Steve led Kaja to an open clearing. There, Steve sat down and asked her to sit with him. He explained to her why griefing was a bad thing to do.
"I hurts people, not just physically but also emotionally. Especially after they finish building something that took them many, many days to complete. Sometimes months."
"Months?" she asked in disbelief.
"Yes." The guilty look found it's way back onto her face. "That's one of the reasons of how some of the people make their living. By building what their heart desires and bring their imagination to life."
"I..I never thought about it... that way."
"Now go build yourself a house."
"What?" she asked surprised.
"You heard me. Go build yourself a house. I dont care how big it just has to be big enough for you to sleep in." She gave him an angry expression and she stood up and walked over to the nearest tree. She stared at it for several moments.
"You haven't given me any tools."
"You don't need any."
She sighed angerly and set to work mining the wood with her bare hands. After half an hour, she sat back down exhausted.
"Alright," she said. "I have wood." She looked at her hands. They were worn, cut, and hurt. Her nails were chipped and broken.
"Before you start building your house, I'd clean your hands so they don't get infected." She walked over to the river and she gingerly lowered her hands into the cool water. She immediately felt relief. She sighed. She then ripped some fabric from her jacket and she wrapped her hands with it like a bandage. She stood up and walked to an are she thought would be big enough for a house. She then placed the wood blocks in the shape of a rectangle. 4 blocks by 5 blocks. She left an opening for the door and a few open spaces for windows. She put the wood high enough so she had plenty of space inside the house. She was able to craft a crafting table from then she was able to craft some tools. When Steve noticed this he stood by her the entire time. She had dug out some sand and some cobblestone. She was able to smelt the sand in a furnace and she made some windows. She placed them in the spaces. She put a door up as well. She was almost finished.
"I'm almost finished," she said. "Now all I need is a bed." she looked through her inventory of dwindling resources. "How do I get a bed?"
"Figure it out," Steve told her. He then placed a bed that he had onto the ground and settled down for a nap.
"Ok, ok," she said. "I can figure this out. Let's see, I need wool and some wood." She went to a chest. "I have wood, but I need wool, which comes from sheep, so I need to kill some sheep." She went out side where Steve was sitting. She noticed that he was fast asleep.
I could just kill him now, she thought. She drew her sword and pointed it at his neck. She wanted to do it. Kill him. Kill him. Kill him! She really wanted to kill him. But for some reason, she just couldn't bring herself to do it.
No. I won't. I can't.
Yes. You can. Kill him!
No!
Kill. Him. Now!
No!
Do it!
NO!
She gasped and dropped her sword on the ground nearly passing out from the internal conflict. The clang it made woke Steve up. He stood up and found her crying on the ground at his feet.
"What's wrong?" he asked her feeling genuine concern.
"I'm sorry," she said crying. "I'm sorry!"
"For what?"
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
"For what? Sorry for what?"
"F-For trying...to...to kill you. I'm sorry!"
"Calm down," he told her sternly. He knelt down next to her.
"You wanted to kill me?" She nodded. "With all of your heart and soul, you wanted to kill me?"
"Mm-hm," she answered, still crying.
"But you didn't. Do you know why?" She shook her head. He put his hand on his heart and she did the same. "Because of this. Your heart and soul" She looked at him and he looked back at her. This was the first time their eyes had fully met. "You don't have to grief any more." He smiled and he helped her stand up. She smiled back. They joined hands and they walked off into the distance.
Epilogue:
Outside the Admin's house
Steve walked outside and looked at Kaja.
"How'd it go?" she asked eagerly.
"You can stay," he said.
"YES!" she gave a fist pump.
"I smoothed it over with him."
"Thank you," she said with a smile.
"On one condition." Her smile disappeared.
"Being?" she asked with a concerned tone.
"That I have to give the diamonds and emeralds back." Kaja burst out laughing, "What's so funny?"
"Nothing." They started to walk away from each other.
"Hey," Steve said, not turning around.
"What?" she asked, not turning either.
"Stay outta trouble for me." She hesitated, finding no response. She heard his steps fade away. She turned and looked. He was gone so she turned back around. Ever so slowly, an evil smirk crossed her face.
"Screw you," she said with the evil expression. She walked down the road laughing menacingly. Later that night, she robbed a house in the next village. She was going through the contents of a chest and in the mirror on the wall, she saw her.