The Round World

I rushed over to where Jones was standing. There, in front of him, was the strangest creature I have ever seen. It was a light shade of blue, cyan even. It had wings, but what astounded me more than that was it's hair. The colors, more than just the average one or two colors, six of them. Rose Red, Orange, Dandelion Yellow, Cactus Green, Blue, and even Purple.

I had little understanding of this world. With hair colors so sporadic as that, you'd expect it to be from some sort of... colorful path...

I heard a gasp from behind me. I turned around and saw the four creatures standing there, horrified. "I'm guessing you knew this creature...?" I ask them. Applebloom nods her head slowly, but Scootaloo does more than just nod.

She stands there, tears falling down her cheeks in a steady stream, mourning over the creature. Jones walks up to her, his expression dead serious, "We can't let that hold us back... If my predictions are correct, the-"

"What do you mean?" Scootaloo interrupts his sentence, "She's one of the best flyers! S-she can't be dead! She's incredible! You have to do something!" Scootaloo's begging voice forced me to shed a few tears.

"Jones, did you bring any potions of healing...?" I ask flatly. He shakes his head, a frown overcoming his face. "Did you bring a brewing stand?" I ask after he lets a couple tears drop to the ground.

As a response, Jones calls a brewing stand from his inventory and places it on the ground. "What's the recipe again?" I ask him, not for confirmation, but because i was really clueless. I had never made a single healing potion in my life. As i watch him shrug, my hope begins to scatter. Suddenly, on a whim, the idea for a regeneration potion flies into my head. I grasp some ghast tears from my inventory, along with some nether wart and a water bottle.

I feel everyone's eyes on me as i place the water bottle on the brewing stand, placing the nether wart above it. The nether wart breaks up quickly and fills the water bottle, turning it into an awkward potion, which is used for potion recipes. I then place the ghast tears above that potion, watching them break up and fall into the bottle.

"W-w-what is that?" Scootaloo asked between sobs.

"If i can't make a healing potion," I begin, trying to ignore Scootaloo's sobs, "I can at least make a regeneration potion. It will take longer for her to recover," I mumble this next part under my breath, "if she's alive," I then return to my normal voice, "but it has nearly the same effect."

Scootaloo nods, wiping some tears from her cheeks. Jones is sitting down next to her, trying to soothe her along with her friends.

They don't understand. I think to myself. They don't know what is going to happen, Everyone here is going to be in danger, all because of me and Jones. I wouldn't even let myself blame Jones. If it really was his fault, he would have a more guilty look to him, not this look of true concern.

I look back towards them, Scootaloo was burying her face in Jones' shoulder. I could see the amount of tears nearly tripled from when we first found the rainbow-haired creature.

"It'll be okay, Scootaloo," Jones said, trying to get her to stop crying, "Not-"

"Jones, let her cry," I interrupted without thinking, "If she needs to let out her emotions, who are we to stop her...?" Jones nods and begins to stroke the creature, trying to soothe it once more.

I peak back at the brewing stand. The potion of regeneration seemed to have just finished brewing. I take it off the brewing stand, and prepare to give it to the rainbow-haired creature.

"Are you sure this will work..?" Pipsqueak asked me, it seemed like he was the only one able to hold a face without that many tears, but it was obvious he was holding the emotions inside of him.

"If it doesn't," I begin, "It's not like there will be a different outcome than what would have happened anyways..." I say, trying to get rid of my emotional feeling for the creature. She's probably already dead... I think to myself, trying to remove all my connections, all my feelings, all my... compassion...

I pick up the creature's head and place it in my lap, her body adjusting to it's new position. I feel the eyes of everyone on me as i pour the pinkish liquid down the creature's throat...

Nothing happens, the creature just remains laying there.

"I-It didn't work...!" Scootaloo cries out, the sobs returning to her from the moment she was silent.

"Calm down," Jones tells her, "Murk said it will take longer for her to recover from this..."

"How much longer?" Sweetie Belle asks for Scootaloo, who is burying her face once again in Jones' shoulder.

Jones doesn't reply, so I decide to step in, "It normally only takes a matter of minutes at most, but that's for minecraftians. I don't know about other creatures..."

I hear Scootaloo sob even louder. I also hear Pipsqueak begin to try to soothe her. I turn around and look at them, Scootaloo was now leaning on Pipsqueak rather than Jones.

None of us had a clock, but i guess it was about an hour later, when Applebloom asked, "How much longer do ya recon?"

Jones copies my idea of staying silent. Sweetie Belle and Pipsqueak are both trying to soothe Scootaloo. Applebloom stares at us, expecting an answer of 'Right now!' or 'Just a little longer!'. When she finds out she isn't receiving any of those answers, her hope seems to fade.

"Poor thing." A deeply pitched voice speaks from behind all of us. I move the creature's head off my lap and raise to the ground as i turn around. It was him again, the white eyes clearly giving it away.

Scootaloo looked up from Pipsqueak's shoulder, anger forming over her tear-filled eyes, "Did you do this to her...?" She asks the demon.

Herobrine nods his head, an evil grin overcoming his face. That will be your last smile... I think to myself before charging at him, pulling out his old bedrock sword as he pulls out a new one.

Our swords clash, his strength overpowering mine as I attempted to hold back his attack. A picture of the creature lays in my mind, producing anger and a feeling of vengeance, which both fuel my strength. I forced myself into him, his blade cutting into my shoulder while mine tore a hole in his chest. He staggered backward after shoving me away. I charged at him once more, but before i could attack he vanished.

"COWARD!" I shout, my anger and vengeance feeling vanishing from my body, while pain soars into it from my freshly cut shoulder. A large piece of it was actually missing, cut off from Herobrine's sword. I placed my other hand over the gushing wound before returning to the group. They were all speechless, except for Jones.

In a single word, my entire explanation is given to them. This is what i'm used to. The single word that makes them believe I know what I'm doing. The single word that puts their trust in me. "What...?"

Jones comes up to me, "You... You tore a hole in HEROBRINE." He states, shock blatantly pulsing from him, "And, the creature... she.. she started to wake up."

As soon as he said those last words, I understood. I was the one they would look up to. Scootaloo was no longer crying. Her and the other creatures came over to me, surrounding me. Scootaloo lept up into my arms, knocking me over as she wrapped her legs around me. Her forelegs, i should specify. I did what my instinct told me to. I hugged her back, enjoying the new feeling of compassion for these creatures, for this world, for life...

Maybe there actually is something worth living for... I think. Every minecraftian thought we lived life just to live it. Just to understand why things happen. But they are wrong. We live our lives, thinking of those we care about, while they live their lives waiting for that one day we'll finally understand what the ones we care about actually mean to us...

My thoughts were interrupted when Scootaloo finally decided to climb off of me. I then stood up, looking at the creature who was beginning to stir. I suddenly remembered something slightly important, "You guys never told me her name..." I began.

"Her name is Rainbow Dash," Scootaloo tells me, "She's the best flyer in all of Equestria!"

Great. Guess someone's going to beg me to try to fly. I think to myself, "Well, while she is still in her... unconscious state, let's bring her with us to this.. Zecora character's place."

Scootaloo nods in agreement while I pick up Rainbow Dash and begin to follow Applebloom deeper into the forest. "So you know where we are going this time?" I ask Applebloom. She nods hastily, slightly faster than she would have for me to tell she wasn't completely honest.

"We're walking threw the forest; to explore such a strange new land!" Jones started singing. It took me exactly half a second after that to yell at him to be quiet. Otherwise, that minor case of serious brain damage is going to catch up with me.

I'm not sure how much later it was, but we eventually did reach the 'hut'. Applebloom recognized it from the carvings in the tree, which she claimed were windows. Rainbow Dash was still asleep, my one arm was screaming in pain from holding her so long, and Jones had just finished humming one of his annoying tunes. My head had begun to spin by the time we were finally in the hut, letting Rainbow Dash down on the makeshift bed, that seemed to be made of a green forest moss, which matched perfectly with the brighter-brown walls and beige floors of the hut. The moss was also around the entire place, having a nice mix of brown and green in the house, making it seem very forest-like.

"Applebloom, you are late. I had begun to worry about your fate," a multicolored creature spoke in a deeper pitched voice than Applebloom's, but it wasn't too deep for my preferences. The rhyme flowed smoothly in my ear, soothing my sore head.

"There's no need for ya to worry, Zecora," Applebloom began, carefully taking off her leather side pouch full of Poison Joke flowers.

"What are these things you bring here? They give me a strange feeling of fear," Zecora replied to Applebloom's explanation.

"WE COME IN PEACE!" Jones yells at the creature. Yup, apparently yelling at things means your on their side. Brilliant.

As I began to chuckle, I overheard a sudden gasp as Rainbow Dash bolts into an upright position on the moss-made bed. Her expression was a mixture of fear, confusion, and a pinch of sadness. "Oh, hi," Jones says as soon as he notices Rainbow is awake, "So, how are you holding up?" I sighed as i knew what he was about to say. He says the same quote every single day. "Because I'm a POTATO!" He concludes, breaking off into laughter.

Rainbow Dash turns her head towards me, a confused look overtaking her beautiful eyes. I just shrug, "He does that all the time at home," I say, hoping Jones will overhear and register this complaint, "I normally just try to see how many slaps to the face he can survive when he gets on my nerves," I say with a chuckle. Jones instantly stops and looks directly at me.

I'm already laughing by the time Rainbow Dash's leg finds its way into Jones' face. In fact, it was more than that. I was all over the floor, taking over what used to be Jones' job of laughing all day. Finally, with the laughing out of me, I look up at Jones to see him crying with a big red sore spot in the middle of his face. Looking on the bright side, it's probably better that he got punched in the face rather than getting asthma. But, I ain't no doctor. Only then did i realize that all of the creatures were staring at Jones' new facial look. Rainbow Dash laughed a little, Pipsqueak chuckled softly, Sweetie Belle had a frown on her face, Scootaloo's smile was bigger than her eyes, Applebloom was laughing, and Zecora wasn't even looking at Jones, instead she was gathering what looked like a forest-kind of first-aid kit.

I raised my eyebrows, eyeing the moss-box suspiciously, "What's in there?" I ask, observing the strange weaving pattern, locking whatever is inside from the sharpness of any nosy person's eyes.

"Do not worry, mysterious thing. In here is an item for Dash's wing." Zecora spoke in a perfect rhyme. I then noticed that Dash's wing was indeed torn.

I thought about this for a split second, "Hold on," I say, looking at the blood slowly trickling out of Dash's wing, "that wasn't there when we found her..."