This shouldn't be out 'till next week, but I was bored, and thought y'all might be too, so here's this now.
Post-Epilogue
Most would be terrified to be trapped in the mountains at midnight, but they weren't. The warm amber glow of the campfire warded off any mobs who dared to approach the people seated around it. The thick, brown smell of roasting pork filled the air, and one of the figures reached out with a stick to poke the meat.
He turned to look at a girl sitting on a log, looking bored. "It's almost done."
She flipped her cinnamon-blonde hair. "Oh good. I thought we'd be sitting here until the end of time."
He adjusted his penguin-themed hoodie and glared at her. "You think they'll show?"
She rolled her eyes. "They'd better. It was a heck of a time trying to get out of my house, you know, with my mom around."
"I'm sure she's just worried about you," Penguin Hoodie offered, trying to help his friend. Cinnamon Hair snorted.
"Who's worried about you?" A voice called, and two more figures approached the campfire. Both had bronze skin and dark eyes. The taller one had a bad scar across his chin, and the shorted one was carrying a book and quill.
"My mom, I guess," Cinnamon shrugged, watching the flames as Scar and Book sat down on another log and boulder. "Apparently I used to have a half-sister who disappeared, like, when she was five, and my mom never got over it."
Scar winced. "Oof. That hurts."
Book opened his journal and began taking notes. Scar glanced over his shoulder, reading, then looked back at Penguin and Cinnamon.
"You guys ever think about… urban legends?" He asked, his hand running down the scar on his chin. "Like, Herobrine?"
"DON'T SAY HIS NAME!" Cinnamon and Penguin both shouted, panicking.
"It's not like he's Voldemort," Book commented dryly.
"What do you think?" Penguin asked, shuddering heavily. "Because I don't want to."
"My dad knew him," Scar shrugged. "Or something like that."
Penguin rolled his eyes, crossing his arms across his chest. "That's ridiculous. He's not even real!"
"We don't know that for certain," Book cut in, looking up. Cinnamon got up from her seat, walking past the boys and staring out across the rainforest and desert that surrounded the mountains. She turned, glancing back up to Dragon's Horn Mountain and sighed heavily.
"What is it?" Scar asked, following her gaze.
"It's just," Cinnamon sighed again. "I sometimes wonder, y'know, if there are any refugees of Herobrine that got left behind. If there are other people out there. Other people like us."
"My dad sold a Wandering Trader a pair of Frost Walker II Boots a couple weeks ago. He might know something about other people," Scar offered. "I'll ask him tonight."
"Hey guys," Penguin called. "Food's ready."
Scar turned around, looking hungry, but Cinnamon glanced out over the rainforests and deserts one last time. Someone was out there. She knew it. And no matter what, she would get to the bottom of this.
What Cinnamon didn't know, was that this was a lot bigger than she first thought.
And it would change everything.
A/N: Hmmm… Notice anything about these OC's?
Anyway, the third installment will be out on May 4th. (It might be out sooner though, because of the CoronaVirus apocalypse.)
Review Replies:
ScarOfHerobrine: Hah! Sharp eyes, I was hoping someone would catch that XD. I think Alex and Steve will wait for a while before thinking about having children, but they will someday. Also, you are forgiven, and Herobrine-Steve bro moments coming soon!
Some Random Kid: Thank you!
JimmyPenguin421: Aww, thank you! Much of that chapter was actually based on a My Little Pony episode, (A Canterlot Wedding) so I'm glad someone enjoyed it! I actually do not think that it's fair women are expected to want/have kids, so I stuck that in there as a point that it's to be decided between a married couple, not decided by societal pressures. (Also, yes, it was Steve fidgeting with his shirt.)
The Mayor Of Ninjago City: Thank you!
