Author Note:

Alright, no wait, I can explain! I had a horrible case of writers block, I swear! It wasn't my faaaauuuult! D':

Also... I may or may not have started writing another story. Not that I don't love writing Endergirl, just that I had too many ideas that I was trying to fit into one place. Anyway, its not a fan fic so if I ever decide to publish it, it'll be on FictionPress. But I'll be sure to let you guys know when/if that happens. :)

Moving on. Koridas! Thank you for your brilliant OC. I'll try and describe him in the way that you did, but I might have a bit of trouble. Anyway, good job and hopefully you'll all enjoy this chapter a little more than I did writing it. :D


Pure. Malicious. Evil.

I was a little shocked when I walked through the door and found the injured girl sitting up. She must have only just awoken as she still seemed a little dazed. As she examined her surroundings, her gaze fell upon me and she instantly reached for her blade.

"Wai-" My protest was cut short as she bolted towards me.

She managed the first step with ease and was almost within range, however the second laboured on her injured limb strenuously. She gave a small shriek and began to fall. Without thinking I dropped the woollen sheepskin in my arms and caught her before she could do any more damage to her already weakened body.

The girl stared up at me, ferocity replaced with confused gratitude. But it didn't take long for the anger to resurface. She pushed out of my arms and limped over to the adjacent wall, glaring at me.

I sighed. "Do I really look like that much of a threat?"

"You look like that much of an idiot." She replied. Her voice was no longer as strained as it had been the other night. It was softer, yet still commanding.

"Well, whether I'm an idiot or not, I'm going to treat those wounds. You can kill me afterwards, okay?"

The girl seemed a little shocked at my response. "I really will kill you."

"I know, I know." I began stripping the sheepskin I had gathered into bandage size pieces. The hybrid shifted awkwardly, watching me work. Once I had finished, I turned to face her. A sceptical study was all I got in return.

I gave a small reassuring smile. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Her eyes locked on mine. "Yeah, like pulling the fucking arrows out isn't going to hurt."

I laughed. She wasn't stupid. She wouldn't be swayed by lines like that. "Trust me once before you cut me down, at least."

Another intense battle of wills, as we stared into each other's eyes. Judging, assessing, looking for faults.

We found none.

She took a hesitant step towards me, and then another, until she was just within reach. "I'll do the shoulder first, do you want to sit down?"

"Just pull the damn thing out." She mumbled, her pride obviously a bit hurt from having to rely on me.

I grasped the splintered shaft and glanced up at her to see if she was ready. The girl nodded slightly. Returning my full attention to the task at hand, I slowly began sliding the unwelcome ailment from the wound.

The only noise that came from the pain was an almost unnoticeable wince. She was strong, pain did not control her. But the armament dug deeper than I had estimated, and once the edge of the now crimson metal arrow head came into view, a good portion of her arm was soaked with blood. In a last ditch effort, I tugged at the hazard, releasing it from her unwanted hold.

A gasp escaped her lips, making me feel a little guilty for being so forceful. Quickly, I discarded the arrow and wrapped her shoulder with the makeshift bandage that was clasped in my other hand.

I decided to distract her from the pain. "My name's David, by the way."

She watched as I continued dressing the wound. "David…" I tied the bandage off as she considered the term. "It's a stupid name."

I jumped a little at the unexpected response. "What?! It's a cool name."

The skeleton shook her head. "It sounds like something parents call their kid when they have no idea what to call it." Her voice switched to imitate what I guessed was a middle aged father. "Hmm, let's call him David! Because we're short on time and I can't be bothered to think of something better."

Mopping, I ignored her. "Lay down."

She lay down on her stomach, letting her head lull to the side. The next arrow was lodged a little deeper than the last, I could see that now, but it couldn't be helped. Gently, I began working on it.

"David?" Her voice had returned to its previous calming melody.

"Mmm?"

She seemed to hesitate for a second. "You never answered me last night."

My mind ran back to her question. 'Why? Why are you helping me?' I never did answer her. I suppose I still didn't know the answer myself… "I don't know."

Her eyes fell closed, softly, and she smiled. It was beautiful. A pure white smile, gentle and tolerant. I wished time would come to a halt just so I might admire it a little longer. "What kind of answer is that?"

I couldn't help but smile in response. The tip of the arrow began to show itself, she tensed. Finally, she was free of the projectile. I quickly began wrapping the second bandage around her thigh, it was a little awkward, but neither of us acknowledged it. Tying the strip off, I sat back, admiring my work.

She joined me, sitting up with a little difficulty. "Amber."

"Amber?"

"It's my name, idiot."

I grinned, she had given me a fragment of trust. "It's a stupid name."

The newly introduced girl pouted. "I hate you."

Laughing, I stood up and held out a hand to her. "Come on, let's get some food into you."

She glared at me for a moment, but soon her soft skin brushed against mine. Her hands were scratched and well used, but still warm and gentle. I guess she wasn't going to kill me…

Yet.


Perspective Change: Raven


The boy with the untamed brown hair and mismatched eyes happily devoured another spoonful of cookies and cream. Key followed suit, digging her spoon into the almost full bucket and shovelling out a decent portion for herself. They seemed so satisfied eating it. Their eyes scrunched up in joy at every bite.

It was incomprehensibly adorable.

Two teenagers, with the minds and souls of children. I felt like their mother, as we sat outside the local gelato place. Well, it was gelato, originally. But within the first few weeks of business they quickly remodelled to sell only the largest and cheapest buckets of authentic American flavours. They still kept the excessively long French name that nobody could pronounce though. So everyone simply titled it, the gelato place.

I wasn't sure if I should interrupt or not, but if I didn't they would probably just continue eating the whole tub without a second thought, completely ignoring me in the process. "So, what's your name?"

At first I thought he didn't hear me, as he took a few more mouthfuls. Eventually he looked up, a faint speck of cookie dotting the corner of his mouth. "Koridas."

Koridas? Wasn't that a type of mixed martial arts or something? "That's a pretty unusual name…"

He thought for a moment. "Is it?" The next few seconds were spent in silent contemplation before he finally came to a compromise. "Well my advanced mathematics teacher used to call me Kori." He smiled. "So I guess you can call me Kori."

Advanced mathematics? Who the hell was this kid? "You must have a pretty impressive job." I couldn't help but prompt an answer. He was a little older than us so I figured he might have already graduated.

His response was fluid and honest. "No, I'm an engineer." I blinked, before laughing. He looked at me in confusion as I did, placing another spoonful of desert into his mouth. "You're weird, Raven."

Pausing, I stared at him across the table, instantly on edge. "I… Haven't introduced myself yet…"

"Neither has she. But she's still eating my ice cream." He prodded his spoon at the Endergirl, who was completely oblivious to the conversation. She squealed at the contact and hid under her hoodie.

"How do you know my name?"

The same confused expression spread across his features. "Why wouldn't I? You're in the grade below me."

"Grade below… I thought you said you were an engineer?"

He tapped the plastic implement against his lips, thoughtfully. "I've got the qualifications, just need to finish high school."

To have already passed high level university courses… He must be extremely intelligent. "I've never seen you at school before."

"Says the person that's always asleep."

He was of course, correct. "Touché."

The conversation drew to a close, as there was nothing else to discuss. His actions in helping us still confused me, but I doubted I would learn much from asking. I stared up at the sky. It was already past midday… What was David up to?


Perspective Change: David


Isaac glared at Amber.

Amber glared at Isaac.

I sat awkwardly between the two. There was no need for introductions, as they seemed fairly well acquainted. They had both tried to kill each other, after all. Amber slowly removed a piece of bacon from her plate and popped it into her mouth. Isaac scrutinized every movement.

Sighing, I finally spoke up. "Can't you guys find something more constructive to do than plot each other's murder?"

"No." They answered simultaneously.

"Why do you hate one another so much anyway?"

Isaac spoke first. "Skeleton."

Followed by Amber. "Creeper."

"There's no other reason?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Silence.

"That's racism!" The two flinched at my sudden outburst, turning to face me. I continued. "You tried to kill him, because he's a creeper? And you tried to let her die, because she's a skeleton? Do you know how stupid that is!?"

They shifted a little. Kind of, but not quite, understanding what I was getting at. "There's nothing stupid about it… Creepers hurt people." Amber reasoned.

"So do skeletons." Isaac pointed out.

"Everything hurts someone at some point in their life, regardless of what species they are!"

The skeleton pressed a finger to her lips and looked up at the sky. "What about butterflies?"

The creeper concurred with her. "Mm, butterflies are almost as harmless as David."

They broke into a mocking laughter, somehow more at ease while teasing me. I sat by and waited for their fit to subside, not downtrodden in the slightest.

Amber recovered first. "Actually, that's a good question. Why are you so uncoordinated?"

"I'm not! You guys are just insanely capable!" I yelped back at her.

The pair stared at me, a little confused. "You told me that you didn't come from a village… So where do you come from?" Isaac asked, finally.

I shrugged, not sure how to word it… "Another world."

The prospect didn't seem the least bit foreign to them. "The nether?"

"The End?"

So they knew that other worlds existed. But did they know about mine? "Earth."

A calm silence descended the air. Neither moved, neither spoke. They simply stared at me, assessing me as a new type of threat. A moment passed, and then another.

Eventually, Amber spoke up. "You're a player."

A player? There are others? Does that mean that every single person playing Minecraft has one of those machines running around in this world? She was awaiting my reply, so I answered plainly. "Yes."

"How did you get in?" Isaac asked, solemnly.

Honesty was probably the best plan of attack at this point. And so, I trailed off yet again into the rather lengthy story of how I came to meet the Endergirl and Siren, how we were being hunted and eventually, how I ended up here, in this vicious domain.

I should really start writing this stuff down.


"So all you want to do is get back to Earth, right?" The skeleton prodded. Her plate had long ago been depleted of food and she now sat on the edge of her seat, staring at me.

"Y- Yeah." I acknowledged.

Isaac exhaled. "Well… There is a way to do it…"

My head snapped to face him. "How?"

The two mobs looked at each other, and then back to me. "As you are now, it's impossible." He answered.

"As I am now… What do you mean?"

"He means that at the moment you could hardly kill a zombie, let alone an Enderman." Amber replied, blatantly.

An Enderman? Suddenly their plan became clear to me. When normal Endermen die, they drop Ender pearls. If someone throws said Ender pearl, then they teleport to wherever it lands. Which means if I can drop one through the eye slots of my Minecraft character…

I can get home.

It was so stunningly simple, I was surprised I hadn't thought of it before. Then again… They were right, my chances of killing an Enderman were miniscule. I needed to become stronger, faster.

I fixated my gaze on the only chances I had. They met my stare, expectantly. "Teach me."

The creeper answered first. "On one condition." I nodded for him to continue. "I'm coming with you."

I nodded. As far as I knew, he didn't exactly have anything to stick around for anyway. "Fair enough. What about you, Amb-"

The moment I laid eyes upon her evil grin I knew what lay in store. Maybe it would have been better if she had just decided to kill me… "Of course! After all… I owe you so much."

Pure. Malicious. Evil.


Author Note:

I don't even know where to begin with this note. I've been staring at my screen for the past ten minutes thinking; 'I should write something inspirational and motivating!' and 'Maybe I've got a funny story somewhere in my head that I could tell!' But the truth is...

It's 1:20 in the morning and I'm tired.

Goodnight.

- Sylent