Alright so it's been very long since an update for this fic, and I hope you don't hate me. Among the reasons would be that I became very confused regarding the numbering of the fic, but that ranks down at the bottom.

Anyways, here's the next chapter and I"ll try to be a bit more consistent with this fic.

Cyrus sat at the bottom of a canyon. His village elders had banished him there for five moons for playing "Hide the Diamond Sword" with the village leader's wife. Naturally, he didn't regret his choice too much. Five days and nights wasn't too long, and that woman had been particularly fun to be with.

This wasn't his first banishment, but it was the first from that particular village. He was a drifter with a tendency to get himself into these messes, usually by the same method. So he was used to the cold shoulder of society, just as he was now with the warm bed of a forbidden woman.

Nonetheless, he didn't want to stay down there any longer. It'd only been a day, but Cyrus had decided it was high-time to leave the village in search of a new one. The cave walls didn't seem too rough, and seemed to have a plethora of footholds to aid his ascent.

When those elders come back to drop a ladder, I'll be long gone, he thought with a smirk. Night had fallen; the perfect time to run was now, when all were asleep. Cyrus began to climb.

The climb was hard work, and his muscles were begging him to stop. Nevertheless he kept going up, for with each inch he was closer to the top and to freedom and a new, lecherous life. So not so new, but definitely free.

He made the mistake of looking down, and instantly vertigo took hold. His vision blurred, his fingers lost their hold, and he swayed dangerously.

Steeling his nerves, he focused and fought off his fear. Still, he ascended, focused on what the freedom would offer. Finally, only a few inches were left between him and the top. His fingers scrambled for a hold on the summit of the canyon, and while gravel was a hard place to find something to hold onto, he found a somewhat soft but sturdy object to lift himself up with.

He smiled and rose, before nearly fainting at looking at his foothold. A black frown with green background looked unhappily at him, and Cyrus pleaded, "No, no, no come on!"

An explosion tore the air, waking up a few villagers. They shrugged and returned to bed, not knowing that the body of the criminal they laid to the law now lay dead at the canyon where his sentence would be carried out... forever.

A doctor, new to the profession and garbed in black, explained to the village constable what occurred. "From the diameter of the explosion, it would appear a Creeper was detonated here. Our unfortunate convict, former convict I should say, was attempting to escape when the creeper exploded, sending shrapnel everywhere.

"Believe it or not, he died before he hit the ground. The shrapnel sent large pieces of jagged rock straight through his head into his brain. Specifically, it entered his cranium and cut into the brain stem and frontal lobe, instantly killing him. The fact he hit the ground was just to make it a messier job of a burial."

So there you go. Thanks to utopianking for the idea, and I hope you all liked it and that I stuck to what he intended.