[ Forever Ender ]

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Steve laughs at my death note

Misty trembled with fear as she slumped against a tree, and tried to comprehend what just happened. She couldn't. The sister that she was always supposed to always take care of, just gone. She just wanted to die so she could be with her sister. She stood up and kicked a block pebble across the ground. No. Her friends needed her; for they had been on the rocking, creaking, cracking boat as well. She needed to be for them.

She slumped back against the tree and internally smirked. Ha! Like she could take care of someone else, when she couldn't even take care of herself. Ender was unique though. She was one of the few people with blonde hair and blue eyes. She was a joker, carefree, was a math whiz, and was very friendly. Why her? Take the entire castle if you want, but why Ender? What did she do wrong? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

The sun was halfway out in the sky now. They had all gathered around in a plains biome and Steve was explaining the basics of survival in this new territory. No one could focus though. We were all upset about what just happened.

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Vent, Steve, Rose, and I, all passed crafting tables down a row of people.

"Remember, one family or 4 people per crafting table!" Steve yelled over the sound of the rippling waves of the wind. Soon enough, everyone had a crafting table. Steve stood front, and center on a dirt podium with his crafting table. He taught us how to make sticks, wooden planks, axes, pickaxes, swords, and shovels, houses, and beds. We were all ready to go. Steve took a music box out if his inventory and placed it on the ground, causing the block to play beautiful music.

Wood. I hate wood. Steve was just just going around with his fist like a drunk man, swinging randomly, and demolishing every single tree in his path. I rolled my eyes and got back to my tree. I quickly turned around with my bow, and dropped it. I backed up against my tree and prayed to Notch that I wouldn't die today. I doubt he heard.

There was a huge beast staring right at me. This monster, it's swinging flesh, all cover with hair as it's soulless eyes stared into mine. It roared at me, revealing the blood on it's teeth, and the strong thick cloud of acid for it's breath. It swung it's tail to rapidly, I feared to could knock me over and step on me with it's abnormally large feet. "STEVE! HELP! IT'S GOING TO EAT ME!" It was a risky move, but it might save my life.

Steve ran over to the bloody beast, and simply patted it on the head. The monster made the I love you eyes at him and the what a nice meal eyes at me. Steve calmly glanced my way and continued petting the aggressive monster. "Misty..." he began, "Sometimes I worry about you. That's a pig."

I squinted my eyes at this so called 'pig' and just let it know who was the boss. "Ok Mr. Pork Chop, I'm in charge here. What I say is what goes. Got it?" I crossed my arms and waited for a response. "Oink!" it screeched. "STEVE!" I screamed again. The beast was angry and untamable. Steve jogged over. "What is it Misty? MISTY!" he shouted as I jumped on top of his shoulders. "IT SCREAMED AT ME!" Oink! Oh no Mr. Pork Chop,

This is not over.