It was early in the evening. Whisper stood on the porch of Shadow's house, gazing intently at the full moon. She was waiting for Shadow who was looking for a few water resistance potions. A few moments later Shadow rushed out the door.

"Sorry I took so long," Shadow said breathlessly. "I couldn't find any water res potions, so I had to brew some."

"It's fine Shadow! But can you lead the way, I have no idea where to go." Whisper said before falling next to shadow in a brisk walk.

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"Trot!" Shadow beamed as they came to the town's centre garden. Beautiful marigold flowers were clustered in the flowerbed in shades of crimson, tangerine and saffron. A large flowering azalea tree stood in the middle of the park-like garden, a chair-swing attached to it rocked lightly in the cool evening breeze. Whisper was in awe, this place was amazing, almost as great as the gardens she used to tend to before the incident. Whisper's trail of thoughts was broken when Trotelot introduced himself.

"Hello, Whisper right? Well, I'm Trotelot, your friendly arsonist of a neighbour." He bowed, a giant grin appearing on his face.

"Uh, hi." Whisper said, her shyness getting the better of her. Shadow grinned at both of them before dragging her over to one of the others.

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Chaos didn't like change, he didn't love things staying the same, he just preferred it. So having another enderman coming to the village was a surprise to him. But Whisper seemed, different, odd to say the least. Most enderman would come up to you involuntarily to say hi, and wouldn't hurt you unless you stared into their eyes. But Whisper seemed quite shy and often looked as if she wasn't really there, in her own body. She quite often would let you look deep in her eyes barely worrying about anything. She also only trusted a few in the village yet; those people were Trotelot, Shadow and himself to an extent. She respected the others and acknowledged their presence but would often quickly leave after saying hello.

- - -

Buster sprinted through the forest, ducking, diving and leaping under and over tree branches and arrows. Not one single day without getting pelted by arrows! He thought, the small leather bags bouncing on his back. The last thing his cousin had given him when they were separated. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. Remember, keep running, the town is only a few minutes away. He told himself before ender-pearling to get to the village quicker.
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People in the story:

ShadowOnTheLoose
Trotelot
TheCrypteral
Flikr
Angelonasher
Greief
TheGlitchedRobin
Dan_TheChair/MiloNotTea_5398