope. The girl, however, shakily stood up after it hissed again, then followed it out of the house. Grace was appaled, because Hope was terrified of mobs, creepers most. And yet there she was, trotting after one! Faith suddenly leaped over the edge of the balcony, yelling. Her sword was angled to the point where only a touch could be sufficient. A row of archers fired, at least 20 of them. She blocked any life-threatning ones with her sword. One, however, was late...
...And another arrow coming from the side shot it away. Then, Faith scampered to the edge of the brush, where a small flash of white and a little sound of bones announced her going. A skeleton? Now, Grace was stumped. Why in the damned hell were her sisters going after mobs?! As if to prove her point, Justice galloped after a zombie and fled. That's when Grace felt a little tug at her pocket. Her littlest sister, Millie, was clinging to her shirt. Grace gave a short sigh of relief, because Millie had to stay here. No leaving here, it was too dangerous. But then, yet 2 more mobs showed up that hadn't been here before.
The teleporting of an enderman, the tiny leap of a slime. Grace went limp, and Millie tugged harder, pulling the shirt. Instead of the usual warbling that followed an enderman's apperance, a voice did.
"You...the taller one." A black hand laid on her shoulder. She stiffened. "Turn around." And she turned, slowly. A few clicks from the slime and Millie turned.
Grace found herself face to face with an enderman. But he didn't attack. Instead, he grabbed her hand and turned away, teleporting to the other side of the house. Grace didn't feel dizzy, but instead felt tired. Another zip. She turned around to see Millie, tiny slime in her arms, running away. And it was the first smell of smoke that told her her house was on fire. It only took one more bout of teleporting to knock her out cold.
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A/N: Done. This story will not be updated until Late May/ Early June. Thank you :)