These have been days of great conflict, but also of victory. When the sunlight penetrated the cracks of my stony tomb, I used the pickaxe to pry away the walls. In the rising sun, I saw the green, column-like shape of a creeper. This was the first I had seen them in person, but I recognized it instantly from the descriptions I read in the books. I also had read about their explosive natures, and knew I had to keep my distance.
Unfortunately, it turned its head and saw me. As I dug my way out, it started toward me, growling. I took a clumsy swipe at it with my sword, striking it on its side. It responded by freezing in its tracks and hissing. I turned and fled.
I heard the explosion behind me, and chunks of stone struck me from behind. The damage was superficial, though - my “Steve” costume had been ripped, exposing my tail, but that was the extend of it. The creeper had exploded, but it seemed that most of the blast was contained by the few chunks of stone that remained from my shelter. I quickly gathered what remained and headed on my way.
It wasn’t long before I finally reached the edge of the forest, and emerged onto a plain with long grass and gently rolling hills. I made quick progress across that expanse, and came to a desert. The white sands felt warm beneath my feet, and the relentless beating of the sun warmed my reptilian blood. Oh! How I wished I had the opportunity to strip away the human costume and lay there on the sands, basking in the sun! A nap would do wonders for my tired body! But I had a goal to meet, and no time to laze about. I resolved to come back to this region someday, though.
As the sun drooped in the sky, I arrived at the edge of a broad savanna. Looking about, I found a tall plateau nearby, with a few stunted trees struggling to grow from the eastern side. I figured that would be a good place to make my nightly home, and headed to the wall. As I took some cobblestone out of my pack, a sharp pain pierced my side. An arrow!
I looked about to see a skeleton emerge from the shadows of the trees, shaking off the clumps of earth that clung to its ribs. It raised its bow at me, another arrow notched. I tried to dodge - and failed - as I ran the short distance to attack it. I struck it a heavy blow against its side, and another one to its jaw. The skeleton barely flinched as it drew another arrow at me.
I raised my hand again, and that’s when I realized that it still contained a large chunk of rock. I had attacked the skeleton without drawing my sword. For my idiocy, the skeleton rewarded me with another arrow to the shoulder.
I had to do something to save my life - something desperate. And as deplorable as I find the practice, I saw no alternative. I quickly drew my sword and, with a practiced move, sliced behind me. I felt the blade cleave through my tail. Trying my best to ignore the pain, I dove into a shallow hole and concealed myself with dirt.
The tactic of my ancestors worked - the skeleton’s empty eye sockets were drawn by the motion of my thrashing, severed tail, and fired a few more arrows at the severed appendage. I tried to calm my breathing, the best that I could. The skeleton grew tired of this sport and resumed its spot under the tree. Standing motionless, waiting for other unfortunate travelers to attack.
My backside felt numb as my body adjusted to the loss of my tail. It was a tactic that my people had used before, but one I had never relied upon. Then again, my life here tended to be much more physical than my upbringing, too. Despite the immediate threat, I relaxed as much as I could, enjoying the brief rest.
All too soon, the sun started to rise in the east. The skeleton turned its head toward the sun before turning to retreat further into the shadows. This proved to be my turn to rise from the earth and strike. This time with my sword in hand, I rushed the creature and knocked it into the light of the rising sun. It turned to face me as its bones erupted into flame, but I didn’t give it the chance to fire another arrow. Another blow to the ribcage caused it to collapse into dust, leaving behind an arrow and a stray bone. I collected both.
Turning toward the rising sun, I continued my eastward trek. As the sun reached its peak in the sky, I crossed a shallow river and climbed a steep hill. I caught my breath as I reached the crest. There below me was the crystal blue waters of Lizard Cove. I stumbled down the beach to the water and drank my fill. I spotted a place on the beach, just a few steps from the edge, and used my crude stone pick to hollow out a spot. I used the rest of the stone that HaggisPK gave to me to build a shelter there - larger than the tombs I had rested in for the past several days. Then, I sat down to complete this journal entry.
I have a lot of work ahead of me. Even though I have reached my destination, the trees in this area are very thick, with deep shadows beneath. I know that monsters live among the shadows, so I will have to be cautious. But this will be my new home. I had better make it a nice place to live.
But first, sleep.