31-Day MCSM One Shot Challenge - July Edition 2018

Rocket

Generated Prompt of the day: Rocket

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Beacontown was currently the perfect definition of a gloomy day. The sky was a dark shade of grey, heavy clouds blocking out the sunlight. It was cold, and windy.

Most of the Beacontowners stayed inside, keeping warm by a nice fireplace. There were very few people out on the streets, and those who were out, were all keeping wary eyes on the clouds – preparing themselves in case the rain hit.

One specific young man was walking along the main rode of town, his hands stuck in his pockets, a thick scarf waving behind him in the wind. He was walking slowly, admiring the scenery around him. It was clear that he was taking a mere Sunday stroll, definitely not heading somewhere specific.

His gaze fell on a specific, large building. The grey walls were overgrown in moss, the majestic large pillars cracking. The building seemed old and forgotten, it's large doors not having opened in years.

The man quietly watched the old building, his brown eyes filled with memories. Happy ones... sad ones.

He looked around a bit, not wanting to seem suspicious. Once he was certain he was in fact alone, he stepped onto the sidewalk, walking into the overgrown yard.

Personally, he didn't consider it trespassing. After all, he used to always be allowed on these grounds, back when he worked for Jesse.

Radar's eyes slowly moved over the run-down garden, flowerbeds that used to be filled with tulips now overgrown with weeds. The small birch trees that used to barely offer any shade were now large, towering about as high as the roof of the Order Hall.

Radar ran his hands along the cracked walls as he ventured behind the large building. A broken down structure caught his eyes, probably all that was left of their once-glamorous stables. If he closed his eyes he could still imagine seeing the horses' heads poking over the half-doors, scraping their hooves on the floor.

Radar opened his eyes again, sighing. It was hard to see the place in it's current state, especially when you're somebody who used to see it every day back when it was bustling with life.

He walked along the back yard, the dead grass crunching beneath his boots, the occasional thorn getting stuck in the soles.

Radar walked up the cracked steps of the back porch, wiping some dust off the glass windows. He peered inside.

It was dark, but he could make out the many trophy stands that used to hold the treasures of the Order. Most of the items were still there, covered in dust and cobwebs. Only the most valuable items were gone.

The amulet, the Nether star, the atlas and the enchanted flint and steel's pedestals were all empty. These trophies were some of the only items that Jesse took with her when she left...

Radar pulled away from the window, leaning back against the wall. Jesse's disappearance a few years back had left the entire Beacontown devastated, Radar the most. After all, it appeared he had been one of the last people to speak to her.

It wasn't really a secret any more, that Jesse wasn't happy in her home town. She was the only member of the Order left after all, the others all living quite far apart.

Then one morning, she just didn't show up to work at the office. The Order Hall was empty, nothing out of place except for the four missing treasures. No notes were left, no clues whatsoever.

Jesse's friends had been contacted. Neither Axel or Olivia knew anything about where Jesse headed off to, both of them stating that they haven't even spoken to her in weeks.