[Neverending Strife]
Chapter 1: Guardian
"C'mon Meow!" I shout, jumping over the treetops in a race against the setting sun. "We have to get home in time!"
A large meow sounds behind me, and I have to stop and wait with a sigh, again, for the laziest cat of all time to catch up. The sun's rays glint off her sleek black fur as she pads up to me slowly, mewing pitifully for a fish. I roll my eyes and scoop her up, placing her in the hood of my jet-black cloak before speeding off again. Meow lets out a growl and claws at my hair, but I ignore her. She hates when I do this, but we'll never make it to my shelter in time if I don't.
My long midnight-black hair streams out in waves as the wind rushes through it, whipping back to bite my face occasionally. The mountain air gets progressively colder as the trees get higher also, almost shaped like stairs. The sun is almost completely hidden by the horizon. On some nights this wouldn't be happening, and I'd be outside hunting zombies or whatever. Something just tells me tonight isn't the night to be doing that. Or be outside for that matter.
We make it in time to my small shelter in the side of a cliff, and I bolt inside, shutting the door behind me. Meow gives me a sharp nibble on my ear and jumps out of my hood, landing on the wooden floor. She licks a paw and doesn't look at me. I give her a slight hiss to show her I'm annoyed and turn to my right, looking out the window.
The moon is beautiful this time of night. It shines on the forest below, allowing a full view of the valley around. The animals mill about peacefully, passing by the monsters that pop up here and there.
I find myself watching a creeper wandering aimlessly around the valley, almost childlike as it starts following a chicken, its black eyes glimmering with curiosity. It is oblivious to any other moving life around, solely focused on that chicken.
Until it stops and watches a group of shadows dart past, moving its entire body to keep sight of them.
I blink as the shadows appear in the moonlight. A group of ten Endermen- almost a pack- moving with humanlike determination in a general direction: west. There's a village not too far from here, in that direction. Is it just a coincidence they're headed that way?
Suspicion tells me no.
"Meow, you're staying here," I murmur, tossing a fish to my cat without looking back. "Don't cause any trouble." Pulling my hood over my head, I open the door and set off after them, full sprint.
The moon lights the way to the village as I soon lose sight of the Endermen. They're fast, I'll give them that. The village is only a hundred-something blocks away, but going armed with only a bow and an iron sword in the middle of the night is suicide. Should I have built that minetrack I thought of building a few days ago, as I'm running across the wide stretch of plains now?
Nah, I prefer to run.
A slight light shines up ahead, and I put on another burst of speed after it. It glows an odd green color through the grove of trees surrounding the village, too close to it for comfort. I dart through the flickering shadows and make my way into the large clearing. Only to find the village is on fire.
People are fleeing the destruction as their homes boil in green and white flames, screaming in terror. Black shapes and the purple pixels emitting from them mark the Endermen amidst the carnage, rampaging. They're destroying the small wooden houses, killing the villagers, and only one person is standing up to them, fighting off some more with a diamond sword. I summon my iron sword from my inventory and jump into the fight.
Screw the warnings about not looking into their eyes, since that seems to be the only way to get them to notice me. Oh, and you remember when I said that going out armed only with an iron sword and a bow is suicide? I should really listen to my own advice.
About three of them are after me by the time I try to deter them from the single fighter in the midst. I slash at one and then double back, repeating that tactic over and over again. It's hard, and I'm tiring quickly.
The other fighter suddenly glances my way, and I catch his eye for a split second before he's knocked flying into the wall of a home. Determination surges through me and I dart forward, ramming my sword into an Enderman's chest.
The screech of pain it lets out is bloodcurdling, and I slam my hands over my ears as it teleports out of my sight. Something odd happens now- the rest of the Endermen start disappearing one by one, until they're all gone. I feel numb, like what just happened wasn't real, even though I was there. Endermen don't attack unless provoked. Who or what provoked them?
After a few more seconds of silence, I turn and bolt back towards the person that had been slammed into a wall.
He's lying on the ground next to where he landed, his eyes shut and a small trickle of blood running down the corner of his mouth. He has short brown hair and slightly tan skin, and is wearing a red shirt and a black sleeveless jacket with black jeans and grey shoes. I blink, and shake my head, gently lifting him up and carrying him back in the direction of my house.
ITS FINALLY OUT! IM SOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY FOR PROCRASTINATING SO LONG DDDDDDDD; I didn't even meet my criteria for 1,000 words because I didn't have a word counter on OpenOffice and no inspiration for this DX
Although I think I know what to do on the next chapter :D also, I'm on christmas break! FINALLY~
Enjoy! :D *decodes*
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