Sorry, there isn't much about Minecraft in this chapter. Please enjoy anyway!

Dia was seven years old. She had a mom, a dad, and two older brothers. Her brothers got to train to fight. She had asked the woman that watched her if she could practice with them, but she said no. "Girls are not supposed to fight. They are supposed to talk and clean and be married for dowry." Dia didn't think she was right, but her dad had told her that she was to listen to this woman. And she did. And then came along one eventful day…

She woke up to the birds chirping outside her window. On hearing the sound she beamed. She then skipped over to her wardrobe, picked out an outfit, and scrambled into it. When the babysitter, that was all Dia would call her, knocked on the oak door to wake her up, she was met with a ball of happiness shaped like a little girl. "Let us go down to breakfast now." The woman said. Dia nodded and skipped down the hall.

When the pair got to the hall, everyone else was already seated. They were all talking. Her mom and dad looked a bit worried. But Dia had seen them worried before. She listened to the argument between her brothers about which was better: stone or gold. Then everyone's attention was grabbed by the first toll of the bell. The table fell silent. The bell tolled on.

She knew what the bell meant. One toll=change of the hour, two tolls=one or more members of the royal family had died, three tolls=they were at war, four tolls=they had won a battle, five tolls=they had lost a battle, six tolls=. Please don't let it be six tolls. The bell had just finished its fifth toll. How about five? Or seven? The bell tolled one time before quieting. Dia was finding it hard to breath. PLEASE TOLL ONE MORE TIME! No more sound. PLEASE LET ME HAVE COUNTED WRONG! She looked towards her family. They all looked like they were about to faint or be sick.

There were six tolls. And six tolls meant an enemy was invading. Her mother leaped from her chair, grabbed Dia, ran to the cellar, went in, and locked the door. As they went down the steps, she heard her brothers asking their father if they could fight. Her father said yes. In the cellar, her mother ran through the rows of goods until she came to a far wall. Her hand ran along the floor and found a metal handle. Her mother pulled open the trapdoor and Dia hurried inside.

Just as her mother was about to follow her, they heard feet coming down the steps. Many feet. Her mother set the trapdoor down as quietly as she could, then faced the sound of the feet coming closer. Dia could see a bit through a knot in the wood. She could see the boots of enemies stop in front of her mother. She could see the glint of swords being drawn. She could see, but turned her head away from, a sword slicing towards her mother. She could see, but again chose not to, her mother's head coming free of her body. The soldiers picked up her mother's head and body and carried them out, not even looking at the trapdoor.

Dia waited a long time to make sure they were gone. She told herself to prepare for the worst. But nothing could have prepared her for when she stepped out of her house.

There were heaps of bodies everywhere. Blood was everywhere, too. In her nose, on the grass. The grass she had played in just yesterday. Tears blurred her vision. Dia ran towards the bell tower and went up its steps. She didn't care if enemies were up there. Sobbing and gasping, she reached the top and stumbled to the rope. She pulled on it five times and heard the distant wails of men, women, and children. Dia thought of something and ran to the window She looked out. All of the enemy soldiers were gone. She bit back a sob regardless. Then she slowly dragged herself over to the rope and pulled it two, final times. This time, she could hear the sound of boots coming up the stairs amidst the cries.

Her face paled and she gathered up her courage. Then, just as the bloodthirsty soldiers had opened the door to the room, Dia ran to a window and balanced on the edge of the opening. She waited to see the murderers. And what she saw was this: the king of the enemies that had killed her family. Dimly, she remembered shouting at him in her small voice, "I will have justice if it is the last thing I do!". Finally, she closed her eyes and fell backwards off of the windowsill, letting her oversized cloak hide her in its folds.

Thanks for reading! Please review, it would mean so much to me. Now, will Dia die? Or live to get her justice? To be continued.