Chapter 3- Memories
I was still standing outside of the town's walls, my mouth open from what I just saw. Purple sparks still remained on the ground, their bright amethyst crystals shining against the dull green of the grass.
There was no way any normal human could teleport like that, so that only left one reason. James must be half-Ender, a rare occasion these days. Shaking my head as if to clear my mind from the memory, I walked past the dead guards and entered the town.
Children ran through the streets, laughing and giggling. Adults stood at stands that lined the streets, calling out to the people walking by. "Buy fresh fruit here!" "Custom made pickaxes sold here!" "Fresh meat!"
I ignored the vendors, and I smiled when I saw Jess arguing with one of them. Her blond hair swished back and forth as she yelled at the vendor, gesturing wildly with her hands. I was tempted to walk over to her, but then realized that I would seem stalker-ish if she knew I was here.
I found an inn and marveled at the cozy feeling of the lobby. The whole place was lit with torches, and there were people walking around, talking to each other. There was a bookshelf on the farthest wall away from me, couches lined the wall next to it. Homespun rugs adorned the floor, and a fireplace sat at the back. Some children were laying on the rug in front of the fireplace, coloring.
The whole place reminded me of something, yet I couldn't place on what it reminded me of. A wave of dizziness came over me, and I grabbed for the nearest thing so that I could steady myself. But my feet gave way, and I fell to the floor, groaning. Several people surrounded me, asking me if I was okay.
My vision was getting blurry, black was creeping at the edges of what I saw. The last thing I saw was a flash of blond hair whipping through the people surrounding me.
While I was asleep, it seemed that a memory had "surfaced". There was a man, who had dark brown hair, and deep set, ocean colored eyes. There was also a woman, whose hair was a dirty blond, and her eyes were the color of summer grass. The man's arm lay around her shoulder, and it looked as if they were staring at me, big smiles on their faces.
They were sitting on couch, and I was coloring on the floor, right in front of the fireplace. I assumed to be my "parents" were just staring at my small body, my cyan shirt and jeans the same, along with my tousled brown hair. I had to be no older than 7, and I looked very innocent.
I could only see my back in this "dream" or "memory", so I was surprised when I turned around to face my parents. My eyes weren't the glowing white orbs I expected them to be, but a pale blue, like the sky on a warm day.
"Momma! Stop looking at me!" I pouted, folding my stubby arms across my chest. My mother chuckled. "Oh Steve, why do I have to stop?" "Because your ruining my concentation!" Both my parents laughed at my mis-wording, and my mother got up off the couch to kneel on the floor next to me.
"My baby, I never want to stop looking at you. You're to handsome." She said, kissing me on the forehead. My face scrunched up at the kiss, causing my father to laugh.
That was the last I remember before someone poured cool water on my face, and I sat up, sputtering. I wiped away the water, sending droplets flying to the people still standing nearby. "Who did that?" I growled. "Steve, you passed out. I had to do something." Said a familiar voice. I turned my head to come face to face with Jess.
"Jess? How...did you get here?" I asked, as my cheeks turned a bright pink. She rolled her eyes at me while she talked. "I noticed your mop of brown hair walking towards the inn. When I arrived, people were crowded around you. I had to see if you were ok." Now it was her turn to blush.
I was about to say something when one the people standing nearby piped up. "Heyyyy, you look a lot like Herobrine!" They exclaimed, causing people to gasp. I gave a half-hearted laugh. "Yes, I suppose so. Who said that?" I asked while Jess helped me off the ground.
A middle-aged girl stepped forward, her copper red hair and green eyes striking. She wore a gold-colored dress, the fabric flowing over her black boots. She also wore a heavy black jacket atop the golden fabric, causing my eyes to widen on how amazing she looked.
"I'm Emfia." She said, giving me toothy grin.
