Mortalized

Treader (16)

     "Saaaaaaaaaam!!" My voice fell into the forest all around me. Just then was I beginning to worry if the mutt might be alright. That young man hadn't followed me, thankfully. I preferred it that way. "Saaaaaaaaaaaaam!!" I called again; my twenty-fourth or so call.

     "Hey!! Sir! I found your dog!!" The robed guy's voice informed. I turned immediately and ran back to see if he was correct. He better not just be setting me up for a trap; for his sake, of course! When I reached the one searching for me, sure enough, Sam was in the process of sniffing me out, a massive femur from that doomed skeleton clamped between his jaws. Once the mutt heard me, he bolted my way, nearly tackling me to the ground. Why he was so excited, I had no idea. I pat the pup on the head a couple times, reassuring him I was alright. Then, I turned away from the stranger, ready to leave. "Dude, not even a thanks?!" The stranger scoffed behind me. I tried to ignore him, but he was awfully persistent. "Look, here, I get it.. just, I need-" He foolishly tried to walk up to me and place a hand on my shoulder. Only this time, I wasn't the one to snap at him. Sam's agitated bark caught the man off guard, giving him just enough time to step back before the mutt jumped at him. I smiled slightly as I began walking away. Looks like Sam was going to be a lot more helpful than I originally anticipated. "Woah! Sam, you were just- ...You know what -- nevermind! Good luck, lads, because you're going to need it!"

     I spun halfway around, mildly annoyed. "Alright, so what is it you are trying to warn me of? Just say it. No need to make it a mystery."

     "Monsters, duh! This place is full of 'em! And with such a highly concentrated amount in this forest, I can bet there have to be some hidden bases around here too! Who knows, Herobrine himself might be lurking in this forest.."

     "And what exactly makes you sound so obsessed with the guy: Herobrine?" I crossed my arms.

     "I..'d prefer avoid him."

     "Fair enough." That didn't exactly answer my question.

     "And what kind of question is that?!"

     "Just wondering if you were one of those Herobrine hunters or something. They tend to get a little koo-koo in the head after a while."

     "Pff! No, I'm not one of those! I don't hunt any person or group in particular; just whoever is stirring up the most trouble. The name's 303. Entity..303." Again, the younger man offered his hand. I just looked down at it briefly.

     "I'm Steven.... Steven Rogers." Just putting together the first two names that came to mind, I too created my fake persona.

     "Well then, Rogers... See you...never?"

     "Never." Was my solid answer. Awkwardly, the other man nodded, pulling himself back and keeping himself from saying anymore as he fell back into the forest. Finally, hearing no more, I sighed. Finally, I could continue in peace. ...That man did have a point, though. With so many mobs in this forest, there had to have been at least a couple bases to hide them all during the day, giving them shelter when no caves could be found. And since I knew they were hunting for me...I knew it was about time I finally shifted from defensive, to offensive. About time I finally took things into my own two hands again. Vengeance for trying to kill me also sounded nice.

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     That next day was difficult, to put it lightly. Within the span of five hours I whittled a sloppy wooden pickaxe, used it only once to dig some decent looking stones out from a small riverbank, and crafted myself my very first hand-made sword. --All my previous swords were just ones I had grabbed from my fallen enemies.-- next I tyed together several vines to make one thick leash so Sam would stay in one place when I was gone; and not used against me like last time. And for the rest of the day, I napped. Preparing as much energy as possible for the event upcoming was probably the second most important step yet. The first: making sure I had something to eat beforehand, of course.