Hey!

Maybe I will be a bit faster this time...sorry about deprivation of writing...yeah...

Well here ya go!

-The Enderborn


"Well we can jump it, we just gotta try it at least." He suggested.

"If we don't make the jump Herobrine is left on his own and we are dead at the bottom of a chasm, no respawn, no aether, no nether...just dead. You realize that?"

"Yes, completely, I will go first if it helps, plus I have the slower animal so we can really tell."

I thought he was an idiot, but we had no choice, this chasm stretched the length of the desert and we had no time to go around or the material to build a bridge. I just nodded nervously, I didn't want him dead but he offered and I was in no place to contradict him.

"Ok, let's at least wait until morning." I said and rolled over to sleep.

"Yeah." He did the same.


Morning struck with the reality of today, but the old farmer was bright and peachy as he dumped ash from the fire into the chasm,

"Well you woke up finally." He said and packed up his food and stuff into his bag. "You ready for this?"

"Well how should I feel about potentially leaping to my death?" I said.

"Sunshine, here we go. You know there is no option other than this, you are adventurous so let's be adventurous now." He smiled, threw his pack over his shoulder, and sat on the mule.

"I wish there was another option." I grumbled and got on my horse.

No reaction. He just rode the anxious mule a bit to relax it and warm it up. I did the same, consisting of short gallops and then walking him around before stoping as the old farmer went back for distance.

"See you on the other side." He laughed and galloped the mule full speed at the chasm, with a kick in the sides the mule leapt towards the other side. Halfway over they slowed and fell.

Well the mule fell to its death, the farmer managed to escape the stirrups and cling to the rock side of the chasm.

"Does this count as making it?" He strained over trying to hang on.

"I'll be right over!" I yelled and kicked the horse back to the starting spot and with 'gusto' we galloped, jumped, and landed, as one.

I dismounted and dropped my back to go help the man up. I pulled him up and dusted him off. As soon as that happened he collapsed into the sand from shock and sadness.

"I raised that mule from the time it left its mother. It trusted me...I-I failed him and he died without me on his back." He sobbed.

I patted him on the back and helped him up out of the sand. "C'mon, we have work to do."

The man got into the saddle as I directed him and I led the horse at first by its reins but then a lead across the desert. Night fell again but we trudged on, I fended off creatures as usual until zombies awoke the farmer.

He leapt off the horse with more power than I had ever seen with his sword drawn. He slashed uselessly at zombies and skeletons but they beat him down.

"Go kid!" He yelled from the swarming monsters. "Go find Herobrine, restore order!"

I cried an affirmative before climbing on his horse which still held his supplies and kicking the horse into a full gallop for several miles. Only stopping once I heard the horses labored breath and his anxious cries for his master.

I patted the horse on the neck and walked him by foot to the jungle.

Wait it was the jungle. We were here, the horse and I, we were so close now. It was a great thing.