I don't own Minecraft
Okay, I was inspired to do Minecraft by my friend from school, NellisEllis. Check her out!
It was raining.
I mention this not because it was particuarly strange weather, for in fact it rained quite frequently, but because it is very inportent to the plot.
Though it was stormy, and the once-blue skies were devoid of light, in wasn't in any way night, and was (at least, before it started raining,) the middle of a blue and sunny day.
A lone sheep bleated for its mother, a small cry out to a herd that had long since moved on.
It instead was faced with a very confused and hurt Enderman, making small noises of pain as it was hit by the rain. The Enderman picked up the sheep and teleported away.
This may or may not be important to the story.
Seven miles away, a girl was running.
Now, this is not so extrordinary, for people run all the time. Running is normal.
The remarkable thing was what she was running from.
What she was running TO is very important as well, but, as an author, I will stick with one thing at a time, because otherwise I'm going to end up confusing you.
Now, where were we? Oh, yes, running.
She was running from an angry mob.
No, not that kind of mob. A mob of players. Torches, pitchforks, the whole nine.
Now why, well, that was easy. The reason they were chasing her is the chicken she was carrying, a chicken she stole.
Oh, and she was harboring a known fugitive, but the poultry was more important, and besides, they didn't know that.
The girl, whose name I will reveal to be Marlina, ran into some trees, and soon lost the crowd. She ducked into a cave and sat down in a chair, breathing heavily.
"Line!" A blond haired girl waved at her from a corner.
"Is that...blood?" Marlina said, eying the red liquid the other girl was covered in.
"It isn't Nellie, if that's what you're thinking." She answered.
"Ani, that I have to wonder if you're covered in guts is just..wrong!" Marlina answered.
The criminal shrugged. "So's murder, and you let me stay here."
"That's different!"
"How?"
"It's- UGH! Ok, so if you didn't kill Nellie, then where is she?"
Ani gestured to farther into the cave. "The kitchen."
Marlina tried to storm off while still looking badass.
She failed miserably and nearly fell over.
Luckily, she nearly fell over in the direction of the kitchen, so Nellie was able to catch her.
"Where ya going, Line?" Nelle said cheerfully.
"To see you. I have our dinner." Marlina said, holding up the squawking bird.
Nellie frowned, her reddish pink hair swaying as she grabbed the chicken.
"Look, I love chicken just as much as the next gal, but couldn't you have gotten it some legal way?"
Marlina smiled. "Nellie, when you have murderer in the living room, there's no such thing as the 'legal way.'"
Nellie raised an eyebrow. "Yes, Line, there is. It's called trade. Or perhaps the ever-elusive 'grow it yourself' method I hear so much about?"
Marlina's short brown hair bounced in frustration. "Look, when I try to say something cool, ALL LOGIC IS OUT OF THE CONVERSATION!"
Nellie laughed, her purple eyes sparkling. "Logic? I have purple eyes and pink hair. Don't talk to me about logic!"
"Well, all us normal folks don't want it overshadowing our badassery, so shut it."
Nellie kept laughing.
God Damn it, Nellie.