Hey there! Ari here. Here's the thing. The chapters from here on probably aren't going to be very long unless they're a major plot point, so while this is short even for me, they won't be getting much longer. A lot of those short ones will be for humor, so it isn't like you won't be getting anything out of it~

That being said, I kinda lied about the 'realistic' thing. If this was realistic, Ari (me) would have backed straight into a Creeper and let out the most horrific scream before blowing up. Yeah. I'm not the smoothest player in Minecraft...

This story actually DID happen. Vreagon's brother finds it so hilarious to sneak up behind me and scare the shit out of me. I once turned from putting things in my chest to find him staring through the window of my little window with that damn grin. Still haunts me. What's even better? That was my very first day in Minecraft. What a lovely introduction.

Another day, another adventure. Ari yawned and stretched, tilting her hips as she did so, pulling delicate fingers into her palm. Vreagon looked up at her from his spot at the mouth of the cave, frowning. "You gonna help?" He asked, and Ari huffed.

"Maybe. Don't want to mess up my nails."

"What nails? Yours are about as short as mine. Get your ass down here and help me, this is heavy."

Ari rolled her eyes but giggled anyway, jumping down and stooping in front of him, taking one side of the block while he took the other. They counted silently before standing, Ari gasping. "Whoa- why is this so heavy!"

"Pah. I don't have any idea, Ari, which is why I asked you to help me bring it up to the house so we can find out."

Ari nodded, backing up slowly as he directed her on which spots were steps and which were steady inclines.

After several minutes of yelling and cursing at each other the block finally found its way to the center of their home, sitting innocently between two huffing humans. Ari wiped her brow and tilted her hips again, finally falling back against her bed. "Wow, that was heavy..." she laughed weakly and Vreagon only looked up at her with a huff, rubbing his nose and sniffing before grabbing a chisel.

Before he could even begin to dig into it and chip away any of the stone from the sides, Ari stopped him, looking up. Vreagon looked up at her and frowned, watching the girl grab her bow and an arrow.

"What-"

"Shh."

Ari stepped closer to the door, listening for the noise she'd heard to happen again - sure enough, several seconds after she reached the door and stopped, the sound echoed again - the soft sounds of footsteps. Convinced that they were living alone (as she'd never seen anybody with them, on this little island), she opened the door slowly, glancing back at Vreagon who also took the defensive stance, holding his sword as he followed her.

Ari set the arrow, pulling back on the bow and searching around her. Contrary to her regularly goofy behavior, she was able to be serious, a trait that Vreagon didn't see very often. He watched her back as she investigated his eyes dark. He hadn't heard anything - he'd watched her before, when she would be walking 'alone' in the forest and finding things. Her paranoia was incredible, probably saving her life more than once. She moved swiftly, on the very edge of danger, her shoulders still and her muscles tight.

Behind them. That Vreagon heard - a loud crunch of a stick. He went around one side of the house while Ari ran around the other, and-

"AAAIII!"

Vreagon turned on his heel, meeting up with Ari, the girl on the ground and heaving in shock. He blinked - the arrow and bow lay at her side, suggesting that she never had a chance to release the arrow. His eyes slowly roamed over her, looking her over silently for any injuries, before they fell on the person who had terrified her so.

"Mor!" he shouted, laughing at his brother's bewildered expression. The other, as well, had stood still, eyes wide and staring at the girl in shock as he attempted to take in the new information. A girl was now living with Vreagon, obviously. But who was she? He vaguely remembered his brother bringing a girl home and telling him, just before he left for his little adventure, that he was going to nurse her back to health before allowing her to leave.

The girl looked fine, now, if it was the same one. He'd never really gotten a good look at her.

"...Who the- Who is he?" Ari finally spoke, her voice trembling.

Vreagon laughed again, helping the girl up and handing her the weapons she'd dropped. "This is my brother, Mor. Mor, this is Ari."

Mor stared at her before a grin washed over his face, holding out his hand. Ari took it carefully, her eyes narrowed in suspicion, shaking it. The grin only grew. She leaned over to Vreagon, "...he creeps me out."

"Oh, he knows. That's why he's doing it. Mor, why don't you stop scaring her and come back to the house?"

Mor shrugged and nodded, following silently. Ari kept her distance.

His grin grew even more.