So I have some excuses... not enough though, I sent out chapter 5 AGES ago... I'm being plagued by ideas for random fanfics, and they simply won't leave me ALONE! I've also had a bleeding four day camp, during which I was extremely stupid and forgot a book containing most of part two of another story (the light of herobrine), so it seems I am doomed to be forgotten thanks to my extremely slow updates...
My name is Susan. That's all I remember. My family was caught in an Ender raid. My father was a well known general, he was killed in the raid. My mother and my siblings were taken by the Ender army.. I escaped and found my way to a jungle. For nearly eight year's I've survived alone. Survived, not lived. Avoiding creepers, spiders, zombies, skeletons and more. I've lived my entire life at the threat of death. I'm fifteen now...
The sky was dark, the moon hidden by cloud. Rain fell as torrents upon the trees, soaking through everything. Susan lay on her bed, watching the rain slowly drip through the aged wood of her house. An ocelot whined under her bed, sheltering from the never ceasing rain. She could have tamed it, Susan dimly remembered living with a black cat, before the raid. Instead, she let the ocelots live how they liked, though this particular one loved to curl by her feet at night. But now her feet were soaked, and the ocelot had found probably the only dry spot in the makeshift house. Susan sighed deeply and sat up, making her way towards her furnace. She dug her hand into the top slot, pulling out a small chicken, still warm. Digging into it, she checked her food stores. Five cooked chicken, three porkchops and two steak. Susan groaned mentally. If this rain didn't stop soon, she'd probably starve.
She sat on the small bit of wood beside her only window. Unaware of her, a creeper shuffled past. Susan shuddered with fear and hated these mobs, almost as much as she hated the Enderians.
Reluctant to sleep in the downpour, Susan watched mobs walk past her as the sun slowly rose.
A strong wing blew the leaves of nearby trees. A soft thump came from the roof of the house, causing Susan to freeze. Creeper! Was Susan's first thoughts, but then came louder footsteps, like a zombie. Suddenly something fell from the roof, briefly passing the high window. Footsteps rounded to the door. Grabbing her stone sword, Susan stood where she was, ready to attack. The door swung open to show a girl her age, maybe older, standing by the entrance. Her dripping hair reflected perfectly the sky at sunset. She looked at Susan and her pale skin became whiter.
"Don't hurt me!"
The two cried at exactly the same time. They then burst into laughter at each other's faces.
Sky's heart flipped. She could barely remember the last time she'd laughed. She was contemplating this when a yowl came from behind the girl and a bright orange-yellow blur knocked her to the ground. Yelling, Skye shoved the monster off and stood, ready to fight.
"Meow."
Blinking, Skye stared down at the ocelot as the girl burst into laughter again.
"Guess you've met Oliver then."
Skye nodded shyly, not letting her eyes off the tiny leopard. "I've never seen anything like that before... even after we left the End."
"What?" The girl's voice instantly became hostile. Skye looked up at her. Her face was set with hatred and her hand gripped her sword so tightly it seemed she'd break the hilt. "You're an Enderian." She accused.
Skye stepped back in fear. "I was their mage. Their slave. I escaped, I swear, I hate them as much as you!"
Her babbling seemed to have no affect on the girl, and she was forced to dodge a stab.
"YOU ENDERIANS DESERVE TO BE TOSSED INTO THE VOID, YOU FILTH COVERED MONSTERS! I WISH EACH ONE OF YOU WERE THROWN INTO THE NETHER WITH NOTHING BUT A STICK FOR DEFENSE!"
Skye swore she could feel the girl's rage. She swiped at Skye again, who jumped back, only to fall into a ravine. Screaming, she closed her eyes and focused on the air around her, willing it to become thick enough to bear her weight. The wind rushing around her as she fell to her death ceased and she opened her eyes to see the girl peering down at her, shocked. Skye willed herself up out of the ravine, and a warm wind carried her up.
Her feet landed lightly on the bright green grass of the jungle.
"I'm not lying," she muttered simply.
The girl looked at Skye in what seemed both awe and fear. "I...I'm Susan. What's y...your name?"
Oliver walked up to Skye and rubbed himself against her leg. "My name's Skye."
Susan's face had a strange look. "It's raining." She muttered, staring down at the ocelot. She looked up at Skye, and she seemed to relax.
"I don't know how, but ocelots always seem to know the difference between friend and foe instantly." She explained, walking towards her house. Skye followed. The two sheltered there until morning.
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The sun rose, and the three mages rose from their shelter. Normal fire would have been doused by the rain long ago, but Zia's fire seemed immune to it. The three discussed this wearily as they packed up their meagre supplies.
"The Nether, huh?" Eria murmured.
"Would have thought you'd had the same dream." Zia was thoroughly creeped out by the fact Asriel and her had experienced almost the same thing.
Eria stifled a yawn. "I was running all day. I'm surprised I woke up at all."
Shrugging, Asriel led them to a stream, where they filled the water bottle Zia and Asriel had packed.
"So what do we have to do? Get a portal?" Asked Eria as she cupped some water into her mouth.
"That's the easy part. Apparently there's another mage, and she has to come to the Nether with us."
"Okay, where is she?"
Asriel sighed. "No idea."
"So she could be anywhere in the four realms."
"Yup."
Eria sighed. "Come on then," she muttered, heading into a nearby jungle.
So I've been pestered for updates, so here it is. Bit of a dull ending, but better than nothing...
I've only had a few questions, I'd love more.
To children of the mother: what were your names? Do you hate the person who did this to you or do you forgive them? Why or why not? Our names were Collin and Sarah. I don't know who did this to us but our mother said the Enderians were attacking us. *little Sarah* I hate them! I wish they'd die!