It took a whole day for the blizzard to die. It was a good thing, otherwise my tongue may had a serious frostfite from trying to convert ice to water. I went to every direction the compass offered; though I lost several food in progress. Five players were killed by monsters, but I suspect hunger played a major role. You know, slowing them down and health subtracted.

The air felt like it was getting warmer and it seemed clearer, too. After a long, depressing walk I saw a wolf stalking me, but I hollered and waved it away. What am I, a pile of walking bones?

My iron boots were ten percent to disseminating. About five thousand blocks or three damaging jumps and then it's gone. It's like wiggling a fish in front of an tamed ocelot's eyes. Or maybe not as quick.

A tree branch slapped my cheek and I sighed and rubbed the wound. The same tree grabbed a lock of my hair and tugged. I pulled it loose and violently broke a few branches. "Have anyone taught you to keep your hands to yourself?" I challenged it. The spruce tree wiggled it leaves in protest. I stared at it for a minute or two before I returned to walking.

Twilight was waning when another player was banished, and I felt a tinge of sadness. I sat down in the wet snow and munched on a loaf of bread. I had to stand up because it was weird feeling my body freezing slowly. Urged by the sleeping light, my walk was brought to a brisk pace in the engulfing darkness. Monsters spawned around me, and they charged the moment they saw me.

I slashed a pair of skeletons, fled from a witch, shot down a crowd of zombies, and defended myself from a jealous creeper. All the while wondering what's up with the increased number of mobs. I also had to hide, since a camera man showed up. Unfortunately, a baby slime tried to eat my foot as I crouched in a tiny cave! I ignored it, but his friends joined at their goal: knocking me over. I butchered them in a rage, but I felt guilty afterwards because they were harmless little monsters...

I had to stay in the cave for the rest of the night because a herd of furious endermen desired revenge for their tiny friends. I could deal with the zombies, at least.

I was able to continue my journey once the sun was up, but I felt nervous because of a couple of tall monsters could randomly kill me after they teleported. Even if it's not in their nature to hunt in the sun. Maybe they were secretly vampires. Purple life-sucking dementors; skinny flying bats. Very terrifying.

I walked in silence, listening to my screaming inner voice, picturing a flying enderman chewing on land scrapers. Hissing at blonde girls and teleporting away from moderators. Roaring at players who "looked" at them. Whipping their flowing cloaks and stealing dirt blocks. Then the iron golems would come and they die of a broken heart because the monsters stole their poppies for their precious dirt and master.

My brain warned me that someone was staring. After a good look around, I couldn't shake off the deja vu. There weren't a player- or any camera guys- in sight.

I took a quick late breakfast consisting of an apple. Then i hurried northward, My boots whipped the wet ground rhythmically. All I wanted was to help SunRise... All I wanted was a happier life for both of us. Now all I want is to see XxSunRisexX again. I kicked a loose pebble that was slightly buried in the muddy snow. I wanted to scream at everything. I found myself shaking my head, and I forced myself to still.

The landscape gradually changed, patches of fresh green grasses there and here. I turned my path to a meter from the right. I knew the ancient city will show up soon if I continued going north. Too many potential ambushes I could fall into. A city would be completely looted by now, too.

I felt deja vu again, the skin at the back of my neck rising. I glanced over my shoulders, and of course, no one was there. Scoffing, I pushed myself to a sprint. Is it that wolf again? Why won't it leave me alone? I don't need anyone else or anything to get close to me all over again!

A casual group of trees showed up, and I finished my last pork chop in order to pick up my speed. Someone was following me for sure, for the wind is carrying a harsh scent. I sliced the air with my sword; my soul roaring as I spun.

A player was standing there an eye sight away. I couldn't make out his identity, thanks to the distance. We glared at each other, daring the other to move first.

I couldn't take it. My nerves were whacking my legs to move, get away, NOW!

I was grateful and mildly annoyed. I had enough energy to run and I was wasting my energy by running through a grove. Part of me wanted a speed potion, even if I did had it, I wouldn't dare take it. What if all the potions were a trap?

I don't know how, but he- or she- was catching up to me. Probably that cursed piece of swiftness potion.

It didn't take long for me to discover that this region was impossible to hide in. The light was almost everywhere and there were probably about twenty trees. I growled, "What will it take to hide a player? A hole?"

There are three basic laws for survival games: hunt, hide, or run. Well, I felt like a prey as I scanned the area and the trees won't hide me well. So that leads to one answer I was already doing: hurrying away and hoping the predator will give up.

My legs screamed, my head pulsed, and my nervous system was having one TNT of a party. Through it all, I could see my hunger bar dropping rapidly.

What's the worst thing that could happen? I could get banished, I can't. Sunrise needs me. What would hap-

I looked back and nearly tripped over my feet. The chased was a male with a stubby jaw with hair that reaches to his neck. What was most startling to me was his red polo shirt. I couldn't see his eyes, but there was a wild glint in his smile of an enderdragon.

I nearly crashed into a tree, but I swerved around a corner which caused my knee joints pop.

Could be be- no, it can't be. Lots of players has red shirts.

And he was in my sights again, forcing me to turn right. My guts were violently cursing at how I need to stop being a scaredy ocelot, and stand for a minute or two. Then let's go. Well, I couldn't stop darting in and out of the trees, but I was slowing down. I skidded to a stopped, my heart hammering as I look down from a cliff. I pulled myself back before I could fall; gasping.

My enemy purred from behind, "I've got you now, Lily," he spat my name out.

I looked back at him, back down at the long fall, and then I stared at a birch tree.

I jumped off the cliff. My body turned as the game seemed to slow. I saw my white ribbon in his tanned hands, his face squeezing together and screaming "no." Time sped up as I finally recognized the man.

My creepy stepfather.

My ribbon.

And I felt my body slamming onto the ground.

Author's Note: The fall? It actually happened to me online. It was in a mushroomy and dark oak tree forest, and near the spawn instead. This dude was also wearing a red shirt. I jumped off desperately (if you kill a player: points.) He actually screamed no as I plummeted to my death. I was amazed.

So, you could say my most epic Minecraft event inspired this.

But wait, is this the end?

CLIFFHANGER

(Most evil moment of authors)

*In a sinister manner; pets Ragdoll cat in a Ragdoll costume in a yellow beanbag*

~Rosie

PS: Still feels like a short chapter. Ugh.

PSS: Someone told me that Lily looks like a genderbent version of Slamacow (or could be his daughter). Oops?