yes, I know. I'm popping up stories like mosquitoes in the summer. xD (that officially made no sense... xD) but I didn't want to hoard this story, so, here it is!
I swung back, and smashed the coal block with my diamond pickaxe. I gathered the fallen coal, and I stashed them back inside my backpack. I sighed as I started on the next one. It was winter, and I needed coal to keep my fire going, for me and Frost, my wolf. I found Frost last winter. It was one of the bitterest nights I have ever felt. I remember the bitter gusts of wind eating away at my fingers as I chopped a tree down.
I heard the faint whining of a puppy nearby. I shrugged it off the first time, just the wind whistling through the trees. A second time, I stopped hacking at the wood, and I listened closely. Somehow, through the sounds of the whirling wind, and the sound of me hacking away at the wood, I heard a wolf's voice echo from yards away.
The yelp sounded again, and I dashed toward my right. I squinted through the dark of the night while holding my torch up high, and I nearly dropped my torch at the sight. A white wolf was curled up. I whistled softly, and the wolf's ears twitched slightly. I dared to inch toward the wolf.
"It's okay . . . it's okay." I cooed at it. I got within arms reach, and I heard the wolf weakly growl. The wolf was dying; I knew it. It was going to die, the way its eyes were barely cracked open, and the way its voice sounded, I knew it. I crouched down, and I reached my hands out to her, palm up. It weakly sniffed my hand, and it nudged her head on my hand. I softly petted her head, and then it slightly uncurled. I gasped at the sight.
A puppy! The poor pup's face and fur were coated in frost. I slowly reached my hand toward her pup, making sure she wasn't going bite my hand off. She whimpered softly and I lightly picked the pup up. It was as if she knew I was going to help her pup. I stuffed the pup into my thick, and tight sweater. I then gently lifted the near-dead mother up. The mother was so cold, almost as cold as ice. I ran toward my cave, and I nearly busted the door down. I laid the mother and pup right next to the fire. I dashed out almost as soon as I entered, and I finished chopping the tree down.
After that, I ran in, and all of my logs fell at my feet. I knew it was coming, but the thought of an orphaned puppy just ripped my core to shreds. I dashed and knelt down beside the mother. I felt for a sign of breathing in front of the snout of the mother. Nothing. I gently shook the mother, and she was limp. I sighed sadly, and the puppy whimpered. Frost kept on whimpering while nudging her mother. The mother never stirred. Forever asleep. She did her job though, and I need to do my part. I left the mother by the fire, letting the puppy say her farewells to her deceased mother.
The pup curled up next to her mother, and wormed her way under her mother's arm. I sighed sadly. I knew the feeling all too well.
I slammed my iron pickaxe down again, cracking open yet another block.
"Ah!" I yelped as I felt sharp pain shoot through my upper back.
Dammit! I must have pulled something. I said bitterly in my mind. I gathered the coal, and I looked inside of my bag. Twelve . . . thirty . . . forty-two. Forty-two coal. That should be good for a while.
Clack! Click! Clack!
"Ah!" I yelped as an arrow whizzed by my head. I pulled my sword out, and the next arrow bounced off of my golden blade. I drew my sword over my head, and I swung down with all my might on the skeleton's skull. I coughed when the head split open, sending a cloud of dust up. I sighed with relief. That seemed to be the only mob.
"AHHH!" I shrieked as a rotten hand seized my left arm. I swiftly slice its arm off with the sword in my right hand. The beast shrieked in anger. I sliced his head down the center, and the contents of the skull spilled out, sending a rancid scent into the air. I snatched my bag and dashed toward the exit, chocking down vomit.
"Maaaaaawwwwnn" I heard a zombie moan. I glanced behind me just as a hoard of zombies hobbled after me. I ran as fast as I could, taking turns to lose the un-dead. I ran until I felt like I was weightless, like my feet weren't even touching the ground. Out of breath, I dared to glance behind me, all of the zombies were gone.
THUD!
I moaned in pain. My head was spinning. I'm such an idiot! I wobbly stood up and I glared at the wall. Stupid wall. Stupid me! I was tempted to kick the wall in frustration, but it wouldn't do any good. My head was still spinning anyway, so I'd just miss and fall. Once I got my brain sorted out, I began to lightly jog. I smiled when I spotted natural moonlight peeking into the cave. I climbed up my ladder, making sure to listen for the clattering of bones, or the sound of moaning behind me. I poked my head up, and scanned for any sorts of mobs. Thankfully I didn't spot any of those green freaks.
I crawled up, and the bitter wind smacked me in the face. I sighed as I began to walk to my house. It wasn't very far at all. I could spot that warm, glowing box from anywhere.
I felt for my sword- Ugh! I left it in that cave. I squatted on the ground as I pulled out my torch. I fished in my pants pocket, and I finally found my flint. Once I lit my torch, I continued to walk toward my house. I didn't have any other weapons, and I knew how much zombies and skeletons hated the light.
I safely made it there, without encountering any endermen, or anything to bug me. There were no missing blocks in my house, thankfully. All I need to come home to is a dead dog with a bunch of spiders inside. I pressed the button to open my door, and I walked through. I have an iron door, because my wooden doors kept on being busted down by the decaying zombies.
I sighed as I dumped my coal into my chest. I opened my back door, and I walked out into the fenced backyard. I took my shovel, and I scrapped off all the snow and ice that encased around my metal container.
"BARK!"
"AHH!" I shrieked at frosty's bark.
"Don't worry! I'll get your share!" I grumbled to her. I wish that damn dog would stop scarring me on purpose. I pulled out two raw steaks. I slammed the chest shut-
I stifled a shrill scream as my eyes focused on an enderman standing inside of the fence. I lowered and shielded my eyes to avoid eye contact. I backed up and grabbed Frosty by her collar.
"BARK! BARK!" Frosty protested.
"Shut up! I don't need you getting killed!" I hissed as a response. She busted away from my grasp.
"FROSTY!" I shrieked at the top of my lungs. I dashed towards her-
THUD!
No, I better not have- I automatically looked up, and I felt myself turn pale. I knocked an enderman on his rear, and he looked pissed as he wobbly stood up. My mouth ran dry, and I couldn't breathe. I was going to die, because of that damn dog- I dumbly blinked. It wasn't attacking me. It was just staring at me. It felt like holes were being bore into my eye sockets. I tried to look away, but I was as stiff as a board. I couldn't even move. I tried to crawl backwards, and I tried to stand up. I couldn't even breathe.
I noticed its arm was wrapped around his torso. I squinted, and I saw purple fluid oozing out from under its hand. I finally could move again. I stood up while keeping eye contact. I sucked up all the courage I could muster. I grabbed his free hand and began to attempt to drag him to my house.
I know what you are thinking. I'm an idiot. Why would I help a mob? Well, an Enderman saved my life. He threw my abusive father like a rag doll, and he gave him a good thrashing. He teleported me to my house, in front of my mother. She was wide eyed and her mouth nearly hit the floor. He was gone just like that. Vanished. Never showed his face again.
The enderman raised his hand back, and slapped me clean across my face. I stiffened.
"I'm trying to help you!" I hissed. "Unless you want that to get infected and die a horrible death. You WILL come inside!" I glared at the enderman, and he was shocked. His eyes were wide, and he just stared at me. I tugged on his arm, and he followed, reluctantly almost. I knew he could kill me with one blow, I knew he could torment me, I knew he could teleport me to the nether. I surprised the piss out of myself actually. I knew I surprised the piss out of him too. I pulled him to my open door, and I gave him time to duck
Thankfully I made my house seven blocks high, minus the roof. I had two stories in the whole place. Half of the upper floor was made to where it was open and connected to the bottom floor. It had a little balcony where I had a harder time falling off, since I figured that out the hard way.
I dragged him to my bed.
"Sit." I demanded. My heart was hammering in my chest. I don't know how I am doing this! It was like I was almost not in control anymore. It felt like I had to, like if I didn't, I would die. It was almost like my life was on the line if I didn't help, even though I knew it wasn't. What I'm doing is what is putting my life on the line.
He sat down, still in a daze. I dashed over to my door, and slammed it shut. I grabbed my last health potion, and a brew I made to disinfect any wounds. I grabbed some clean cloth and I dashed to the enderman. I held up the health potion.
"Take it and drink it." I demanded once again. He lightly took it out my hands, and he sniffed the scent of it in. I nearly laughed at the look of disgust he gave me. I snatched it out of his hands, splashed some into my mouth, and I handed it back to him.
"See? Not that bad." I sighed, trying my best to not gag. I dragged a chair next to him and stood up on it to reach his wound properly. He held the empty potion bottle with disgust written all over his face. I lightly took it and tossed onto the trash bin.
"Umm, can you move your hand?" I questioned. He looked me in the eye, as if he was scared. He slowly pulled away, and I had to stop myself from gasping.
"It's not that bad." I lied. I knew he couldn't see it, so I didn't want him to flip out from my shock. All I needed was to deal with a scared enderman.
"Whatever you do, do not jerk, or move. It might screw you up more." I said calmly. I lightly pulled the edges of the deep hole open. A shard of an arrow head was imbedded inside of his chest. I cursed, and jumped off of my chair. I dug out my long pair of tweezers I kept. I rubbed the tweezers down with my disinfectant brew, and I spread the wound open some more than last. I heard him breathe in sharply.
"I'm sorry it hurts. It will be over real fast, okay?" I spoke calmly to him. I carefully slid the tweezers in.
"On the count of three, one, two-" I quickly pulled out the shard. He yelped in the process and he just glared at me.
"Best tactic to use when extracting a foreign object. That way the muscles won't tense up." I simply stated while I quickly disinfecting his wound.
"Hold this . . . " I said while pressing a gauze against his wound. He held it in place while I prepared the bandages to wrap around his torso. I sighed when I finished.
"Thank you for not breaking my neck or anything." I sighed as I hopped off of the chair. I knew he could easily snap my neck any time he wanted. He made a bubbling noise, as if he was thanking me.
"Mhm, no prob." I replied. I hoped he was thanking me. I pushed a stool at the end of my bed.
"There. You should stay here for at least a day. You can sleep there." I said referring to my bed. He blinked and looked down at me. I didn't even come up to his waist. I was 5' 5", and his waist must have been six or more feet tall. He still towered over me, even though I was standing up, and he was sitting down. I grabbed my spare blanket, and I spread it on the floor. I laid down at one end, and I rolled myself up in it. Yes, I'm weird. I knew that's what he was thinking when he looked at me like I just sprouted a second head. I simply chuckled.
I inched like a worm until I was a little closer to the fire. I pulled an arm out to use as a makeshift pillow. I curled up, and I felt myself drift into my realm of nightmares.
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