Apprentice

Chapter 13: Bad blood

Note: Ridge's stream yesterday was awesome :D Anyway, here's the unlucky 13th chapter!

Liam's POV

"What are you doing in the forest?" Tia asks, emerging from the shadows. Frighteningly, she is covered in blood, and she has bruises all over her torn clothes. "I'm...going on a quest. It's an exam thing, to prove I'm worthy of being Mitch's apprentice." I study her closely. "What happened to you?" She looks down at herself, picking up the tattered edges of her shirt. "Oh. I had a fight with Ridgedog. Don't worry..." she grins, "It's more his blood than mine." Staring at her, my jaw drops open. "You killed him?" I ask, shocked. Was she more dangerous than him? "Don't be stupid, he's immortal. Speaking of which..." she looks behind her, worry creasing her face. "We better hurry. I don't know if he's coming after me or not..." 

"We?" I quote, walking quickly into the forest, me behind her. I didn't trust her yet, but I don't think she wanted to waste time killing me when there was an insane killer on the loose hissing for her head on a stake. "I don't have anywhere else to go or do. Might as well follow you for a bit." She gestures for me to walk in front of her. "Can't I just fly on your back or something?" I ask after ten minutes of walking. "No, i'm enjoying this little walk of freedom and besides, I can't let you cheat on your exam." I turn to face her, an amused smile on her face. "Technically, I shouldn't even be with anyone at all." She shrugs. "Who will know?" I open my mouth to reply, but I just scowl at her and keep walking, ignoring her snicker behind me.

After hours of trekking, the sun was beginning to set. "We should set up shelter now. You got a tent or something?" she asks, and I unpack my back pack, watching as she stretches in the clearing, letting out a sigh of content. "Yeah, but only one sleeping bag." I mutter, clutching it protectively. She laughs at me. "I'll make a bed. Oh wait, no wool...hmm...I'll just sleep on the floor. Wait, why have you got just a tent? You'll need a shelter. You don't think that is gonna protect you from spiders and zombies do you?" she asks, fumbling through my back pack. Sighing in annoyance, I reply sarcastically, "Yeah, like I'm going to carry round a portable shelter in my backpack." She grins at me, and goes over to a nearby jungle tree, striking the bottom of it quickly with her still bloody fist from whatever sort of fight she had with the demigod. The tree falls quickly, and she uses her feet to snap the branches and trunk into logs. 

She looks up at me. "You going to just sit there?" Grunting in reply, I heave myself off the comfy forest moss to pick up the logs and take them to the crafting table. Turning them into ugly looking red planks, I begin to slot them together and make us a small shack. "You got a pickaxe?" she asks, after loading the last of the planks next to me with a bang. "In my bag" I murmur, making a door quickly. "K, let me go get some coal and torches...Oh wait, you already have some! Finally, you came prepared for something." Huffing at her, she laughs at me, and props some torches up. "We need windows and a comfy floor. I guess the moss helps. Bit wet though. Although I do need a wash." She looks down at her dried bloody clothes, murmuring something to herself and laughing quietly. 

"Got a towel?" she asks, and I shake my head. "I'm not carrying all that crap in my bag." Shaking her head, she grabs hold of one of my hoodies and tears off the zip. "Hey!" I protest and she rolls her eyes. "I'll fix it later" she muses, and I shake my head. "Keep it." I mutter in disgust, and she laughs at me again before going to find some kind of natural shower. I go off and find sand before smelting it into glass, then making it into glass panes and setting up the tent in the middle of the shack. At least the monsters wouldn't see us. Coming back, she's drying her hair with my hoodie and has new clothes on. I stare at her. "Where'd the clothes come from?" I ask. "Oh. Turns out I can spawn small things in," she replies sheepishly and I groan. She had managed to get a light blue and white stripy shirt, grey tracksuit bottoms, and a small black fluffy jacket. She looked...normal. "You didn't need my hoodie then, did you?" I snap, reaching out to get it, but I recoil, seeing it dripping with water and stained with blood. "It tires me out though..." she mumbles, yawning.