Chapter 2: Who are you?
History, Part II
The care home was the Nether. (See what I did there? No? On with the story….) Midgets leaving toys on the Stone Brick stairs, teenagers sloping about. I was glad I was neither. My care worker was called TJrulez1234. I'm glad I'm just Cristal_In_The_Rough. He was young, and tried to find me a foster family. He failed, miserably. Miserably. No-one wanted me, I was too creepy. My dagger-like eyes burned into their souls. It felt amazing, to be up there, like I was above all of them.
Inside the forest
A distant howl. A zombie growl. My sword's usage bar on critical. I had wood all around me, but darkness strengthened them. I wouldn't make it out alive. I don't want to risk that chance. Ailmentin (Pronounced I'll-ment-in) was not very populated, so the chances of someone finding me were minute. Until…. Him.
He has chocolate hair, sleek that it would have a shine. If it wasn't dark, that is. I call out. He gasps. He runs.
"No… no… please Notch don't let her hurt me…" he mutters. It was audible enough to hear, though.
"I won't hurt you. How long have you been here?" I ask, and try to smile. It comes out twisted.
"Oh… Erm... 3 days. At least I think." He mumbles, stuttering.
"Get up. Which direction did you come from?" I order him, expecting an answer.
"I don't know. It looks the same to me." He's useless. I can tell now.
"Where do you live? And what's your name?" I inquire.
"Haylor Mowntayn. (Pronounced Hey-low moan-tin) Didn't your parents say not to talk to strangers?"
"I don't have any."
"Oh. I didn't know. Sorry."
"Seriously, you can walk fast."
"Not really," He starts, "It's over there." He points me in the right direction.
"Dear Jeb, why didn't you tell me? Have you got any food? I'm dying."
"Sure, here," He throws me some raw steak. "The name's Alec."
"Cristal," I say munching on three of the steaks. "How old are you?"
"12, you?"
"11."
"Cool." We sit in silence, while Alec uses his old flint and steel to try and start a fire.
This, I thought, is the beginning of something big. Really big.
I STILL NEED OC'S! No-one can be bothered. :3
Until…. Erm… NEXT CHAPTER, folks bub-bye!
-Mollzay AKA The Author (Epic pen name, right!)
