Nothing To Do With Luck!

2) White Lie

     "Emmalyn!" A lady with long orangeish red hair, a green shirt, green eyes, and grey pants, shouted from the front door into the forest surrounding the small but cozy looking house. There was no response to the lady's call. "Oh, Emmalyn, where are you?" She whispered with a little worry. It was clear the owner of the name had been gone for quite some time.

     "Heard from her yet Alex?" A man with a blue shirt, purple pants, brown hair, and blueish purple eyes asked the woman.

     "Nothing Steve. She must have crossed the boarder again." Alex sighed.

     "Alright. Looks like it's time to go searching for her. Stay here with the kids. It's getting dark." Steve said as he passed Alex, eyeing the sky.

     "Be quick Steve." Alex advised.

     "Like always." Steve looked over his shoulder with a smile. Then he turned and ran into the forest, diamond sword in his right hand.

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     Deep in the forest, a teen girl strode her way around with an iron sword in her left hand and a hop in her step. She strode as if she knew the place like the back of her hand. She hummed her favorite tune as she looked all around the forest. The sun was still a couple hours from setting. She would be fine.

     The teen had long milk-chocolate brown wavy hair and light brown eyes. Her outfit was a simple navy blue t-shirt and light blue jeans that ended just under the knees. And in her eyes she always had that sparkle of adventure and curiosity.

     After a bit of walking the girl saw some stones sticking out of the grass. She looked over and saw some rocks rising up a hill. The perfect place to climb. The girl smiled as she ran towards the rocks and jumped atop them. Being just a little higher than the normal grass level gave her a small sense of accomplishment. Probably because she was actually pretty short for her age. But being a little shorter often let her get away with a few things, because someone might not believe a teen accidentally broke something. But a little girl, that, everyone could believe. She had also mastered a little cutsie innocent little girl voice, so she could easily fool quite a few into believing that she was much younger than she really was.

     Anyway! The girl continued climbing the steep hill until she was finally at the top. The hill barely looked like a pimple on the tree covered terrain. Both oak and birch trees coated the ground as far as the eye could see. The teen still couldn't get a proper view. So she climbed the nearest tree, which was a decently tall birch one, all the way to the top of it's branches. Up there, the girl sat and watched as the sun slowly met the horizon. For some reason it never really hurt her eyes to stare at the sun. She always used that as a bragging point when with other kids her age. Unfortunately for her, those times came very rarely. Only two to three times a year was she allowed to go to a proper school. The rest of the time she stayed home and learned all she needed to know from her mom and dad. Alex and Steve. She rarely talked to anyone accept her parents, and her three younger siblings, the oldest of them only nine. So there wasn't really much in common they could talk about. So instead, the girl often found herself talking to the animals, heck, sometimes even the trees!

     "Emmalyn!!. Eeeemmalyn!!" Her dad called from the bottom of the hill.

     "Up here Dad!!" The girl answered. She wanted to finish watching the sunset, but she also didn't want to worry her parents.

     "There you are! Come down here!" Steve demanded. Emmalyn rolled her eyes a little and hopped down without a scratch. Steve just looked at her as if worried about something.

     "What did your mother tell you?! Don't jump down from trees! You could hurt yourself!" Steve reminded.

     "I'm fine Dad. Always was." Emmalyn responded casually as she brushed off her lap. Then Steve coaxed his daughter to follow. So she did.

     "And why did you go outside the boundaries again? You know not to pass the line of torches." Steve scolded.

     "Sorry." Emmalyn groaned grudgefully.

     "That isn't an answer." Steve pointed out.

     "I just- I just- ghuuuh! I just want to go on an adventure, okay?!" Emmalyn shot a glare at him. "You and Mom told me I could after I turned sixteen! And guess what?! I am seventeen!" She then rolled her eyes.

     "Now with that attitude you are never leaving the house." Steve grumbled.

     "Uhhh!" Emmalyn in turn gave a painful sigh. "..It isn't like the mobs attack me anyways.." Emmalyn very quietly grumbled to herself. But Steve heard enough for his eyes to widen.

     "Excuse me?" He turned to the teen. "Does that mean, that you have, left the house at night?!" He asked with his voice elevating. Emmalyn noticed her mistake and her eyes widened too, knowing she was in trouble.

     "U- u- u-... Maybe?" She tensed at her own answer, hoping her dad wouldn't explode in anger.

     "Maybe?!. Maybe!?. MAYBE?!?" Steve shouted, but directing his voice to the forest instead of the cowering girl. "You know mobs will kill you! They kill everyone!!"

     "W- well, not me.. I even talked with this nice Creeper once. I think he said his name was Melv-" Emmalyn was interrupted.

     "WHAT?! That is against all the rules of Minecraft! You can't talk to mobs! You could be excused for that!" As Steve spoke his eyes darted around, worry. Not anger anymore.

     "I- I had no idea.." Emmalyn whispered, just then soaking in this rule she had forgotten. "But, why would people not be allowed to talk to mobs? How I see it, someone could bring peace between the people and monsters if they simply talked to eachother."

     Steve just sighed and slowly shook his head. "If only it were possible." He exhaled.

     "...C- can you talk to mobs?" Emmalyn asked Steve after a few quiet moments.

     "Uh, y- yeah. If I wanted to. But that is strictly against the rules." Steve told a little white lie. He sighed again and the two kept walking as the sun finally set and the darkness took hold of the world. It would be a loooooong night.