Her breaths came in wheezes and her armor clattered as her heavy footfalls echoed in the fog, sunlight drowsily crawling across the snowy hills and towards the enormous mountains that bordered the valley. Blue eyes looked at the forest with such a homesickness and hope, watching as the leaves shimmered with a similar ecstasy of her return. Wind stroked her dark hair gently with a motherly touch, tears rolling down her cheeks to which she made no protest to.
Home.
Above the leaves of the oak trees, a little cottage's red brick chimney pumped smoke. Soon the slow rhythm of her feet accelerated into a full sprint, tears welling up so much that she slightly concerned of falling flat on her face before she could reach the door of her long lost sanctuary. Even outside, she could smell the familiar feast of eggs, bacon, pancakes, and porridge that sent her heart and stomach into a frenzy. The stone home sat quietly in wait for her, like it had done for the many years she had been away. Immediately she raised her fist and pounded on the door desperately, impatiently waiting for the warmth to fully envelope her body and let her finally rest. Voices and clattering was heard behind the door, so confused to the visitor's anxiousness.
As the locked turned and the door slowly was pulled open...
She woke up.
Her smile immediately was washed away, leaving her with shameful reminders of her childish and unlikely hopes. Tears now felt like acid against her pale cheeks, burning with memories and illusions that she foolishly desired. She sat up, wiping away all the evidence she could of her bawling with the back of her glove. Metal reflected the dim yellow tongues of her small campfire, encrypted with a foreign lettering that the owner could not decipher nor explain exactly how they seemed to glow. Crestfallen, she slowly gathered her sleeping bag and other small supplies. The trees that stared curiously at her like woodland giants of myth murmured to one another about the tale of this strange, emotional warrior. They muttered on about how they had watched her run for years, though every biome and past every malicious creature.
Cool didn't mind. As she walked away from the campsite, she walked away with her supplies and ventured again into the unknown. Enderpearls rolled across her fingers as she preformed the tricks she learned to prefect with all the time she had found in this lonesome world, even then finding then knack quick to master. All she wanted was to find her way back home.
Wherever it may be.
