Saving the Blocks

Chapter 16-An Old Friend

Rachel's P.O.V.

I push my door open and go downstairs. Judith is sitting in a wooden chair by a window, reading a book.

"Hi, Judith." I say, taking a seat beside her.

"Hey."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Um, I'm kind of lost, and I was wondering what village I'm in."

"You're in Quinton Village." Judith says, closing her book and putting it on a table next to her. Josiah and Jen walk in.

"Hey, I have something to tell you guys." I say to them. They take a seat.

"What is it?" Josiah asks.

"Don't freak out, you're safe, but I escaped being captive."

Jen gasps. "By who? Maybe we can teach them a lesson!"

"By my uncle."

They look surprised. "And your uncle's name is?" Josiah asks.

"Again, don't get scared and run away, you're perfectly safe right now. My uncle is... Herobrine."

They all gasp and turn as white as ghosts. I explain my whole story to them. At the end, they calm down a little.

"Well, we know a boy like the one you just described." Judith says.

My pulse quickens. "Really? Where?"

"He came yesterday. Said his name was Paul or Saul or something like that. He tried to get some help to save you, but nobody would. He tried again this morning, but he's going to leave today at noon. He's at the other end of the village, in a house with dandelions in front of it."

"What time is it?" I ask, standing up.

"It's... oh, dear." Jen says. "Half past noon."

My eyes grow wide. I apologize for having to leave early. They say it's okay.

I gather my things and go outside the village.

Horse, I think. My knapsack turns into saddlebags and I run to Herobrine's lair.