Epilogue.
Over the rolling hills, past the thick forests, beyond the gleaming lakes, up the rocky cliffs, through the falling snow...
The last bit of bright sunlight shines over the tip of the horizon, soaring above the dark world below and coming to an end on the highest part of a monstrously tall mountain, giving the stone blocks a last tiny bit of warmth, it slightly peeked into the small entrance of an untamed, jagged cavern.
Two feet come lightly stepping their way up to the edge of this light, but remain in the shadows of the cave.
"Night is falling..." the soft, British voice of this person speaks "it won't be long before monsters start to appear."
The figure takes out two stone blocks, cobblestone that she had smelted for this very purpose.
"Whether they're the type who make their intentions clear, or the type who hide behind a friendly face..." she hisses.
Pt-pt. she places the stone blocks so that they block the entrance, cutting off the outside world.
"...they're not getting to me tonight." she huffs, turning away and heading deeper into the cave.
In the center of this altitude of the mountain, she returns to her bed, crafting table, furnace, and a single torch to light the space.
"It may not be much..." she sighs "but this is home for tonight, and I'm so grateful to be here, instead of back in... *shudders* that mansion."
She sits down on the bed, throws a piece of mutton into the furnace, and selects her map from her inventory.
"Let's see..." she holds the map close to the torch for reading light "if I continue like this, I can make it back to the city in about four more days at the worst, it's hard, slow, and out of the way, sure, it won't be easy, and it won't be safe, but it's better than risking the short route and getting recaptured, not only will I be hard to get to, but they likely have no idea that I'm here of all places, my tracks are covered, they'll have to work as hard as me, and during my most vulnerable times I'll be secure within the body of the world itself, my chances are best this way, I'm going to make it."
She folds up the map and puts it away.
"Dan and Cassie are dead, I suppose..." she bows her head, a little sad and guilty "if only they had kept things together just a little stronger, we could have done it..."
Moment of silence.
"...but we didn't." she growls "and it's THEIR fault, if Stacy and Stampy-fucking-Cat hadn't decided to align with the tormentors instead of their fellow victims, Jesse and her cronies would have suffered a crushing defeat, what kind of friends are they? so much for 'I'm happy friendly Stampy Cat and I love and help everybody', he and Stacy betrayed us more than anyone, and it was only last week I was teaching Stacy how to make tipped arrows, out of the kindness of my little broken heart!"
THUMP. she pounds her fist against the wood of her bed.
"I..." she breathes deeply "I suppose... they're... they're probably dead now too... as if Jesse would let any witnesses actually survive... *sniff*... it serves them right! trusting this, psychotic stranger! over their own FRIENDS, of course they deserve it! they should've died, just like Dan and Cassie, and Sparklez!"
Long Silence.
"...oh god." Lizzie rests her face into her hands "all my friends are dead..."
The quiet sounds of her sobbing can be heard throughout the course of the night.