Peregrine woke to a chilly breeze brushing her cheeks.
She sat up and immediately shaded her eyes against the rising sun. Her surroundings offered a lot of open space, but not a whole lot of trees. Grass grew in patches. Slushy snow blanketed the landspace.
A tundra, she thought to herself, Not a terrible place to spawn. Would’ve been better if it were a plain.
She stood up and brushed the snow off her shoulders, shivering. Movement by a cluster of spruce trees caught her eye. A solitary wolf peered at her from behind a tree, cocking its head. She tentatively approached it, but it ran off and hid behind some ferns.
“I’ll come back to you later,” she said with a smirk, and then started work on taking down the trees.
By evening, she had a set of stone tools, a crafting table, a furnace and a little bit of pork to eat. If I can’t get a bed soon I’ll be in trouble, she thought, biting her lip and glancing at the setting sun. She jogged up a hill to get a look around, crossing her fingers for some sheep. On the horizon, right next door to a taiga forest, was a village. Peri’s heart lept with relief and she practically tumbled back down the hill.
She smiled as her feet met pathway, and she walked to the nearest villager. “You wouldn’t happen to have an extra place to rest, would you?” she asked.
The villager, with a very uninterested look on his face, responded with “Hrmm,” and then walked away. Peri rolled her eyes and moved on.
She found a chest in one of the village houses and dropped off her extra supplies. But as she was about to collapse into the nearby bed, she picked up a sound.
A very peculiar sound.
A scream. Coming from outside the window.
“Somebody. . . there?” she murmured, her brow furrowed. She hurried outside, yanked a torch from one of the street lamps (knowing that the villagers wouldn’t care less) and followed the noise, straining her eyes against the ever-descending darkness beyond the light of the village.
She passed by a cave and froze. She heard monsters. Angry monsters.
Why would they be– her thoughts were interrupted by a voice. No, not a villager. A girl. Peri’s pale blue eyes danced as she imagined what must be happening. “Wish I had a shield right now. . .” she hissed as she marched into the cave.
She took a left and then a couple rights, and there they were. Three zombies and two skeletons, all clawed hands and teeth and cocked bows. But they weren’t trained on her.
“What in the world–”
Two figures lay on the ground, motionless, the monsters crowding them. One glance at a hole in the cave’s ceiling and the starry sky beyond it, and Peri completed the scene in her head: They had dug straight down without realizing there was a cave underneath.
Taking a quick deep breath, she raised her sword and barked, “Hey! If you want a fight, come over 'ere!”
All five of the undead ghouls froze and looked in her direction. A zombie snarled.
Would be nice to have a bow too. . .
Peri attached her torch to the tunnel wall and jumped to the side as an arrow whizzed by her. A zombie was on her in seconds. Dodging its probing, sharp fingernails, she stabbed it multiple times until it was no more. She yelped in pain as an arrow made its mark in her left forearm, and she charged one of the skeletons.
The other skeleton loosed an arrow that hit another zombie, who quickly changed direction and hobbled for the dim-witted archer. The zombie won, and after Peri managed to finish off the other two mobs, she felled it. And the battle was over.
Peri leaned against the wall. She had suffered two arrows, two scratches and a shallow bite. After pulling out the arrows she ate and swallowed a lump of pork, and sighed as she felt the pain subside and her strength come back.
After a quick check to make sure there were no more monsters, she grabbed her torch to look around. The cave’s floor was dotted with monster bodies. Besides the five mobs she had just faced, there were a few more undead and even a couple of endermen. A fresh creeper hole smoked in the middle of the room. She turned her attention to the figure on the floor. It was a girl with dark hair; she looked to be a few years younger than Peri.
The enderman next to her stirred and groaned. Her hand went back to her sword hilt, but she hesitated. Had she seen the girl caressing it like a dying friend? With a sigh, she decided to dismiss it.
The girl didn’t suffer any broken bones, just some bruises. She would have a nasty headache in the morning, but overall she would be fine. The sound of footsteps coming from deeper in the cave told her that it was probably best to take the girl to the village where she would be safe. With many a grunt, she scooped her up and started for the cave’s exit.
The enderman on the ground suddenly growled and one of its slender black claws reached for them; Peri nearly jumped out of her socks. A glance backwards told her the it was currently too shaken up to get up and pursue them. Knowing endermen, it would either die, or recover and forget all about them.
Returning to the house where her chest was, Peri set the girl on the bed and then walked to the house next door, picked up a bed back there, and settled next to the girl. She was pretty sure the girl would be awake by morning.