"That guy really sucked at fighting." My sister said as she jumped down from the tree she had been using to sharpshot the zombies and skeletons from. She was lucky, she got to stay over in the jungle while I was stuck doing the groundwork in the snow. My duel wielding with enchanted daggers allowed me to do some major damage against the hordes of undead that plague this land. As I cut through the zombies and skeletons, I finally reached the brand of human best described as somewhere between a boy and young man - probably a teenager. I passed the wolf which was growling feebly and picked the human up, making my way back to the jungle before more beasts came out. I got into the shrubs and trees, then motioned at Phoenix with my head.

"What are you doing with him? Being in his warrior in shining armor?" Phoenix asked with a teasing laugh.

"Is it so wrong to see someone in need and want to help them?" I asked, wishing she could just hold in her snide comments for just one day - or even ten minutes.

"Maybe - if you want him to wake up and slice your face off with his 'epic sword wielding' abilities," Phoenix responded. "Did you see him? He's just... so bad."

I rolled my eyes at my sister, whose deep red hair fell over her shoulder as she mocked his abilities. I saw my own amber eyes flash mischievously from under her hair. I simply ignored her comment, not wanting to feed her bashing. I simply continued wading through the bush.

We'd finally reached our tree-house, I laid the human on my bed and proceeded to carefully remove the arrows from his shoulder and leg. "You know, I still think we need to add a fireplace up here," Phoenix told me... again. It wasn't that funny the first time, let alone the twenty-third time. Maybe I should stop responding. Or counting.

"It's not funny anymore, Phoenix," I told her against my better judgement. "It never was, really."

"Well, I need something to cook on. He needs food, I have food, but no fire or furnace to cook it with. ...Maybe a torch would light the place up." she continued. I groaned.

I went ahead and built a make-shift furnace of types, and - under careful supervision - allowed Phoenix to use it. After several minutes, the mild silence was broken. The human gasped suddenly and shot up. "Ow," he yelped as he did so, sinking back down. "Okay, I'll be thinking twice before I do that again..." Suddenly, he trailed off, looking around and sitting up again, more slowly. "Who are you, and where am I?" he asked, looking somewhere between concerned and fascinated.

"You are in a house in a tree, in a jungle. My sister and I made it," I replied calmly. "If you want the coordinance-"

"I'm in the jungle?" he cut me off eagerly, his eyes widened. He struggled to stand up, staggering. "This is great! This is exactly where I need to be!"

"Oh? You actually planned on making it through that tundra? You had some high expectations kid." My sister snarked.

"I would have been fine, honestly. I had it covered, I was fine." The human argued. Even I could tell that was a lie.

"You know it's never a good move to overestimate your own ability. you really should stay calm and get some rest for a little while." I was trying to be helpful.

"But I'm so close! I can feel it! I can sense it in my bones." He exclaims.
" I think what you're feeling is your bone marrow leaking into your bloodstream." Phoenix said rolling her eyes at him. "Cause you're feeling your bones alright... they're all broken"

"Um... no.. I'm pretty sure I'm fine." He said, shooting her a cold look.

"Uh-huh, that's why you were able to fight off all of those zombies so well, right? You killed like, what, two of them? Then ya passed out?" She fired back. She was just waiting on her meat to finish cooking, so he had all of her attention- which usually wasn't a fun thing to have.

"It was the skeletons not the zombies that got me!" His attempt to defend himself was amusing, because for once Phoenix was right. This kid needed help if he was going to survive.

"So, what is your name, human?" I asked him, cutting into their conversation.

"Connor. Yours?"

"Felix."

"Phoenix," My sister cut in almost as soon as I had finished saying my name.