There I was, in the mountains, walking aimlessly. I wondered why I had spawned, was I destined to do something great? Or was I a mere divet in the player's lifes? There I heard a screaming, coming from a nearby valley. I rushed over, and saw yet another horrific sight. A baby creeper was on a hill, backed into a wall by a player. I had no idea what to do, save it and risk being killed? Or just ignore it and keep on walking? I decided to act. I leaped down and landed in a lake, mere meters by the player. Luckily he didn't notice me. I snuck up behind him and did what I did best. The baby creeper's assulter was killed, but I wasn't? It was very strange that I didn't respawn after exploding.


The baby was still scared out of his wits. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Y-y-yes." He stuttered, still shaking, "W-why did y-you help me?" "I couldn't just leave you there to die. How did you get here anyway?" "Well I-" Clang! An iron cage dropped on the baby, I looked up. There was the player I had killed before, and he wasn't too happy. "Ugh, creepers, those annoying little pests." The man sneered. "I'll be more than happy to exterminate you after this little guy. 'Cio!" "No waaaiit!" I shouted, but he had already dragged the cage out of the pit. I could see the baby's face tearing as he was dragged further and further away. I was stunned, like, WHOA, what just happened? I had a feeling something about that baby was different. And the fact that I didn't die when I exploded, that just confused me even more. It was like I sign, a sign that I had to help him. So I set off east, the direction that he was dragged...