Extremely Giddy Author's Notes

Guys! I can feel it! The energy from the soul-consuming giddiness is back! And all it took was a small break, an awesome remix, and the support from a friend (thank you).

Anywho, let's get back to it! Simon's starting. :)

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Simon's POV

I noticed that the trio that went on a mining trip return battered, and I knew why. This made me feel guilty, very guilty. I walked up to them. "You guys alright? What happened?" Thomas gave me a feeble smile. "Oh, nothing. A creeper brought down the roof is all." I grimaced. I had a feeling this was the cause. "Sorry. I should have been there with you. It's just... I couldn't handle another traumatic mining trip, Y'know? But I promise I'll go next time."

Sarah shook her head. "It's alright Simon. You did help, indirectly. That helmet torch of yours was still lit even after we left the cave. Pretty good craftsmanship, once again." This did comfort me a little, but not enough to shake the guilt. Still, I flashed them a smug smile. "Well, that's what I do. Glad you found it useful." The three of them nodded, and they walked towards the house.

The reason this accident made me feel guilty was because I'm a whisperer. Whisperers are people who can 'speak' to mobs. I'm from the creeper clan, and that makes me a creeper. The fact that I'm a whisperer means that I can speak to creepers, and only creepers. If an enderman was born a whisperer, then he or she would only be able to speak to endermen. What could be considered a passive ability of my being a whisperer is that I sort of keep creepers away.

I wandered back to the storage shed to drop off some supplies. I had been making sheaths for my new shortswords, and I had some leftover string and leather. I wandered off into the forest after putting the scraps away. I liked doing this, just heading out on my own sometimes. Even if it does remind me of the reason why I ran away.

My little expedition brought me to the foot of a mountain, and I realized I had probably been walking for a few hours, just enjoying the sun. Oops. This happens quite a lot, actually... I placed my hand on the grassy stone of the mountain, and trailed along it's edge. This eventually brought me to a small cave. I looked it over from the outside, and decided that it was shallow enough for me to build up some confidence. I took a step inside, and looked around. There wasn't much, just a few gleaming bits of metal here and there, as well as a shifty figure crouching in the corner.

Wait, a What?

I stopped my inspection and looked into the silver-blue eyes of a stranger. He quickly stood up and put a knife to my throat. "You say one word and I'll make sure it's your last." I was too shocked to respond in any way, so I just stared at him. Lords dammit, I was never going into another cave again. He had black hair and pale skin, similar to Sarah. The difference was in the clothing; he was wearing a ragged cloak and jeans, both the same dull cyan color.

The knife was like Sarah's, just as big, same shape, serrated on one end, probably made of the same material. To top it all off, he had a bow hanging from his back, his right arm hooked around it's string. He seemed to be inspecting me as well, and after a short while, he spoke again. "Who are you? Why are you here?" I hesitated, but spoke. "Well, I was taking a stroll, and I happened to bump into you. Name's Simon." He pulled his knife away a little.

"You're not here to capture me?" This made me smile, despite my current predicament. "I don't even know who you are. Why would I want to capture you?" He sheathed his knife, apparently satisfied with my answer. "I'm Jack, the young skeleton prince. The current king, my uncle, has a bounty on my head. I was quite sure that he would send someone after me."

I blinked. "You're a prince? Why did you run away?" He looked at the floor. "That's private." I nodded, mostly to myself. "Well, I haven't been near the clans for about a year, maybe two, so I have no idea how things are going." He looked up. "A year? Why did you run away?" I smiled. "That's private." He craked his own smile, and we laughed as if we were best friends. Even though he had just held a knife to my throat.

"Hey, you should come with me. My friends built an awesome house nearby. It's probably better than sleeping on this cold stone floor." He thought about it for a second. "You know what? Fine. And I haven't been sleeping on the stone. I made myself a wool sleeping bag." He picked it up from the floor and showed it to me. "Nice work. How did you make this?"" He smiled smugly. "I'm a stray. Y'know, a relative of the skeleton. We can hunt and craft. We have to, since most of us live in cold, merciless biomes."

I nodded, and gestured for him to follow. The sun was starting to set, and we picked up the pace. We saw a few mobs, but not a single creeper. Once we left the edge of the forest, I noticed that the guys were outside fighting off monsters. "Would you look at that. We might need to help out a little." Jack nodded and pulled his bow off his shoulder, quickly nocking an arrow into it. Correction, two arrows. I hadn't brought my demo-belt, but I had my swords. No better way to test them, right?

We dashed onwards, and the monsters quickly turned to us. I ran about, slashing my blades. I liked to cross them and the extend them with force, creating an X before slicing monsters to bits. I noticed Jack had been rapid-firing his bow, even shooting at endermen before they could warp away. The gang had noticed our presence by now, and they were making slow progress towards us.

We ended up scaring away the rest of the mobs by the time we got back together. I turned to the guys, noticing that they were all sweaty and tired, and the first thing I said was hi. "Hi, guys." Needless to say, this didn't go over well. Sarah was having what looked like a mental breakdown while Thomas tried to comfort her, and Lila looked furious. "What the hell do you mean 'hi'?!?" She was about to speak again when Sarah said something. "Jack?"

We turned to the stray. He flashed a grin and answered. "Hey, cuz. You alright?" Her face was that of complete stupefaction, and then it turned cold. "What are you doing here?" She turned to me. "Why did you bring him here?" I raised my hands and walked back a bit. "Hey, I didn't know he was your cousin! All I knew was that he was living like a hobo while we had our large house."

Jack spoke up. "Hey, what are you doing here, by the way? I thought you were staying with your dad." She turned back to him. "Our uncle sent me to catch you. He said that if I didn't return withing two weeks he'd kill my father, and mark me as a deserter." Jack's eyes widened. "Really? That... I can't even." Her gaze sharpened. "No. You can't." And then, fast as lightning, she pulled out her knife and held it to his throat.

Thomas interfered. "Hey, wait, what? I don't know how your politics work, but I'm pretty sure that killing your cousin isn't a good thing, so stop!" She turned to face him, knife still at Jack's throat. "He killed his own brother just to become king. How is that any different from what I'm going to do?"

Thomas blinked once and then composed himself. "The difference is that you're not going to get rewarded in any way! Even if you take him home alive, there's nothing left for you at that place! No family, no friends. But you have us." He gestured to our embarrassed little group. "Our home. You've got me."

She looked at him, unwavering. He inched closer, and put his hands on her shoulders. "Do you need anything else?" For a strait second I thought she was just going to kill Jack anyway, but she lowered her knife, and embraced Thomas. Jack gasped. "It's... really hard to breathe... while there's a knife... at your throat..." I smiled at him.

"Welcome to my world."

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Thoma's POV

I convinced Sarah to take a walk with me in the morning and after breakfast, mostly so Jack could get acquainted with everyone without her thinking up ways to assasinate him. I told Simon just before we left, and he thought it was a great idea. He and Jack had become good friends in the span of probably two-to-three hours, and that was very weird for our recident creeper. He hadn't talked to the spiders until after an entire day had passed since we met them.

I took Sarah towards the lake, thinking that a walk along the sand would do her good. We wandered in silence for a bit before she spoke up. "Why did you stand up for him? He's a criminal." I looked at her. "Because I didn't know the full story, and I know you don't either." My tone was that of an annoyed adult talking to their youngest child. She nodded, knowing I wouldn't answer further questions on the subject. After a short period of silent walking, her face took on a light shade of red and she spoke again.

"Um, when the cave blew up, and we were trapped, were you going to...?" She didn't need to finish to let me know what she was talking about. I felt my own face reddening a little. "Well, I mean... were you?" This sudden reversal of the question took her aback, and I smiled. "Well, I, uh, I mean... let's change the subject." I nodded, still smiling. Her face was bright red now.

It took us a couple of hours to reach the lake at this pace. We took off our boots and walked along the shore barefoot, feeling the sand move and take shape beneath our feet. Sarah spoke again after a while. "I like this. Just us two, walking along the sands of the lake, no worries or thoughts." I nodded. "Yes, I like this too. The way the sun feels on my skin, and the way the sand moves beneath me."

Sarah giggled, something I don't recall hearing before. "You can be so weird sometimes, Thomas." We stopped walking and she turned to me, extending her arms to place them on my shoulders. "But that's why I like you." Her face inched closer and she shut her eyes, her arms locking around my neck. Unsure of what to do, I held her sides, and moved my head closer.

I shut my eyes, and after a second I felt her soft lips brush mine. We held eachother closer still, our kiss deepening. As far as I can remember, this had never happened to me, but I was glad it was with Sarah. We pulled apart to breathe for a moment before uniting again. We stayed like that, in a beautiful, unbroken kiss for a few fleeting seconds, before pulling apart gasping for breath.

"That was... amazing. I had never met such a good kisser, Thomas." I smiled, noticing that both our faces were beet red. "Thanks. I had never been kissed, so that makes us even." Her goofy smile widened, and she walked up to me, staying close by my side. "I guess it does. Let's keep walking, Okay?" I nodded, and held her hand. She looked like she was going to pull away for a second, but she happily gave it a squeeze. I returned it, and we set off, unaware that someone had been watching us the entire time.

The hatred and heartbreak evident in their crimson eyes.

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Very Happy Author's Notes

Yay! Finally some actual romance-ish stuff! Well, some solid stuff at least. And also, I'm pretty sure most of you know who was watching the couple at the end...

Also also, this might seem sudden because I haven't used Sarah's POV in the last few chapters, at least not for character development. But according to the story in my head, this 'affection' had started when they exited the woods together a few chapters ago. When Eba noticed them laughing together.

Anywho, thank you for your support and time, And good day!

~ LeMafiaKreb