Now, this is a very short chapter, but don't worry, the next one will be nice and long.

"You who seek a portal home...look for the tower of bones."

What the hell did that mean? I looked for more clues, but nothing presented itself. My adrenaline waning, exhaustion overtook me and I collapsed into my bed.

The next day arrived in a cloak of fog. I made the usual patrol of my wall, looking for cracks or holes. Finding none, and having no plans for the day, I stayed in bed, pondering the words on the paper.

From what I could gather, this mysterious stranger wanted to help me get home. It seemed if I could locate this tower of bones, it could lead me to a way home. I was all for going, but I had no idea where to start looking. Perhaps Fate's hand turned my head, or maybe it was mere coincidence, but while I was pondering, I happened to look down at the scorch mark that the man had left.

I dropped down to the ground, almost touching the ground with my nose. There, in the middle of the mark, a small arrow was imprinted on the ground, pointing out into the nearby forest.

I rose with newfound determination and packed with amazing speed, leaving only the compacted gravel wall behind.

I traveled for so long I lost track of the days. I passed through enormous deserts, towering forests, and leagues of flatland. I felt like a nomad, wandering endlessly from shelter to shelter for their entire life. I became like a zombie, trudging for hours at a time, my body on autopilot as my mind wandered aimlessly.

After what seemed like an eternity, (for the readers interest, it had been 2 weeks since the overhang and the gravel wall, making our characters total time in "Minecraftia" 1 and a half months, or 45 days), I set up my newest shelter, specifically designed to be both strong and quick to assemble, at the foot of a massive dirt mound. Setting up my normal system of torches, I sat in my bed, pondering. I had been watching the horizon for what seemed like uncountable days, but there was still no sign of the tower on the hill of bones.

The man with no pupils had continued to visit me every few nights, leaving more scorch marks and more arrows. But after all this time, I began to wonder if I would ever find this tower.

The next day dawned cold and windy. I packed up my torches and set out for what I expected would be a day filled with dissapointment. As I began walking, I noticed the ground begin to change. Instead of the normal grass and sand, the ground was now becoming hard and cracked, changing from brown to a deep red. I looked up and saw the tree's were becoming twisted and streached. Soon the towering behemoths surrounded me, blocking off any view of the land I was now in.

For several hours I walked through the forest, becoming increasingly nervous as I heard mournful wails echoing from all directions. All vegetation had fled, and no animals could be seen. The sky turned a hazy red, and the air felt think, like before a storm.

Finally, I broke free of the creepy forest, entering a clearing. And in the center of the clearing, like a jagged white bone, a tower stood.

We're closing in on the end here people. Only 1 chapter left. Stay tuned for the exciting conclusion!