Chapter 1
We are running through the dense forest faster than our legs should be letting us. They weren't far behind us, hissing and moaning as we ran. Suddenly Zash tumbled, and Frog stopped to help her up. That was when the arrow was shot, the arrow that killed one of my best friends instantly.
I'm getting ahead of myself. I am HGTime. None of us remember our real names, we have used our aliases. I have two companions Frogybo and Zash Wara. Zash is the only one of us who has a last name, she says it is vital to living things to have last names, but I think she just uses that as an excuse to make up her own. We aren't the most normal set of travelers, but we could be worse.
One thing that sets us apart from your normal travelers is Zash is a dwarf. Dwarfs aren't exactly uncommon, but a bearded, female dwarf is. Dwarfs do grow beards, both the men and the women, but the women tend to shave them down into stubble after marriage. When I asked why Zash said it was some sort of turn on for men to date bearded women, so the married women shave their beards so other dwarf men know they are taken. When I asked her why she still kept hers, even after leaving her dwarven village, Permastria, she just didn't reply. I have met several Dwarves in my travels, but they all shaved their beards in shame. I guess Zash just doesn't give a fuck who sees her in her bearded form. I respect that, in a weird way.
Hannah is an inventor for metal contraptions. He wears these things on her head all the time called 'headphones' and she says they help her to hear better, but I don't know. Wouldn't giant metal and plastic devise in her ears cause her to have a worse problem? She laughs when I suggest she takes them off to hear better. She just calls me simple and keeps on working on her projects. I am a simple human, but that isn't something you need to call me.
My life a simple one, I am a human from the land of Stravia. Here in Stavia, we are all farmers and Miners, which is expected in Minecraftia, but I was a little different. I wasn't really from Stravia. My parents tried to keep me from the truth, but I found out from my grandmother was when she was on her deathbed. She said I wasn't even from this part of our world. I am from the Arctic, where the cold is all we know. All I could get from Grandmother is that I am an Eskimo, the last of my kind. It isn't all that bad, but it leaves me with a condition where I am always so cold. I actually wear a lime green official Eskimo Jacket to stay warm, it is the only thing that keeps me warm. She also mentioned that I wasn't my mother's daughter, and by that I assume she means Jolinda, the mother I have been raised around for as long as I can remember. However then she died, so I will never really know what she meant. I feel like this is something I need to find out for myself. So I left 'home' and went on my journey. This is where I met Zash Wara, she was traveling in my direction.
"Hello, I am Zash Wara of Permastria. I am traveling the the South to find the ruins of my people. I heard of your great journey and am joining you!" She announced quite rudely.
"Is this you asking?" I inquired.
"No, this is me telling"
This is how Zash and I happened.