Ianite's Daughter

Chapter 1

I sit in a tree, waiting for a swarm of zombies to move past. There's been more in swarms these past weeks. I wonder if Herobrine or Dianite are planning something. I keep my hand on the hilt of my sword, in case one of them spots me. Once they finally pass I climb to the ground. I hear a feminine scream to the south, opposite of where the swarm has gone. I carefully make my way in that direction. "Help!" A male voice yells. I pull out my sword as I approach. Some boy is sitting in a tree with no weapons. A spider is climbing up the tree, attempting to sink its fangs into the boy's leg. I accidentally step on a branch, not paying attention to the ground below my feet, and the spider turns, spying an easier meal. It launches itself off the tree and knocks me over. I hold my sword to its throat, attempting to keep it away, and a blueish liquid begins dripping over the blade. It pushes harder on the blade, and I turn it sharp side up. The pressure on my sword ceases, and the weight of its body goes limp, pushing on my stomach. The spiders head lands next to my head with a loud thump. The blue liquid leaks out of the limp body and onto my face. I push the corpse off of my chest and toss it to the side. The boy climbs down from the tree. I stand and wipe some of the blue stuff off my face. A strand of my brown hair falls in my face, covered in the same blue gore. I sigh. The boy walks closer to me and I hold up my sword. "I'm not going to hurt you." He says softly. I back up a few steps. "Drop any weapon you have." I say. He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a pocketknife, dropping it on the ground in front of him. "Now move away from it." I say. He steps back a little and I move to grab the knife, putting it in my pocket. "Any others?" I ask. He shakes his head. I study him; short light brown hair, cocoa colored eyes, and a slim build. "Why are you on my land?" I ask. He looks at the ground, then back at me. "This is your land? I had no clue! I give you my deepest apologies!" He says. He moves a step closer. I pull my bow over my shoulder and ready it with an arrow. He stops, mouth agape. "How did you do that so fast?" He asks. I step back a little and keep my bow aimed at his chest. "Why don't I ask you some questions? Hmm?" I ask.

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