Hey everyone! This is a new project I am working on with Coldplayer414. We both decided that this story was going to be co-op, and so we are posting the same story on two accounts. So don't come raging to me like "OOH YOU COPIED" blah blah blah. I really could care less...lol. Anyways, this is her chapter. Mine will be the next. We will be alternating, I think.

I stare back at my reflection. My curly blonde hair looks untamed and wild, yet that's normal for me. My emerald green eyes are bright and cheerful. My pink lips are in their usual small frown. 'Smile Arian. Your life is nothing but happiness,' my fathers soothing voice says in my head.

I sigh and smirk at my own reflection. I looked prettier when I smiled. If I ever met my mother, I know she would nag me to smile more. My father was right. Everything in my life was perfect, but I always wore the same worried expression.

I turn my attention to my bedroom window. The village life bustles below me. Not one villager was frowning. They all smiled despite the hard work they went through day after day. I admired the hard working villagers, I always have. I look over the small kingdom. Everything looks so peaceful. I look towards the small part of the castle wall that is visible from my room high up in the tower.

I spot my two friends guarding the west gate. I wave at them and the one waves back. Lewis. Him and the other guard Simon were the heroes of Minecraftia. After the War of the Sands they came here and were appointed knights by my father. Since excitement was rare here, the only action around was guarding one of the gates.

I see a figure, dressed in a black cloak creeping up behind them. I want to scream at them, but I won't be heard from here. The person in the black cloak knocks both of them out with a diamond pick axe in the blink of an eye. Their bodies fall limp on the ground.

I continue to watch in fear as the person follows along the wall a little ways. They stop a few feet down and look towards the sun. The sun was just dipping below the mountains. That's when I realize what they were doing. They were busting out the mobs, but why?

It doesn't take long until only a sliver of the sun remains. I watch the person place down a red block. TNT. With a strike of their pick axe the TNT ignites. The person runs away with his black cloak trailing him.

The floor beneath me shakes slightly. A hole is left in the wall were the TNT was placed. Skeletons and Creepers begin to pour out of the gap. I cautiously back towards the door and hear it swing open behind me.

I whip around to see Sips. He was the chief of the guardsmen. He wears a look of urgency and fear.

"We need to go. NOW."

I don't question him. I simply grab the dagger my father gave me off of the dresser and follow him.

The dagger was made of diamond and had iron and gold engravings swirling around the blade. The hilt has made of black leather and a small turquoise coloured pearl decorated it.

We run through the maze of hallways. My bare feet land on the soft red carpet. My heart beat fills my ears. Adrenaline pumps through my veins.

My eyes flicker over to a near by window. It was after dusk, yet there was an orange glow. I stop in my tracks. I slowly approach the window, resting my hands on the windowsill. I peer down into the scene unfolding below me.

Orange flames dance on the rooftops. Women and children flee the chaos. Soldiers dressed in iron armour, armed with swords and bows, fight against the hoards of zombies, skeletons, spiders, and creepers.

I catch a flicker of a gleaming diamond helmet. Dad. His diamond sword drips with blood and spider venom. An arrow sticks out of his shoulder. Zombies have him surrounded on all sides. He slashes at them wildly. It looks as if he'll make it out alive. That's when a creeper explodes beside him. He is flung through the air and smacks the wall of a cobblestone building. He flops to ground, zombies closing in. He struggles to get up. I feel tears well up.

I don't know why I'm still watching... I just saw my father dragged off by zombies and all I can do is stare.

I feel a hand on my shoulder. I shrug it off and turn to look at Sips. His eyes are filled with sympathy. Maybe even empathy.

That's when an arrow whizzes by, only inches away from my nose.