Minecraft Elements

17 - Literally. Cool.

Sigh I wanted to go to bed earlier but I refused to make this a late update so rip my sanity.

Prolly mitsakes. Idk tbh I think I did good.

K bye.

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~ Lily ~

Harold seemed to enjoy flowers.

In the room in which the ladder went up into, I was greeted by at least ten flower pots. It was a circular oak wood room, with tables of potted plants from poppies to alliums around the circumference. There was a redstone lamp above me that Harold turned on with a flick of a lever.

"Don't be slow." He said from one of the three doorways. He turned around and started walking away.

I quickly got up and shut the wood trapdoor. Then, I followed after him onto a bridge outside.

"Where are we going?"

"You're going to need a room to stay in, aren't you?" He said without looking back.

"You're going to help me?" I ducked under a branch.

"Obviously you need it."

Okay. Wow. What is it with old people and roasting?

We walked into another room. This time, it was a square kitchen. There was a fridge, a few furnaces, a crafting table, and a table on the other side. There were two ways to exit the kitchen; we went through the other one.

As we walked down a bridge inside the tree, I asked, "How many rooms do you have?"

"Several."

"Can you be a little more specific?"

"We can do a tour later. Right now, we need to discuss why you're here."

"I need in—"

"Ah ah!" He stopped me. "Save it for when we get into the library."

"Library? Oh..."

We walked into a tall room shaped like a cylinder. Bookshelves were the walls, and in the middle was a couch and a chair with a table in between.  The roof was a single layer of leaves, so a little sunlight got into the room. Naturally, there was a flower pot on each side of the door with a poppy in each.

"You can look, but you can't touch." Harold gestured to the chair, making himself comfy on the couch.

I sat down on the chair. "What now?"

"Now, you tell me what happened ever since you spawned in."

I didn't speak for a few seconds.

"Oh come on, do you really not trust me?" He snapped. "You came here, you expect me to help you, and you aren't going to tell me anything?"

I realized he was right. I did go to him. So, I explained everything. The parts about Jess (which were basically everything) were difficult to describe in detail, but he was catching along to everything quite easily.

"So you ran away." Harold finished for me. After I nodded, he said, "What imbecile would look for someone they aren't even sure is real?"