~Charlie's POV~

When I got closer to the girl she didn't even seen to notice until I was only a few feet away from her. When she looked up I could her pale skin draining to white. Of course I knew why. No one would trust a creature like me. She closed her eyes. Probably waiting for an explosion. But I just stood there. Looking down at her. Feeling guilty that she was shivering in fear. But I just stood there waiting for her to calm down. She did. Slowly she tried to open her eyes and faced me. There we were creeper and human girl staring each other in the eyes. Hers were blue. Just like the waters. Deep and never ending. She had fear in them. But also sadness, untrusting and anger. I noticed the back she had behind her. It was filled with ores that are found in the caves. There was even redstone and gold. I felt she was looking at me and when I looked back at her I noticed she stared at the string I got for her. Maybe I would make a giant mistake but leaving her with an arrow would be dangerous. When she reached down to grab it I took my chance. I Bent over her and grabbed the feathery end in my mouth. What should I do otherwise with no arms? Then I pulled. I could feel she tried to jerk back but I had already pulled out the arrow. Blood made their way down her arm. It was even worse than before. I could see tears running down her face. Is I though, it most have hurt badly. I was about to turn away and leave her be. Not because I wanted to! No, just because I felt she might think I'm just as terrible as the other creepers. Only causing pain and destruction. Then I heard it. I heard her voice.

"Thanks". She said it soft and it was hold back with a snob. I turned around to look at her. I saw her was busy binding her arm with the spider string I got her. When she was done. So let out a sight. Not a bad sight or a sad one. More like a relieved one.

"I own you my life" She said and then looked at me. Then she smiled. A real bright smile. I heard the cows talk about it once. Those humans could always make a nice face when they would smile bright.

~? POV~

I let tears roll down my face. Not only because of the pain caused by the removed arrow. But also because I would live.. I made it and what would supposed to be my dome just saved my life.

In my whole life I had never felt so Happy.. So relieved. I heard the creeper turning around. Ready to leave. I grabbed the string that lay on the grass. Surrounded by a print left by the creepers feet. I started to bind the string around the wound which had stopped pouring out my blood. I bit my lip for a second before I let these words slip of my mouth: "Thanks" Followed by a snob and I almost felt like crying again. Because I was still alive. I let out a relieved sight. "I own you my life" I could my mouth curve up into a smile. I looked back at the Creeper. Who was facing me now. Then I saw something I wouldn't even had dreamed of seeing a creeper doing that.

The creepers mouth turned into a smile. I looked at the sun. It was standing around midday. Meaning it would turn dark within 6 hours or less. I didn't know where I was. But to be honest. I don't care. I had lost my parents when they had fall down a ravine while being on a mission to find a new land to expand the village. Since then I had lived on my own and looked myself inside of the house that used to be shared with my parents. I guess I lost myself then. When I finally let myself out again I guess you could say I had lost myself. So when those asked me if I would wanted to join their mining trip. I felt like I had people caring about me.

I got lost in my though for a moment. I cried again. It was like all those feelings were coming out. And here I was alone. At least I felt alone. Until he come closer again.

I looked up to the Creeper and when I looked into his eyes I could see he was concerned. Somehow, Just Somehow I felt safe. "My name is Ashley" I said

Of course I knew creepers couldn't talk. But somehow I felt like I could trust him.

~Charlie's POV~

When she looked surprised at the fact I smiled she suddenly stared at the sun. So did I. Past midday. Meaning that it would be dark within 6 hours. When I looked back at her she suddenly seemed to be in a trance. She stared at the ground at her feet. Being deep in thought. Then suddenly the face that smiled brightly at first formed into a frown. Then she began to cry. I didn't know why she cried. Suddenly I felt uneasy. I knew she needed conformed but all I could was just staring at her. She seemed to notice I was looking at her because she raised her head and looked me into the eyes once again. I saw her relax. "My name is Ashley" she said. She layed her head on her knees and looked at me. Her tears slowly stopping to fall from those pretty eyes. Then she got up. Starting at the surrounding. I wanted tell her my name. But could I do that? I can't speak or neither have arms to write it down. I saw her walking towards some of the trees. Taking out an iron axe and started to take down some trees. When I looked at the surroundings myself my eyes fall on some cows staring at us at a distance. I could feel them talking about us. So I thought maybe they knew something I could do to tell her my name. Since they were kept on the farm they knew a lot about people. When I approached them I could hear them giggling as they stared at me from over the fence. "Why hello there Charlie" Mowed the left. "Hello. Is something wrong?" Not being sure why they would giggle. "Noo, Charlie nothing wrong. Berta and me just watched the whooole scense." The right cow mowed. "I see… Do you know where she is from?" I asked just to start a conversation. Bertha looked behind me I guess she took a look at the girl. "Nooo, I don't know where she came frooom. Do yooou Clara?" Bertha looked over to the other cow. The other cow took a look this time. "Doesn't seem like it." Clara said while shaking her leg. "But yooou sure are more a gentleman then an exploding rude." Clara mowed when looking at me. I felt a bit embarrassed. I turned around to see what Ashley was doing. I heard the cows giggling behind me again.