A/N: Hey, Ender here. This story is a two-shot, but each chapter tells the story from the point of view of a different character. I wrote this story as my first attempt at romance of any kind, and I finished it just in time for valentine's day. This story is cannon to my other story, but it happens later in the time line from where that story is at now. It was inspired by the song A Creeper Like You by NowLetsPlayMinecraft on youtube .
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Minecraft
Cresilia
I saw a crafter in the woods today. He was traveling around, looking for caves. I followed him, curious to see if the rumors that my people had told me were true. I wanted to find out if the anger and hatred that he had for our kind were enough to cause one of our kind to explode without warning. This rumor had led to many young creepers going to try to blow him up. Fortunately since they exploded voluntarily, they were able to hold themselves together well enough to ensure that they would respawn. Since sooner or later one of them was going to cause an accident, I made it my mission to determine if this crafter was really a threat, and if he was, to neutralize him I any way possible.
I caught up to him while he was exploring a small cave that went back a few blocks then abruptly ended. He turned around and I quickly ducked behind a tree as he walked by. I continued to follow him for quite a long time as he traveled through the forest. He must have sensed that someone was following him, for he began to turn and look behind himself at random times. A few times he almost caught a glimpse of me, but I always managed to keep just out of his line of sight. All of a sudden, I lost sight of him. I slowed down my pace so that I could more carefully examine the area where I had last seen him.
After a few minutes of searching, I turned back towards the direction I had come from. The sight that greeted me took my breath away. The crafter was standing directly behind me. I do not know how I had missed him when I was looking around so carefully. He must have been a master at quiet movement to be able to sneak up on me. Creepers are known for being sneaky, but his level of skill was far superior to all but the most practiced of the creepers. His sudden appearance startled me somewhat, but what really surprised me were his eyes. They were like deep blue pools that awakened in me feelings that I had never experienced before. Were these the feelings that I had heard about from wolves who's crafters had been killed. Feelings like trust, hope...and love. I could not stand the unfamiliar emotions that were rushing through me. I did what seemed like the only logical solution to escape from those eyes. I exploded, hoping that I would never have to see those eyes again.
I respawned in my palace deep underground, located in the center of the creeper empire. Why had that man awakened in me such strange feelings. Now that I had calmed down a bit from my experience, I began to wonder what had been become of him after I had exploded, leaving him in the forest right when night was growing near. My new feelings would not allow me to stay still and simply leave him to his fate. Quickly I went to the nearest set of long, winding stairs that led up to the surface and began to climb as fast as I could, hoping that I would be able to get to where I had last seen the crafter before night truly set in. As I reached the surface, I saw that the sky was already becoming streaked with the dark colors of night. I continued to hurry as the forest where the event had happened entered my vision. I ran towards it, hoping that I was not too late.
When I reached the site of my explosion, I scanned the area for a sign of the crafter. To my dismay, I did not see any sign of him. I wondered if I had killed him with my hasty explosion or if maybe the other monsters had gotten here before me and finished him off. Just as I was about to give up on the search and return to my realm, I spotted a tiny trail of blood droplets leading away from the the crater. The trail went off towards the deepest part of the forest. I wondered why an injured crafter would choose to go to such a dangerous place. Then I remembered that there was a crafter house built in the middle of the these woods. "This crafter must be the one who lives there" I thought. Since I knew the way to the house, I ignored the trail and rushed to where I knew the house to be. I made it to the clearing where the house was quite quickly, for I had been using monster trails. Every group of hostile mobs had their own special pathways, and as the ruler of creeper kind, I knew where to find all of our trails, and even some of the other creature's trails. At the house, I was reassured that I had come to the right place when I saw that the trail of blood led into the house. I went straight up to the door, and prepared to open it. Then something made me hesitate. If he had caused such a reaction in me before, what was to stop the same thing from happening again? For a moment, I was at a loss. I did not want to hurt him any further, but I wanted, no needed, to find out if he was alright. My emotions would not let me leave without doing so. Finally, I came up with a plan that might work. If I transformed into my crafter form, I would be able to help him without scaring him or causing myself to explode. I also hoped that being in a different form would help stop the waves of emotions that came over me whenever I thought about him. Quickly I went to the nearest creeper outpost so that I could return to my home and gather the supplies that I would need for my transformation and when I was talking to the crafter. I then returned with haste to the house of the crafter. In my crafter form I was a medium height girl with black hair that was a little longer than shoulder height. I had pale skin and leaf green eyes. I wore a thigh length tunic with camouflage print, and light green leggings underneath it. Over it all I wore a dark green clock with a hood.
Once again I stood at the crafter's door and wondered how next to proceed. The decision was taken away from me when the door in front of me was abruptly pulled open and a figure dashed out muttering "Wood, wood, I need to get some wood." In his haste, he did not see me standing in front of him until he was just about to smash into me. At that point we both tried to avoid crashing into each other, but we both failed. He crashed into me, sending us both sprawling to the ground.
"Oh I am sorry miss." said the man. "I was distracted and did not see you there. Hurry inside while I go and get some wood before it gets dark." He helped me to my feet as he talked and he pulled out his ax in preparation to chop down a tree or two. He then ran behind the house to where I could see the edge of a tree farm protruding from behind the house.
At the threshold of the door, I hesitated once more. If I entered the crafter's house, I would have no choice but to go through with my hastily constructed plan. If I left now, I could get far enough away before the crafter returned that he would not be able to find me. As a creature of the night, other mobs would not harm me. With a last exertion of my will I stepped into the crafter's home. I could not abandon my mission, for doing so would lead my people to ruin. The crafter's home would have seemed strange to others of my people, but I had once come across an abandoned crafter dwelling while I was traveling to the spider realm. The floor that I was on had a small sitting area around a brick fireplace. Separated by a wall of wooden planks with a row of glass across it was another small room. I peeked into it and saw that it contained a single chest, a crafting bench, and a furnace. At the far end of the room I spotted a flight of stairs that led up to the second floor of the house. I guessed that the crafter's bedroom would probably be on the second floor, along with one more room. It was probably used for storage, for I had never seen a crafter house with only one chest in it. Not wanting the crafter to think that I was snooping into his business, I quickly went back into the sitting area. I did so just in time. Just as I had returned myself to the sitting room, the crafter entered the room carrying the wood that he had collected. "Just stay there a minute." he said. "i just have to put this wood away."
After a few minutes, he returned from the crafting area and seated himself on one of the stair blocks that served as chairs. "So where are you from" he asked me. "And why were you out so late. The monsters would have gotten you if you had not come here." I knew I had to be careful of what I told him. I did plan to tell him who I really was after a time, but I did not want to frighten him with my true nature.
"I come from the plains north of here." I said, describing the general location of the creeper kingdom.
"Really" he said. "I had not heard of any crafters living up there. In fact, I heard that the monster bases were all located to the north." Suddenly he looked at me with a skeptical look. "Are you one of those crafters who has decided to join allegiance with the mobs. Did one of my brothers send you here to overthrow me?"
Suddenly I understood. I had heard rumors that the lord of the crafters was the brother of the other dimension lords. Also when I had traveled to the spider realm, Skreeya the lady of the spiders had told me that she and some of the other mob leaders had been told by Herobrine that his brother was leading one of the actions against the mob kingdoms. When I asked her why I had not been told about this, she said it was because we were not officially in allegiance with him, so he could use our help on secret missions, where he could not send someone who was officially under his command. She had also told me that Steve had been especially afraid of creepers ever since Herobrine had first made creeper kind. I had always known that creepers would do anything in order to follow crafters, but I did not know that we did it because Steve was their lord.
"So are you working for my brothers?" he asked me. I decided to find out if my guess was correct. Even this plan could backfire though if he wondered why I did not know who the lord of my kind was.
"How would I have been sent to hurt you." I asked, putting on my best innocent face. "I do not even know what your name is.
The crafter blushed. "Sorry about that." he said. "I have just been a bit paranoid lately. My name is Steve."
I gasped. I had not actually thought that my guess was right, because there was no reason that the lord of crafters would be living alone in a forest near mob country.
"My lord I did not recognize you." I said, "My name is Cresilia. If I may ask, why are you alone so close to enemy territory."
"There is no need for formalities, you can just call me Steve. As for why I am here, well it is a long story,but basically it is because no one will leave me alone when I am at my palace."
I decided that it was a good time to start steering the conversation towards a point where I could reveal my true nature. "I have heard that creepers have been bothering you." I said. "Do you have any idea why?"
"They have always acted differently around me than around other crafters, but I never thought much about it. I have been too busy fighting the mob kingdoms that have been led to attack me to have any time to think much about those types of things. If I do not get help soon, I do not know how I can possibly win."
His heartfelt words caused the same feelings that I had felt earlier to reappear within me. It caused a great sadness in me that me and my people were making this man's life harder during a time when his life was already hard enough. I saw the wound on his arm, a wound that I had caused. The sight of it nearly brought me to tears.
"How did you get that wound." I asked, struggling to keep my emotions under control.
"It is nothing" he said, misinterpreting my emotions as extreme concern for his health. "A creeper gave it to me while I was exploring today. It happens all the time." This statement completely destroyed what was left of my composure and allowed my emotions to spill out. I broke down crying.
"It is ok" said Steve. "I am ok and it already happened. It is nothing you should feel bad about. It is my problem that creepers always attack me not yours."
"It is my problem." I said as I began to regain control of my emotions. "I am Cresilia, lady of the creepers, and it is my duty to control my people. I am doubly to blame in this situation, for I was the creeper who exploded and gave you that wound." I could not tell what Steve was thinking as he sat there processing this new information.
At last he spoke in a confused tone "If your kind wants so badly to kill me, then why did you come here?"
"We do not want to kill you" I said. "For some reason no creeper can get anywhere near you without exploding. Most of the creepers who come after you are teenage creepers who want to earn glory by killing someone who has inadvertently caused so many creeper deaths."
"Then why are you here?" he asked.
"I am here to find out if you are ok after my explosion earlier. My emotions would not allow me to leave the matter alone until I found out what had happened as a result of my actions." I hesitated for a moment before saying, "and I wanted to apologize for what I did."
"Does that mean you have feelings for me" he asked
"I guess it does" I said, blushing.
Steve regained his thinking look for a few moments. Then he said "I forgive you. You did not explode on purpose, and you were ready to take responsibility for your actions. That is not a common trait among any species."
"I still want to do something to help you to stop your brother's attacks." I said. "My people would help your people in order to help ease the tensions between our kingdoms. But how would we make it official?"
"How about a deal sealed by love?" he asked.
"What do you mean" I asked, my emotions running wild once more as I tried to guess what he meant.
"Well you have feelings for me as you stated before" he said "And I am guessing that what I feel whenever I see you is pretty much the same thing. So let's make this simple. Cresilia, lady of the creeper kingdom, will you marry me and join our two kingdoms against the forces that oppose crafter kind?"
As I looked into his blue eyes I saw the same emotions that were running wild inside of me reflected back into my gaze. "Of course I will marry you" I said "After all it is creeper kind who has always believed in love at first sight."
A/N:I hope that you all enjoyed. If you did, consider leaving a review about what you liked. The next chapter will be from Steve's point of view. See you all next chapter.
