Chapter 5 Wolf Battle (Papart POV)
Together, Sylvester and I made our way through both pyramids. By the time we were finished looting them, I had full chain armor, still with a stone sword. We decided to backtrack and head over to the dark oak forest, picking up some food along the way. I gobbled down a few baked potatoes through the jungle, and eventually we arrived at the forest.
Sylvester helped me up onto the top of a brown mushroom and we scouted out for enemies. We did some tree parkour as we traveled on top of the forest, laughing and enjoying ourselves. I could hardly believe that I was having such a good time.
But still, my mind flicked back to Tom dying, and Steve suiciding. Steve puzzled me. There must have been a reason for what he did. Suicide just doesn't seem like his way of going down. But, I had to keep my mind forward. An enemy could pop out at any moment.
Then, I heard something. I put my hand to Sylvester and he stopped. I put my finger to my lips, signaling for him to be quiet. Sylvester nodded slowly, and prepared himself for the coming battle. I looked around, trying to see if I could spot the enemy. I looked down below the canopy and saw a flash of gray fur. That meant wolves.
I pointed my sword to the ground and signaled that that was where the enemy was. Sylvester grunted in acknowledgement and we both jumped down to the forest floor. I tried to see if I could once again see if the wolf was anywhere around here, or if it was just passing by. Right as I thought that there was no enemy around the area, I stood up.
"Papart, watch out!" Sylvester shouted at me. I turned around as a flying gray blur flung itself at me. I was tackled to the ground, and realized that it was a wolf. I yelped as it bit me, and flung it off of me with my sword. I backed out as Sylvester set the wolf on fire. The wolf howled, and ran back at me, knowing that I was the weaker target. I blocked the wolf with my sword and stuck it on the back. It pounced back and howled again. Suddenly, two more wolves appeared out of the shadows, and leaped up to grab Sylvester.
Sylvester was brought down to the ground from the weight of the wolves, but put them on fire. The two other wolves went back to shake off the flames, and when Sylvester regained his orientation, they got him again. Sylvester screamed and blasted flames everywhere. I jumped out of the way to avoid one, and then went back to battling the wolf on me. I struck it, and it barked. It charged me, tackling me to the ground. I pulled out a bow and shot it. It launched into the air, and then died from the fall damage.
I ran over to help Sylvester to find only one wolf still alive. I shot it twice, and then it keeled over and disappeared. That meant that three enemies just died, and there were only 9 competitors left. As night came along, my calculations were confirmed.
"So, where would you like to go to next?" Sylvester asked me.
"I say we just circle around in the direction of the plains biome," I recommended. "That way we are always exploring new land until we reach the desert again."
Sylvester was about to say something when he stopped. I stopped too. A few sentences of writing seemed to hover in the corner of my vision. It said that the chests at the middle of the arena had been refilled with more valuable loots.
"Are you seeing some words you can't touch in the corner of your vision?" I asked him.
"Yes, it's really quite strange," he confirmed.
"If this is true, then I say our next stop should be the middle of the arena where that large group of chests is," I laughed.
"Sounds good," he agreed. So, with that, we changed course and headed straight to the middle. Then, the text disappeared. Something strange really was going on.