I don't own Minecraft.
Marlina's POV
Marlina trudged through the jungle biome, her entire body soaked, her hair dripping wet. She fought the urge to stop and wring her clothes out. Once she got to the desert biome, her drenched outfit would be a blesssing.
She hacked at the vines, shouting obscenities that would make the surliest of sailors wince, obscenities for someone who very likely wasn't listening.
Though, with Herobrine, you never knew.
She paused for a moment, her eyes fixed on a pool of water. It was barely three blocks deep, but there was a squid bobbing in it, panicking at its lack of space.
Marlina always felt sorry for squids. They always looked so sad, with their solemn eyes turned up.
She laughed bitterly.
If this squid had been a wolf, a dog, an ocelot, players would flock to get one.
But it was a squid, and so universally hated.
She took one last glance at the pool, then strode away, slashing at the vines as if they had wronged her.
A squid's eyes were not the ones she was looking for.
Nellie's POV
Her mountain of cookies, uneaten and growing stale, was begining to unnerve the village's inhabitants. The baker was worried he would be put out of business, because...well...who can possibly compete with a scale model replica of Mount St. Helens made of cookies?
The baker's best friend, the butcher, tapped Nellie's shoulder.
"Hrrrmmm." He stated clearly, his eyes cold.
Nellie's eyes narrowed, and her mouth pressed into a thin line.
"Hmmmr?" The butcher asked.
Nellie slowly shook her head.
The butcher looked to the candlestick maker and the baker for help.
The baker pushed him, then retreated into the crowd.
Gulping nervously, the butcher stepped forward.
Anita's POV
Anita was carrying nothing but the butcher's knife, a lovely cleaver she had pickpocketed off him while he was talking to the shopkeeper about her interests.
She wore a full blown Victorian suit, and so many ruffles and ridges adorned her attire she could have passed for the snack aisle at a grocery store.
And that was why the Witch was at a loss as to why it was losing.
The girl had no magic. No weapons but a knife. No armor.
She did have skill, the Witch gave her that. She sliced and hacked without getting one drop of blood on her whimsical outfit.
But she shouldn't have been winning.
And yet she was.
Marlina's POV
Finally she arrived. She changed from her navy blue velvet outfit to a blood red silk dress and scarf.
She prided herself on her outfits.
Her glasses gleamed dully in the light that filtered through the trees, and the air smelled of decay. She heard no birds, no animals rustling through the leaves, and through the sickly smell of rotting leaves and flesh she smelled something burning.
Then, in the excruciating silence, there was a scattering of leaves behind her. She whirled around, her diamond sword at the ready, but she saw nothing.
"Ha...ha...haa."
The laugh was at the same time painfully slow and too fast for her comfort, like a poorly written novel.
She wished her vision was not limited so much.
Then, another sliding noise, of someone rushing through the leaves that carpeted the forest floor.
She turned just in time to stop the sword rushing toward her.
There was a clash as the blades met, and already it was a tremendous effort to stop the blade from reaching its target. Beads of sweat rolled down Marlina's face, just from the strain of stopping the weapon.
She ducked, and her opponent stumbled as he was caught momentarily off balance.
And then she saw him.
He looked like a player. An average one, too.
Until you saw his face.
His eyes were a blank white, devoid of all soul.
He was a man, but when you saw his eyes he was no longer a man.
He was a demon.
And Marlina, for once in her life, was really, truly, afraid.