Chapter 2- Disaster

Sometimes when you wake up at someone else's house, It takes you a minute to figure out where you are. It was just like that.. just weirder. To my right, about two paces away lay a girl with olive skin and dark hair. Fascinated I stayed quiet and unnoticed. I had never seen a female sleep before. She was calm. A troubled expression clouded her face, probably due to the fact that her house had burned down the night before, and she was sleeping on grassland in the middle of nowhere. In her tightened fists she held her polished bow to her chest. She breathed in and out slowly, making little noise. I got up silently as not to wake her, but she opened her eyes. I turned away so I didn't show my face (that was probably scarlet red), but soon remembered that she could read minds.

I nay had ye down as a pervert, boy!

What's with the old fashioned accent? I said, suppressing a mischievous grin.

Have ye never heard of fashion ma'am?

Meh, you're mean.

"Hey there.. thanks for comforting me last night." Tilly interupted.

"Sorry." I said awkwardly

"For what? You didn't make it happen." She said.

"I'm gonna go and get something for breakfast." I announced, failing at sounding cheery.

"Oh.. can I borrow your bow?" I asked

"Nah, i'll come and help." She proclaimed

So we set off. We didn't talk for a while. I could tell she was still sore from what had happened last night. Herobrine, or just a creeper? Something told me it wasn't a creeper, and I guess, in the last few days, I'd learned to follow my instincts. Plus, why would a Creeper randomly blow up a treehouse? I'd heard that creepers would only attempt to blow up people that were 7 blocks away. We were at least a few hundred steps away from the tree when it must have blown up, because we didn't hear it. Anyhoo, we would have to make some sort of shelter soon, or we would fall to the hands of the undead. In fact, it was a miracle that weren't deceased, we were on open ground, any evil mob could have attacked us while we were asleep. It was actually quite suspicious. It was Tilly who broke the silence though.

"I can tell what you're thinking. I know that you have felt the same kind of frustration as I have felt. I just can't see what happened to you."

I sighed. "That's probably because, I- don't actually uh- know."

She raised her eyebrows.

"How about I make a shelter while you hunt for breakfast, after all, you're the one with the bow."

"Ok.. but that blade is way more deadly than any normal blade." She said warily, "Zhalit was used by Herobrine himself once. It has an enchantment on it."

I took the sword out of my pocket and it grew in size. I realised that it wasn't made of stone, but.. some sort of clouded matter. The sword was light in my hands, but I could tell that it could cut through anything without trouble.

"Wow... are you seriously giving me this? The blade of terror itself?"

"Until you get something else. By the way, this is way outdated, Herobrine now draws a blade so powerful that it seconds to the power of the blade of Notch."

"AndreĆ­os." I nodded.

"Your blade is a Katar. It acts as a hoe, an axe, a pickaxe and a sword."

I nodded again appreciatively.

"So I can use it blitz these trees?"

"Yup."

"Awesome."

I took a swing at the nearest tree. To my shock and amazement, the whole tree disappeared leaving me half a stack of wood.

"Oh my days... this is so awesome!" I said, swinging at trees with delight.

After a minute, I had 129 logs to be exact, that means 516 planks. I built an ambitious house with 3 floors and 5 rooms on each floor, but Tilly hadn't come back. I was past worrying now. I decided to go on a search. Zhalit in hand, I warily began trudging through the forest. Before I knew it, night was approaching and there was a chilly wind in the air.

"Tilly, Tilly!"

I was about to give up when I heard the voice again.

The person thou seeks is to thy west.

Which way is west?

To thy rear.

How far?

Nigh more than a couple of yards.

I began to run back the way I came. I soon spotted a figure on the grass, sleeping. Tilly's breath was frail.

"What happened?!"

No answer I buried my face in my hands

Not again!

Why did it have to happen to her? Tilly was just about breathing. I dragged her back to where i'd built the base, led by my old fashioned friend in the wind. I laid her on a bed and covered her in a woollen blanket.