He finally did it, he crossed the border. Killed him...he's dead. TNT broke down with laughter. In my fury, I realeased all my bridled rage against him. If the army found out about me, they would use me for nukes. The smoke cleared, but no sign of either of them. I failed... I couldn't keep the baby creeper safe. My brain knew it, it was speaking to me, but my heart wouldn't accept it. "He's dead, he's dead." The voice kept on saying. My dad told me fables when I was a kid. During one about my missing mother, I asked where she was, or if something happened to her. He just sat there for a minute, then he said they were in a cave. A player snuck up on them and knocked my mom into a lava pit. My dad killed the murderer, but never saw my mom again. That made me realize that if a mob died in lava, it would be gone forever.


Through my tears, I saw footprints in the dirt. I knew they were TNT's. They led off into a snowy forest, so I followed them. As I entered, the frost reflected the light, making the trees appear as crystals. I had to run to keep warm. The cold was biting me like a spider. I managed to cross it in about 10 minutes. The footsteps kept on going towards the horizon. The sunset on the mountain looked spectacular. Then I saw a silhouette on the peak, there was smoke and screaming coming from it. Through all odds, my heart rang true. It said he wasn't dead, and the screaming was the baby's. I knew he was alive.