Author's Notes

Double-digits Boiz!

Alright! Time to get back to 'work'.

Away!

Eba's starting by-the-by

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The next couple of days were interesting.

Sarah was a lot more patient with me, which I like. But she was less patient with Thomas, which I didn't like.

Not sure why.

Thomas was nice all the time though. He even asked me to show him my sculptures. They weren't much good, but Thomas said he liked them. Every time he compliments my work I feel like the most important person in the world. And it's actually happened quite a lot, since we managed to finish the 'first room' of the house.

Sarah wasn't much help though.

She did get us more pork, which I enjoyed. And she helped put the clay in place. I found it when wandering around the lake's edge. Thomas had a huge smile on his face when I told him about it, and it made me blush. It seems to happen so often when I'm around him... *sigh*

I'm helping Sarah with the roof, because Thomas is taking a break and eating apples. He really likes apples. "What's with your blushing and sighing?" I turned around to look at Sarah as she asked this. "Ahhh... I uhh... don't... know? What your talking about?" I felt my face redden each second. It's so annoying. Why won't my face just stay like it is? Pretty.

"Ah ha". She had a skeptical look on her face, but we kept working. I like building. I've never met an enderman who doesn't. Then again, I don't really like meeting new people. It makes me nervous.

We finished the roof quickly despite Sarah's apparent lack of building skills. It was taller than the shelter, and bigger inside. Sarah put torches on the walls so that it wasn't dark.

I don't mind the dark, but I don't like it either.

Thomas asked Sarah if she could go hunting for sheep tomorrow. She said that she could, easily. I don't know what Thomas wants sheep for, but I know mutton is really good.

I asked Sarah if I could come too, and after a fer silent moments of her alternating between looking at me and at Thomas, she caved in. Yay!

I like mutton.

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Thomas

Once the girls were gone, I decided to get some work done inside the house. I decided that instead of tearing down the shelter, we could use it for storage, so I left all of the remaining building materials inside, except for six long and thick sticks and some planks. Oh, dammit and clay. Forgot the clay.

I went back inside and picked up some of the soft material. I also grabbed an apple, cause if we don't finish 'em they're gonna brown. Also, they're pretty good, so that too.

I placed three pairs of parallel sticks on one side of the house, facing the opposite wall. The I used clay to paste the sticks to the floor and planks to the sticks. This made some rather crude but still sturdy bed bases.

Now all I had to do was wait for Sarah and Eba to come home. Might as well get some farming in while I'm waiting...

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Sarah

We found a small flock of sheep. Six of them, to be precise. I knelt and aimed my bow at them. I had a quick thought before I fired though. "Uhh, Eba? You do know what I'm going to do, right?" Her skin took on a red shade, and I found it incredibly cute. "I-I know. I'm not a kid. I know where mutton comes from. It's alright." Satisfied, I lined up the shot, and the next three.

Then pulled back on the string and fired.

Before the first arrow had even struck it's target, I had already nocked the next arrow, and was in the process of firing. In rapid succession, I loaded and emptied the bow.

Three of the sheep fell, but the fourth managed to dodge my shot. No problem. Three is all that Thomas needed.

I turned around to look at Eba, and I almost lost it with laughter.

Her face was the definition of stupefact.

Her lips formed a small 'o', and her eyes were wide like a babie's. I smiled, and she blushed again, looking away this time. I walked over to my kills and Eba followed.

"How did you do that? How could you be so fast? I didn't even see you prepare the shots!" All the while I was smiling, proud to be the center of attention for once. I collected the mutton and Eba collected the wool. On the walk back, Eba asked something that caught me off guard.

"Can you teach me? To fire the bow, like, as fast as you?" It was my turn to be surprised, and it must've been evident in my face because she quickly continued. "I mean, if it's not too much trouble... I just... umm... I could teach you to carve." I smiled, and before I could speak, she spoke again. "Y'know, like, in exchange. You teach me to be fast with the bow and I teach you to carve." I nodded and spoke. "You don't have to Eba. I was going to say yes anyway." She blushed further. "Oh... ok..." she looked a bit disheartened, so I smiled and spoke again. "But I would love to learn to carve."

She smiled a beautiful smile. "Ok!" With that, she walked happily for the rest of the trip through the woods, a little ahead of me.

I shook my head, smile still plastered on my face and followed her.

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(Z's indicate either a skip in time or a skip of one night without change in perspective. In this case it's half an hour)

Thomas had been quite busy during our little outing.

He had made three bed bases with sticks and planks, as well as tilling some ground nearby. 'For a farm', he says. Eba delivered the wool to him while I started the fire and readied the spit. Her hands brushed with Thomas's, and they both stopped for a second, blushing just so. I found this slightly exasperating, but, oh well.

While the mutton was cooking, Thomas bunched up the wool and turned it into thin mattresses, so now we had proper places to sleep. I actually ended up having to cook FIVE of the seven mutton chops. Eba really does love mutton.

Once we were done eating, Thomas suggested that we should gather some more logs so that he could make tools. I reluctantly helped them with lugging the tree trunks around. I'm no enderman, and all this building is exhausting.

At least now we had beds.

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Thomas

Eba ate three mutton chops even before Sarah and I had finished ours. She then proceeded to puppy-eye us, and we caved in, giving her the rest of our meal.

I have no idea how she can keep such a beautiful figure by eating like that.

Don't get me wrong, Sarah is beautiful too. Dammit, now it feels like there's a but coming. Okay, they're both gorgeous and curvy. Now it sounds weird. Y'know what, I'm done. Gonna get back to work.

Sarah spent the rest of the day sharpening her knife and training with her bow. Eba helped me out with the farm, and we tilled an area almost the size of the house. I gathered some apple cores and planted them on one side, and I tasked Eba with gathering seeds and planting them on the other side.

It didn't take her long, seeing as we were literally surrounded with lush green grass. And flowers.

She warped back, almost scaring me to death. Her face turned bright red as she apologized, and I breathlessly told her that it was fine. I noticed that Sarah wasn't making a sound anymore, and when I looked at her, she quickly turned back to her training, her cheeks a light tinge of crimson. But I doubt she was blushing.

Pretty sure she was mad about something.

Honestly? Not my problem. I had to get all of these things planted anyways. But that image still nagged at me, even as I worked. Eba and I got everything planted rather quickly. It still took a couple of hours, but I expected it to take longer. I decided to talk to her, because maybe she knew more about her clan's legends and stuff.

"Um, Eba? How many legends and myths do you know about you clan?" She looked nervous as she spoke. "I... uh... not... not a lot... We're, ehh... supposed to hate water, right? Well there's this myth that, uh, says? Why we hate it. But, I don't. I like the water. It's shiny and clean." The whole time her cheeks retained the same level of blush, not too much, but enough to tell me that she knew it by heart. "Okay. Tell me." She looked at me in the eyes and blushed harder. "Oh... ok." Embarrassed, she looked down and began to talk.

"Ahem, well, uh, the clans... like, the leader? The original one. She didn't mind the water. But, like, a couple of uhhh... generations later, one of the leaders lost her partner in a storm. They had been on a boat in the water, and a storm hit. It supposedly turned the boat over and she never saw him again. It goes something like that. She hated water, so after a while the endermen in general began to hate water. I don't know... like, I don't remember what they had been doing on the boat, but it was something important. Sorry." She sighed, the blush toned down a little. "I'm not much good at storytelling."

I smiled at her. "It's fine. No problem, Eba." This apparently made her happy, and that made me happy. Sarah showed up out of nowhere. "What's going on?" I turned to look at her, startled. "Huh? Oh, nothing. Eba was telling me about me why endermen are supposed to hate water." She nodded thoughtfully. "Mmhmm, that's their most famous myth. The seventh queen and her partner were performing their marriage ceremony, which was held on boats in the ocean. Supposedly, a massive storm hit, and both the queen and her partner were swept under. The queen survived, but her partner was nowhere to be found."

Eba crumpled a little while Sarah told the story. I was incapable of helping her, because I was still transfixed on the story.

"The queen essentially declared war on the ocean, and proposed a law that endermen would hate the water as well. The clan's council never allowed this rule to pass, but some of the queen's followers thought it true. This caused some major civil unrest, but after a couple generations the tides smoothed over."

She had sat down beside me as she told the story, and now she turned to look at me. "It's one of their shortest myths, but it's also the most well-known." I nodded. "That's too bad about the queen's partner." She nodded too. "Yes, it's quite sad. She was devastated, or so I've been told."

Now Eba spoke up. "Ye-Yes, She... she was. She actually quit her position as queen, passing the mantle to her sister. The, uh, the council was horrified, but she had made her decision. She even refused to build. Eventually, she got very sick. But when the healers went to visit her though, she refused to drink anything. She died from dehydration." She had been mumbling the whole time, but at the end she spoke so softly that I almost didn't catch what she said.

She had tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. I hugged her, and she blushed, but she didn't resist. Sarah got up and sat on the other side of Eba, and hugged her too. We stayed like that for a while, watching the sun sink below the horizon.

I suppose it was time to test the beds.

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Author's Notes

Finished! I've officially made a double-digit fanfic! :D

Hope you enjoyed this chapter and the little bit of lore in it.

Also, I still need one female name guys...

Anyway, thank you so much for your time, and good day!

~ LeMafiaKreb