A/N: Hey everyone! So by the time you guys read this I will most likely have had Internet for awhile, possibly a few days. That's right I didn't have Internet before this. I won't tell how I've been posting, just like a magician I will never reveal my secrets. And now a disclaimer. Oh wait I think that Mysterious Person wants to say something.

Mysterious Person:*through fat lips and staring at everyone with a black eye* Don't call him Floody. I'm serious he's one sick bastard.

Mr. Floodwaters: Hey you brought it upon yourself. If you want to see what led up to the argument just read my other story. Also I am indeed one sick man. Though the bastard thing was kinda hurtful so I'm gonna go into a corner and cry now*walks into a corner and starts sobbing*

Mysterious Person: Um …. I guess that I'm doing the disclaimer then? Well here it goes.

Disclaimer: I don't own minecraft legally*gets slapped by Mr. Floodwaters* alright we don't own it at all. Jeez that hurt.

Date: January 20th Year X Cycle 4

Well we got lucky today. We found a large pond today while walking through the desert. The unfortunate thing is that we found it while walking on a plain of sand and Silver sat down on a bit of jutting out from the extremely flat area. And that's when the place fell in on itself right into the pond. Father fell in all the way. Luckily we managed to pull him out before the damage became too severe but I don't know if he'll make it unless we get help from a minecrafter. And in order to do that we would have to get to a village or town, but if we did that I have no idea if they would help or let him die or even just kill him on the spot for being an Enderman. I know of a village with a healer that will care for anything, mob or minecrafter. If we could make it there then Father would have a better chance than out here. I will have to tell Silver when she gets over the shock of having watched our Father in such pain. I must go now if we have any chance of getting to the village before an infection sets in. As Father says: May Notch be with you.

Master of Thieves

I set down Father's journal. I knew that I had possibly trespassed on the only thing our Father really kept private from us. That was the only time that I ever opened the darn thing. I walked around our hastily made camp looking for Silver. I found her crying on a bit of sand that was cleverly built to conceal her while she cried for Father. If it hadn't been for my keen-ish eyes and that I had learned that trick as well I would never have found her. Actually I almost missed her and would've too if it hadn't been for the training.

"Silver? Silver, do you wanna talk?" I hated that my strange accent was starting to affect my words. It happened often when I was nervous or upset or sometimes when I was scared. "I mean I could help with …." My voice trailed off when I saw the look on her face. It said very clearly that if I didn't clear out I would more than likely find myself in a very similar position to what happened two days ago.

"Go! Now!" Her red rimmed eyes were filled with anger and sadness. But it at least there was no guilt there. I knew that if she felt guilty about this then I would never be able to convince her otherwise and that the feeling would eat her up until nothing was left of the old Silver. But I wouldn't leave, not until I told her where we were going. The original plan would have me going alone but if I left her and Father alone out here. Especially not at night.

"Silver! Silver! Silver, listen to me!" I had to shout at her to get her attention as once she saw that I wasn't going to leave to started to hit me, my shouting her name eventually got her attention. "Look we are gonna have to carry Father to a village that's nearby. They have a healer there that cares for minecrafter and mob alike. If we can get him there maybe the healer will be able to help. Understand?"

"Yes, I understand. We're gonna carry our Father, across a desert, with nothing to drink or eat, and we're gonna walk into a village with an Enderman on our backs and ask for him to be healed. Do you see the many, many things that could go wrong?"

"And the alternative is our Father dying. Now which do you prefer?" I knew that even if we got him to the village that it was no guarantee that he would survive the extensive damage he had taken from his dunking in the water.

"Alright, but you have to buy me a new comb and jacket." That was the Silver that I knew.

"Fine, whatever you want." Well it doesn't cost much to get those things so I figured that she would be easy to satisfy. But she asked one more thing. Something I think would be impossible for me to do.

"Also promise that you'll shut up and not be a smartass while we're in the village." Ok she knew that would be next to impossible.

"I can't promise that, but I'll do my best. Anyway where do you get off telling me to control my mouth?" She was almost as be as me with her mouth.

"Um …. I have gotten control of it, remember?" And now that she said that I recalled that she had refrained from any smartass comments of late.

"Right. Never mind what I said. We should probably start walking soon. Or do you want to wait until morning?"

"Morning." She replied then walked back over to where Father lay and curled up beside him, fast asleep within moments. I stayed awake a little longer so I could build a fire then I curled up next to Father and Silver and fell asleep, worrying about how we could make it to a village so many chunks away.

Necro: Hey everyone! Bet you noticed the new penname. I kinda got tired of the old one. And it was starting to irritate me that I always referred to myself as Mr. F. So now I have a first name y'all can call me by.

MP: Hey guys. Since Necro won't apologize for the chapter I will. It's been so long since we've been able to write and we are sorry if the last part of this chapter is...below our usual standard.

Necro: Yeah. Sorry everyone. And it's my fault too. Now I'm sad. Oh well, till next time!