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"W-who are you calling a noob?!" Steve asked waving a crafting table at her.

"You, bucko." She frowned. "Who else would be as stupid as you to roam around without any weaponry?"

"I-I'll have you know, I was just about to make some…" His voice turned into a mumble. "I just couldn't remember how."

…And you are trying to convince me you're not a noob?" She frowned. "Hey, how long have you been in this world?"

"I don't know, a few hours…" He looked at her. "Why do ask?"

"A few hours, and you haven't even made a sword, no less than a crafting table, until just about now?!"

"I didn't tell you that! How did you know?"

"Everything is visible from the trees…" She said mysteriously.

"If everything is visible, you would've seen me enter in from the desert!" He shouted.

They heard a squeak. "Keep your voice down," she whispered, "or you'll be a midnight snack — literally." He nodded.

"Yeah, sorry, I'm just used to playing in creative," he stated. She gasped loudly and the rattling of bones was heard.

"Creative?!" She whispered, and a skeleton came out of the woods. She shot him down took his arrow.

"C'mon, let's get inside," she whispered as she held a torch. "It'll be safer there." He nodded.

As they walked toward her shelter, she asked about creative mode, making him slightly… proud.

"Is it true you can do whatever you want?"

"Yep."

"And no mobs attack you?"

"Correct."

"And you can spawn all types of mobs?"

"Yep-itty doozie."

"And you can… uh… create anything?"

"Yeah…"

"Could you have… Created me?"

Steve stopped walking and stared at her. "What makes you think that? No, you can't create Minecraft 'players', just mobs."

"…Oh." She looked down, almost ashamed for not knowing that.

"W-well, why did you ask?" He nearly sprinted to catch up with her.

"N-no reason." She said and briskly. She lifted her blocky chin toward the night stars.

"Uh…Ok…?" They walked on in silence. "Say… Thanks for letting me hang at your place." He said, for lack of anything else to say.

"Don't mention it." She plastered a small smile on her face, for he couldn't see her, only her hair.

They walked in silence until they came across a large and well lit house. "Wow." Steve stared in awe. "Are you sure you don't go into creative mode?"

"Of course not. This is what comes from hard work and dedication." She beamed in the darkness.

"Man, I could never build any thing like this…" Steve admitted as they went inside.

It must have been at least tree stories tall. There was a coal block attached to the ceiling with a fence with torches on its sides. Tables and stair-chairs were in one room, and an oven with a workbench was in another. She proudly showed him the living room and her dog's room.

"I spent nearly twenty days on this room," she beamed. Five redstone blocks in the shape of a cross were on the ceiling, and the coal-block wall was decorated with lapis and gold. He slowly walked into the room. He was admiring the room when —

"MMPH!" His face oldies with the cold floor. What on earth did he trip on? A whimper was heard in back of him. He slowly got up and looked down at where the sound had come from. A dog, about up to Steve's knee, was looking at him with sad eyes, its tail facing down.

"FooFang!" The mob hunter ran to the canine and gave it some steak. FooFang's tail perked up and he stood.

"Watch your step, noob," She said. "Or it'll be your last." Her eyes became cold, dark voids; the hair on the back of Steve's neck stood up.

"Woof woof, whimper," it looked at her.

"Good dog, good dog." She patted him on the head and smiled. Her eyes turned back to their original turquoise. That's weird, he never saw any of the villagers change their eyes that before. Then again, she wasn't exactly a villager…

"Where are you from?" He asked abruptly. She looked at him as her smile vanished and the dog growled slightly.

"I'm from the depths of time and the death of the sea,

the warmth of my mother and the bark of the trees.

From the toughness of bedrock, the rustle of leaves,

the calmness of waves and the business of bees."

Her hair became orange from the hazel they were before and FooFang's hair stood on end, his coat becoming a hot pink.

"From the breath of Notch, the smoothness of stone,

from the spear in the fish old skelly bones.

From the light of a beacon and the animals are friends,

but with a smile of Herobrine and a heart from the End.

The innocence of a lamb and a hop like a bunny,

But, my dear villager, I'm not anything funny."

Her tempo changed and her eyes turned a light yellow. FooFang stood on his rear legs, his front legs resting on an invisible (and imaginary) wall.

"My sword is a fire not to be put out.

My speed would make hero brine pout.

Beware, villager, for what you do see

Is only a slight sliver of Kemine Berlii!"

Weird. None of the villagers did that before…

Her eyes and hair (and FooFang,) became their original color. She stared at him with a dazed look on her face.

"That's been happening ever since this morning…" She murmured. "FooFang's been really on-end about this…"

The time he came here! That's when that started happening!

"Really? That explains a lot." She didn't seem angry. Wait… did he say that out loud?

"Wait… He didn't?! And I didn't?!" He looked at her as she said that, but her lips didn't move. Holy crap!

"Holy crap!" she 'said' at the same time.

Were they…

"…Reading each others' minds?" She finished for him out loud.

"Can we just go take a walk?" A mysterious voice said. Steve looked at FooFang. "Please? Hello, stop ignoring me!" FooFang could read minds, too?!

"This is too much," He said. "You and FooFang have mind reading abilities?"

"Not until just now…" She muttered. Something was bothering him, but he didn't know what. "Can we shut it off?"

"Possibly…" 'Said' FooFang.

FooF, be quiet. Now Kem, what do we try?

"Kem?! FooF?!" She 'asked'.

Yeah… Why not? You're names are too long, anyway. Steve looked at the two pairs of bewildered eyes.

…Did I just say that?

"Yes," they both replied.

"Well, it's probably for the better, then. Now, Let's get this all figured out!" He said.

The words 'TO BE CONTINUED…' formed as he jumped in the air.

"This again?!" He said through gritted teeth. "Kem, a little help?!" A satisfying smile spread across her face.

"Nah, I'll just stare at these beautiful rainbow letters."

"Kem! KEEEEEMMM!"

Hoped you enjoyed! This is FamilyFire, the MC sire, signing out! BAAIII!