On the Other Side (Minecraft)

Chapter One

I stared at the towering castle in front of me. There were guards surrounding the whole castle, and I could see the point of an arrow from one of the many guard towers. I crouched down, trying to hide my name tag from the dozens of guards.

As I slowly made my way towards the castle, I silently unsheathed my sword. I had to be ready for anything. What I never would've guessed happened, though. The guards began to shout; I had been found.

I got out of my crouched position, and ran as fast as I could towards the wall. Remembering I had brought a pickaxe, I quickly mined straight through the wall, running quickly into the dark forest.

Arrows flew past me and stuck into the trees surrounding me, and the clanking of armour could be heard behind me. As I ran through the dark forest, something caught my foot, and I fell flat on my face. I pulled out my sword, ready for the fight of my life. Blood oozed out of my block hands, but I gripped my sword tightly, not ready to go out without a fight.

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My eyes fluttered open and I looked around. I was in my room. I guess it was just a dream. Darn, I would've killed to see how it turned out. As I stood up, I noticed I was in my black thieving cloak. I looked down at my block hands, seeing scrapes all over them. Was it a dream?

I stood up, walking over to my dad's latest invention (he called it a "mirror"). When I looked at my reflection, I had a black eye, bruises and scratches all over my face, and my black cloak was torn all over. How was I going to explain that to my dad? I quickly changed into jeans and a black enderman shirt, making a mental note to buy a new cloak.

As I pulled out my sword, I noticed it was sticky and scratched up. I placed it in the chest in the corner of my room, and walked to the door. I crept down the stairs, hoping my dad was still asleep. I cringed as I heard my dad's voice yell, "Morning, honey!" I sighed and continued down the stairs. As I walked into the kitchen, I saw my dad's bright green eyes widen in surprise. "Rhoswyn, what happened?"

I frowned and said, "What do you mean, dad?"

My dad stared at me intensly and said, "Rhoswyn, you know what I mean. What happened this time?"

"I got in a fight." It technically wasn't a lie. I did get in a fight.

My dad sighed loudly, "Saying 'enjoy life' doesn't mean go out and get in trouble. Can't you stay out of trouble for just one day?"

I grinned widely and said, "Probably not."

"For Notch's sake," my dad began that same-old speech I had heard a million times, "Rhoswyn, you're only 16, and you wake up with at least one more bruise every day! I'm tired of having to worry if my daughter will still be alive when I wake up! You're always getting in fights, but you never tell me who you were fighting! I've already lost your mother, Roz, and I don't want to lose you too."

"First off, don't call me 'Roz'! Only mom called me that, and she's obviously not here anymore!" I snapped back at my dad, "Secondly, why would I tell you who I got in a fight with?! It's my life!" I stormed out the door, ignoring my dad's angry shouts.

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As I walked to the market, a thought crossed my mind, and I smiled. Quentin had said he'd meet me there sometime that day. I couldn't ever keep a straight face when I thought about Quentin. His messy brown hair was gorgeous, his blue eyes were amazing, and his personality was stunning. I walked into the market, trying to stop smiling.

I walked over to the clothing section, trying to ignore the weird looks my beaten-up face earned. As I walked through the giant marketplace, I felt something on my shoulder and heard someone say, "Rhoswyn?"

I smiled and turned around, saying, "Oh, hey, Quentin."

Quentin's smile faded and he said, "Woah, what happened?"

"Uh, a fight." I admitted to Quentin.

"A fight?!" Quentin exclaimed, earning some weird looks from other people in the marketplace. You see, I hadn't told Quentin about me being a thief. You'd think I would, considering we were friends. The thing was, Quentin was what you would call a goodie-goodie. He would practically have a heart-attack if he found out.

"Yeah, just something that happened at work. It's nothing, really." I lied to Quentin. "So, how was your day?"

"Rhoswyn, the sun just came up." Quentin explained, "My day just began." He just had to correct me.

"Fine." I sighed, "How did you sleep?"

"Okay, I guess. How about you?" Quentin asked, looking unfocused.

"Good. Quent, what's bothering you?" I asked, giving him a concerned look.

"What?" Quentin gave me a fake smile, "I'm fine, Roz"

"So, Quentin, are you ever going to show me your house?" I asked him, walking over to a bench and sitting on it.

Quentin sighed and sat down next to me, "We've been over this, Rhoswyn. There's not really much to show, so I'm just not going to show it to you."

"Come on," I pleaded, "that's not even a good excuse."

"It's good enough for me," Quentin smirked, "and that's all that matters."

I punched him in the shoulder and said, "Shut up, dork."

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OKay, so that's chapter one. I hope you like it, considering I stayed up all night writing a lot of it. I appreciate any and all comments, and would love some constructive criticism.