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It was a beautiful day, or at least I thought so.
I wasn’t sure how long it had been since I had seen the sun or a plant or a cloud, and frankly I didn’t care.
“If I never went into a cave again,” Grace said, “I’d die happy.”
“I can’t disagree!” Said Steve?.
We were in a forest, with tangly vines and birds croaking in the trees.
“No way!” He said.
“What?”
“I know this forest! There’s the Jungle Temple!”
He pointed at a spot of forest.
“We… I don’t see anything.”
“There,” he pointed again.
I squinted. There was a stone structure, half buried in the dirt.
“If we pray to the dark men,” Steve? explained, “they may help us. And if not, well, there should be a stash of loot somewhere.”
We approached the structure.
“And, listen Grace.”
“Yeah?” She said.
“Follow my every move. Got it?”
“Got it!”
Steve opened his bundle and grabbed his pickaxe, and worked on cracking open the stone.
We should kill him.
The thought came unbidden to my head, and I immediately shut it down.
“Why do you say that?” I whispered.
We’re running out of corrus fruit. We will sacrifice him to the Ender Men…
“You are dense. Besides, Steve? is our friend.”
Until he isn’t.
I followed him into the temple. Steve? was walking down some stairs, and I tried running up to him…
Bad idea.
I tripped, and an arrow shot out.
It hit my leather armor, and lightly poked my chest.
“Ow.”
“GRACE!” Steve? yelled, “I said to follow my every move. What were you expecting?”
“I guess…” Grace whispered.
Out of the darkness I saw two purple eyes, glowing.
“Steve?, give me the pumpkin.”
He did not question me, and handed the rotted gourd over.
I placed it on my head.
Answer me, human. Why do you possess fruit of the corrus?
“I…” my voice came out muffled, “an Ender Man by the name of… Sqi-eks gave it to me, to keep me alive.”
Sqi-Eks, hmm? That’s not possible.
“Why?”
Because I am Sqi-Eks. Now, give me the corrus.
Reluctantly, I handed it over.
Sqi-Eks disappeared.
We’re screwed now.
*
Later, me and Steve? were ransacking the temple.
“This is what we came for.”
He held up a piece of old parchment. On it was drawn a map.
“This leads to the… and I quote, in villager, “the-stronghold-of-the-dark-men-and-the-dead-things-where-the-dragon-is-worshipped.”
“We’ll just call it the Stronghold.” Grace said. “Besides, we need to be getting to the Capitol.”
“Hah. When we defeat this dragon… I tell ya, Grace, you’ll basically rule the world!”
Then, he heaved open a chest.
“Potions.” He said. “Here, take this one.”
He chuckled Grace a jar of red liquid.
Her hands quivered.
“What is this?” Grace asked.
“A regeneration potion. Y’know, for your injuries?”
“Oh.” I opened the bottle, and took a sip.
“Ahgh!” I screamed.
It felt like my insides were burning.
“What?” Steve? asked.
I reached for another potion, desperate.
“That’s a harming potion…” Steve? said.
I did care.
Drinking it, I instantly felt better.
My wounds healed.
Steve? stared at me strangely.
“Perhaps I mixed them up.” He said.
I wasn’t sure how long it had been since I had seen the sun or a plant or a cloud, and frankly I didn’t care.
“If I never went into a cave again,” Grace said, “I’d die happy.”
“I can’t disagree!” Said Steve?.
We were in a forest, with tangly vines and birds croaking in the trees.
“No way!” He said.
“What?”
“I know this forest! There’s the Jungle Temple!”
He pointed at a spot of forest.
“We… I don’t see anything.”
“There,” he pointed again.
I squinted. There was a stone structure, half buried in the dirt.
“If we pray to the dark men,” Steve? explained, “they may help us. And if not, well, there should be a stash of loot somewhere.”
We approached the structure.
“And, listen Grace.”
“Yeah?” She said.
“Follow my every move. Got it?”
“Got it!”
Steve opened his bundle and grabbed his pickaxe, and worked on cracking open the stone.
We should kill him.
The thought came unbidden to my head, and I immediately shut it down.
“Why do you say that?” I whispered.
We’re running out of corrus fruit. We will sacrifice him to the Ender Men…
“You are dense. Besides, Steve? is our friend.”
Until he isn’t.
I followed him into the temple. Steve? was walking down some stairs, and I tried running up to him…
Bad idea.
I tripped, and an arrow shot out.
It hit my leather armor, and lightly poked my chest.
“Ow.”
“GRACE!” Steve? yelled, “I said to follow my every move. What were you expecting?”
“I guess…” Grace whispered.
Out of the darkness I saw two purple eyes, glowing.
“Steve?, give me the pumpkin.”
He did not question me, and handed the rotted gourd over.
I placed it on my head.
Answer me, human. Why do you possess fruit of the corrus?
“I…” my voice came out muffled, “an Ender Man by the name of… Sqi-eks gave it to me, to keep me alive.”
Sqi-Eks, hmm? That’s not possible.
“Why?”
Because I am Sqi-Eks. Now, give me the corrus.
Reluctantly, I handed it over.
Sqi-Eks disappeared.
We’re screwed now.
*
Later, me and Steve? were ransacking the temple.
“This is what we came for.”
He held up a piece of old parchment. On it was drawn a map.
“This leads to the… and I quote, in villager, “the-stronghold-of-the-dark-men-and-the-dead-things-where-the-dragon-is-worshipped.”
“We’ll just call it the Stronghold.” Grace said. “Besides, we need to be getting to the Capitol.”
“Hah. When we defeat this dragon… I tell ya, Grace, you’ll basically rule the world!”
Then, he heaved open a chest.
“Potions.” He said. “Here, take this one.”
He chuckled Grace a jar of red liquid.
Her hands quivered.
“What is this?” Grace asked.
“A regeneration potion. Y’know, for your injuries?”
“Oh.” I opened the bottle, and took a sip.
“Ahgh!” I screamed.
It felt like my insides were burning.
“What?” Steve? asked.
I reached for another potion, desperate.
“That’s a harming potion…” Steve? said.
I did care.
Drinking it, I instantly felt better.
My wounds healed.
Steve? stared at me strangely.
“Perhaps I mixed them up.” He said.
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