As the day went on Petra took to crossing her arms when the patch of wither started to hurt, keeping it still seemed to help, and taking breaks often. It slowed her down, but, knowing the danger of wither sickness, she didn't want to take any chances.
A hour or so into walking she started to hear a sound, best described as: Whoosh whoosha whoosh. But Petra knew what it was, and ran toward it as quickly as she could. It was a nether portal, light purple mist floating around it, its many spirals spinning into deep magenta eternity.
Yes! Petra smiled. She had found the portal! Now I go east from here for a day and I'll find the temple. Petra turned and saw something in the trees above her, it looked like a tree house, and as she came closer she saw it was a tree house.
They must have spent the night here, Petra thought. She climbed up into it and looked around. There wasn't much there, just an empty fire place. She didn't have any flint and steel, but this would be a good place to rest. She sat against the wall for a few minutes finishing off her food and then without realizing it she had fallen asleep.
When she woke up it was evening. Her wither arm tingled slightly. Yawning, she got up. She felt very stiff, and not at all well rested. Its getting dark, but I'am so close! I think I can just make it if I go now. Petra climbed down the ladder and started walking east. As the sky was darkening she started to hear noises from the trees. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, Petra thought. And it was found to be more than true when three creepers and a few ender men came out from behind a tree.
Ok, don't panic, just because you have wither sickness doesn't mean you can't fight off a few monsters, Petra tried to reassure herself. She pulled out her sword. An arrow whizzed past her head, and Petra ducked and ran forward chopping at the monsters nearest her. But she was so weak she had to hold her sword with both hands, and every time her sword collided with a monster shock waves raced up her arms and she winced.
The mobs were closing in from all sides now. Even if she didn't have wither sickness she would be having trouble, but with it she could barely keep her sword swinging, and she wasn't hitting anything half the time. A creeper blasted next to her, sending her crashing to the ground, and then her left arm started burning again. Once again she couldn't move. A spider leaped onto her, hissing. Petra's head was spinning, but the sky was growing lighter. If I can just hold on a little longer...
Another creeper exploded, this time it blasted the spider off her. The burning on her arm was starting to lessen a little. Petra tried desperately to pull herself away. Suddenly there was no ground beneath her, and she fell onto a ledge of a great ravine, digging her fingers into the stone, she tried desperately to pull herself up. But she couldn't hold on and down she fell deep into the darkness.
Splash!
Cold, deep, night-blue water was all around her, a stream that ran through the ravine. Petra pulled herself to shore and shivered in the darkness, her eyes scanning for a way up. At the top of the ravine she could still hear hisses and growls. But she waited until the sun could be seen above the trees and most of the monsters had burned away.
Petra sighed, relieved as the sun's warm beams washed over her. She was dry now, and she took her planned route out of the ravine without trouble. But when she got to the top her arm was stinging again. Crossing her arms Petra walked on, although she could hardly take another step. Then in the distance she saw something, was it... yes it was! The temple!