Yaaaa, Kerfufflez is backio. I just called myself Kerfufflez for some reason. Me likey. They can be my male alternate ego. They can do my disclaimer, which I forgot about *Starts to mumble* This is the only time I'll do it, so pay attention!
Kerfufflez: Why must she force me to do this!
Opal: *Evil glint in eyes* Because I ish you. Do it.
Kerfufflez: Okay, okay. We do not own Minecraft blah blah blah, if we did, Cocoa beans would take over the world because they look like figs which we love, and enderman would be a basic slave race.
Opal: *Mumbles* Like the Ood...
Chapter 8
"If you can't go back to your mother's womb, you'd better learn to be a good fighter."
― Anchee Min
Cody POV
"Guys! I am going to just go around the area, see if there's anybody! Highly doubt we're the only ones, seeing as Aiden got us all in so easily, and random people are being teleported here!" I hollered. What? I didn't have a very high opinion of him, though I do admit, he could build.
I could here a muffled okay from Arella, who was probably the only one even half awake. We'd been here for the past three days, and were doing fairly average things. Then again, none of us had ever survived in an even remotely wild place, so for all we knew, we could be spiraling into the depths of doom.
Currently, we had a little panic room, courtesy of Lance, optimized to keep out explosions, intruders, or any kind of projectile. That was pretty much all we built, except for a small animal farm Selene made, with her taming skills. We didn't need any plant farms to be built, as the area already had roughly four of those, with simple things like potatoes, carrots, and wheat.
We had no idea of what was beyond the forest, so I was thinking about going around for a glance to see what surrounded us.
I walked for a good ten minutes, before the branches thinned out. I could smell the clean, salty tang of a nearby sea. Before long, a beautiful beach with shimmering white sand stood before me. I couldn't help but marvel at the amazing scenery, but I knew I had to turn back. I was pretty sure I'd been gone for roughly an hour.
As I looked back at the forest, I couldn't help but feel like I saw someone running away from the area. I shrugged it off, though, knowing that it was probably just us out here in this forest.
Aiden POV
I poked the bandages tightly wound around my arm. The damage from wasn't that bad, and was healing quickly.
Looking around proudly at what we had made in such a short period of time, I couldn't help but be glad I made the decision to leave home. Back there, my parents were to restrictive, always trying to restrict me to take over the family business. As great as selling fish bait was, it was definitely not for me.
called me over to speak, "Well, Aiden. As you know, probably better than any of us, there are many dangerous hostiles around here, and obviously, we need to prepare." She took out a wooden sword from a bin, woven of sticks. If I was correct, we found the bin as some extra supplies left from the abandoned village, but there were no weapons.
"Wait, where did you get that sword from?" I asked her.
"Oh, chopped down that tree," she motioned towards a stump, "and got some help from Lance. He sure knows how to put things together."
"Got it. So. What am I supposed to do?" As much as I realized how potentially deadly mobs could be, I was not comfortable handling a weapon that could chop my head off easily.
She smirked, spreading her arms wide, "Take a swing. Wood doesn't do much, and I'm just too awesome to get hurt by you, anyway." I scowled at her, and attempted to do what she said. She simply stepped to the side, telling me to try again.
"What makes you, of all people, qualified to teach me to fight?!" I exclaimed, getting a bit pissed off.
"Several years of experimenting on scarecrows?" She said, before muttering something that sounded like, "and humans..." She punched me lightly in the shoulder. Right where I got shot with an arrow.
I winced, trying to ignore the pain, "I heard that last part!" I attempted to at least balance the tool, before hitting her with the flat of the sword, on her back.
"Not bad," she said with the faintest of smiles on her face.
Naturally, she had to take out a replica of the weapon I was holding, and say, "Now the real fun begins!"
To put it simply, I returned to bed with more than one bruise, as well as a new set of skills.
Not sure how I feel about this chapter. Anyway, special thanks to CobaltMoon1125 (Guest) for reminding me that I have the option of accepting OCs, because I obviously have limited capability at making OCs of my own! You can use your own format, but the more detail, the more likely the possibility of its acceptance. I won't just take everybody's. Warning, I may tweak a few details. For example, I am planning on changing the hole in Coby's sweater cuffs into just fingerless gloves (Because that's cooler).
I took longer on this chapter because I was writing a one-shot...I have one other one-shot that could potentially link to this story (That one I'm for sure linking), and one I'm not sure what to do with it. Eh, I'll figure it out later :3
