Minecraft: a Redemption

Chapter 11

3 years earlier

Ben walked into the training room, trying to explain to Jane how bows could deflect ghast attacks.

Opening the door, they could hear the sound of smacking, the sound of a wooden sword beating up a dummy.

They saw Gregor furiously stabbing the dummy with his sword in slices, jabs, and pars that Ben could only dream of. Gregor's brown shirt was off, crumpled and forgotten a few blocks away. His skin was glistening with sweat, as if he had been up to this for a while.

"Holy dinnerbone!" Jane exclaimed. "What have you been teching him?"

"I don't think I tought him that," Ben shook his head.

By now, Gregor had stopped, looking embarrassed.

"Gregor, could you show us that again?" Jane asked him kindly.

Gregor held his sword firmly in his left hand (Ben hadn't known he was left-handed before) and glared at the dummy, as if he was trying to summon some strength to do what he had dne. Destroy.

"I- I can't," he admitted.

Jane looked annoyed by this. "But you just did it moments ago," she argued.

"I- I guess I'm too tired," Gregor said. Ben could easily tell he was lying.

"Oh well," Jane said, disatisfied, "better be off." She left the room in a brisk walk.

Once she was gone, Ben walked towards Gregor and said, "Gregor, tell the truth. What happened?"

Gregor explained to him about how angry he was at Herobrine, how his family was gone, and how he took it all out on the dummies.

"Gregor," Ben said, "I know exactly how you feel."

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Present day

We all rushed towards the body at once, wondering who it was, and hoping it wasn't someone we knew.

Was it Motir? Oh please don't let it be Motir!" I thought desperetly.

It wasn't.

The body wasn't even a boy. It was a girl.

She looked to be about a year younger than me, but it was hard to tell with her helmet on

Braden seemed to be thinking that too, so he gingerly slipped it off her head. Dark brown hair toppled around her shoulders. Her skin was so deathly pale, for a second I thought she was dead.

"Is she a Resistance member?" Braden wondered out loud.

The dark bark loudly, as if giving an adaquete reply.

We all looked at the girl. She was waking up.

Golden eyes flickered open and stared at us each in turn.

"Well isn't this lovely? Who are all of you?" Her hoarse voice croaked to us.

"I'm Ender, leader of the Resitance," I said. "Who are you?"

"I'm- my name is Art." She glanced up at all of us. "You're not the leader of the Resistance. Ben is."

Without answering, Braden and I helped her up and she almost instantly collapsed. I had Braden keep her up for me.

"Do you know how you got here?" I asked her.

"I- I was on a patrol. Everything was completely normal. And then there was this monster. Sasha, Mike's dog (he was on the patrol)-" suddenly she looked around frantically. "Where's Mike?"

"Calm down," Braden said softly.

"Is this dog Sasha?" Bradley asked, pointing to the tamed wolf that had now walked over to Rax.

Art nodded.

"You said a monster attacked you and your patrol. Do you mean a mob? Like a creeper?" I asked.

Art shook her head. "I don't know what it was. I don't know what happened to the others either. And where's Ben? How are you leader?"

"I challenged him and won," I told her.

Art's face went aghast. "Did- did you kill him?"

"No, but he's gone missing. We're on a mission to save him. Do you want to come?" I invited.

Looking uncertain, Braden said, "Is that such a good idea? She needs treatment and rest."

"We don't have the time. We need to get to the surface and find Ben."

"The surface?" Rax asked, looking up. "That's where we're going?"

I nodded. "Whoever took Ben or wherever he went, it certainly isn't here."

Rax nodded, muttering something about missing the sky.

"Let's go, I'm tired of wasting time," Bradley said.

"I don't want Art to go with us," Braden insisted. "She needs rest."

Art broke free from his grip. "I'm fine." Then she looked at all of us. "So, we're going to the surface?"

Once in the minecarts (taking Sasha with us) we began out ascent.

It was obvious that Braden was still angry that we weren't sending Art back to the HQ, despite his mistrust of them.

Nevertheless, we were riding higher and higher through ravines and tunnels.

Then there was light.

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There, I was faster this time. So, what'd you think?

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