A Beacon of Hope
Running. That was all I knew how to do. I have done it my whole life. Running and hiding. I am Pickle, as you may call me and I am The Beacon of Hope.
I am an orphan. I was lost in the Nether when I was seven. My mother had taken me on a mining trip for quartz. My brother and father were safely sitting mining coal on Earth. A ghast was following us as we hurried back to the portal. The ghast pulverized it. My mother and I ran to the nearest cave we could find. Unfortunately, my mother, Clara, passed away because of a Zombie Pig man. I was stuck in the Nether. Stuck with no food. No water. No safety. No shelter. No parents. No brother. No hope...
I ran for hours. I later found a Stronghold. I had no choice. I walked in carrying my Iron Dagger, scared out of my mind. There I met Herobrine. He took pity on my soul and seeing a child of seven in such grief, took me in. I am fourteen now and Hero says I can take responsibilities for myself. In a shorter term. He has kicked me out. I walked slowly throughout the castle, feeling pain surge through my entire body. I was stuck once again. I looked up as I heard a noise. It sounded like a Nether Portal. I slowly crept towards the sound as I heard talking. "Guys, do we have to be here? This place gives me the creeps," said an unusually familiar voice. "We have to get that Nether quartz," one said. I felt my heart sink. I moved closer, in the process I tripped. They could see me laying on the floor and immediately drew their swords. I ran. Fast. Faster. They ran close behind me and shouted things like, Stop." I disobeyed their commands. They caught up as one slashed my leg. I fell backwards and screamed a blood curdling yell. "Deadlox what the heck," yelled one wearing sunglasses. "Sorry I just got excited," Deadlox said in a bored tone. "She needs a healing potion," said the soft familiar tone. One threw a weakness potion on me. I screamed in agony as the one with the sunglasses yelled "Oh no, I gave her the wrong one!"
My vision blurred as I felt the potions effects working. "We need to get her to the hospital," I heard as I blacked out.
Srry for the short chappie!