New World

'Okay, maybe I should have thought that through a bit more. Ow. Ow. Ow,' Steve thought, limping forward. When he had thrown the Ender Pearl, it landed further then he expected. And when it landed, so did he, breaking his legs and breaking most of his ribs. Even though he had used his health potion after the landing, it hadn't fully healed him. So now he had to travel with a broken leg, a few cracked ribs and a big headache.

'At least I got away. But I have to say, why was the security so low? Even my Snow Golems are better at protecting my house! Maybe there just havn't been any moments in which they were needed for quite a while? Well, it's not my problem.' He shrugged, another sharp pain shooting through his head. He continued walking towards the forest, which was still quite a few miles away.

'This could take a while.'

Meanwhile, in The Everfree Forest...

The Enderman was mad. "Hurg!" Furious. "Rarg!" He was hurt by those sheep-like creatures. And they made him flee to a forest. And there he was, grunting in pain and stumbling through that same forest. To make things even worse, he had teleported much further than he should have and was drained of most of his energy.

If he ever saw those two again, he would make them suffer for what they did. But why didn't he dodge the arrows? He didn't know. And right now, those arrows were painfully sticking out of his body, purple glowing blood seeping out of the wounds. He knew the blood would atract predators, but if he would go out the forest he would turn into a walking torch. It was either risk being attacked by monsters or surely burn to nothing.

He knew he had to stop those wounds from bleeding, or he'd die for sure. But how? The pain in his head started to get worse, but he slowly started to lose feeling in his chest.

He knew that couldn't be good. "Hhhh..." The more feeling he lost in his chest, the more flat and forced his breathing became. "Hhhh... Hhhh..." He started to increase his pace, hoping he could find something to help him, although he seriously doubted that he would find help. "Hhhh..." He kept going, despite the increasing numbness in his chest and the lightness in his head. "Hhhh... Hhhh..." He slowed down when he reached a clearing, not daring to go out in the light.

Sunlight was bad. "Hhhh..." Very bad. "Hhhh..." He hated sunlight. He hated it just as much as water. He started to get more lightheaded with the moment and he could barely breath anymore. The bleeding had stopped although the wounds hadn't healed. He really needed help. He noticed a small house not too far away, another one of those sheep things standing next to it.

This one looked a lot like those other two, but different. It was more slender than the others. It seemed to be tending to some creatures, talking to them. It seemed happy, until it saw him. It instantly froze, it's eyes filled with fear. He would have been happy that at least this one knew respect, but he couldn't see anymore. Or breathe. Or think properly. The last thing that went trough his mind was: 'Help.' And then he collapsed.

That thing. That tall monster. It looked straight at her, almost into her soul. She thought it was going attack her, when it suddenly collapsed. She wanted to run away. To scream for help. To cower in the corner of her house. But something was wrong.

'It's a trick! It'll kill you!' A voice screamed in the back of her mind. But something felt wrong. The way it had stood there and the look in it's eyes. It looked like it wanted... 'Help?'

"It's probably a trick... But what if it isn't? Don't be silly... But maybe it really needs help? Are you crazy? I should at least check... But it's dangerous! I know... But what if... No. It's probably in pain. It might need help." And so Fluttershy bravely, as brave as she could, walked towards the monster. The closer she got, the more she tensed up. Her instinct practicly screamed at her to run away, but her rational mind wasn't having any of that. If it really wanted to kill her, it could have reached her in no time with it's long legs.

'Almost there. Please don't kill me...' She was getting to it, when she noticed a purple glow coming from the creature. It was faint, like a candle that was about to go out. When she was less than a meter away from it, she could hear it breathe. It was flat and forced, like it was about to die, and when she got even closer, she saw that was exactly the case. An arrow was sticking out of it's upper body and one out of it's left eye.

"Oh, my." As soon as she saw how badly hurt this creature was, her mind started racing to come up with an idea to help it. It was three times as tall as she was, so she wasn't going to be able to move the creature on her own. Maybe the bear could help her?

Meanwhile, a mile or so away...

'Stupid wolves, plants, whatever those things were. Now my leg hurts even more!' He had reached the forest quicker then he first expected to. Granted, the free ride he stole helped a lot. The look on that blue sheep's face was priceless. 'She wore some kind of purple cape with stars on it, I think.'

But when he entered the forest, it only took twenty minutes for fate to mess with him. Three strange plant-like wolves attacked him. They weren't very strong, but his injuries had given him a slight disadvantage. One of them managed to bite his leg, but that was all. He had killed them easily, chopping of their heads and splitting them.

'Now to find a place to stay. I don't want to be left vulnerable to any monsters.' His stomach growled, reminding him of food. 'Oh yeah, food would be nice too. At least it isn't...' "Hah!" 'Not today! I jinxed myself before and I aint doing it again!' He waved his fist towards the sky like he was mocking the gods. And then he realized how stupid that must have looked.

*sigh* 'At least no one was watching.' He blinked a few times before realizing his mistake. 'Great job Steve, you probably just jinxed yourself.' And sure enough, the bushes left from him rustled and he spotted two blue-gray eyes. He sighed again andw motioned for whoever was in the bushes that he/she could come out. When she (he learned how to tell male from female by looking at the head of a sheep) came out, he didn't expect her to be white with black stripes.

'Or is it black with white? Eh, doesn't matter.' The look in her eyes told him that she was a lot more curious than scared.

'Whatever this creature may be, I think it might be friendly!' Zecora looked at the tall creature in front of her. It looked a lot like a hairless primate. Or a hairless Diamond Dog. It looked at her with bored, bur friendly curiosity in it's eyes. True, it was a strange combination, but this creature was also strange. Although it's far from the strangest creature to have ever lived in Equestria. She could think of numerous things, like Gargoyles, Hellhounds, Wraiths and Pumpkin Creepers.

"What are you, and where are you from? Or has the cat cought your tongue?" After she finished talking, she swore she saw something in the creature's eyes that said: "This is getting annoying." It sighed and turned away to continue it's walk, limping heavily and leaving drips of blood on the ground. She noticed the wound on it's leg. It looked pretty bad. The skin around it looked infected, and the wound was already swollen.

'No doubt that wound would take it's toll. This creature knows as much about wounds as a foal!' She cought up to the creature and grabbed it's shirt with her teeth, making the creature look at her with mild annoyance. She pointed at it's leg and shook her head. Apparently it got the message because it sighed and gestured her to go ahead. It also had this look in it's eyes that said: "If things get more crazy than this, I'll go crazy myself."

'How much more crazy can things get? Now I'm being ordered around by a striped sheep! Why am I even going along with this?' He shook his head and started following the sheep. She seemed harmless, and what other choice did he have? He had used his potion a while ago and if she could heal his wound, it would be worth taking the risk.

'Where exactly are we going? I lost my sense of direction a while back but she seems to know exactly where to go! Maybe she lives here?' Just when he finished that thought, a strange tree cought his eye. He couldn't say what was odd about it until the sheep opened a door in the tree.

'...Okay. Not the strangest thing I've ever seen.' He followed the sheep inside and nearly bumped his head because of the low ceiling. A few walls were almost covered with shelves with ingredients and potions he had never heard of or seen. He limped over to one of the walls and started checking the shelves for anything familiar.

'Is that? Yes it is! Spider eyes! Slimeballs! Even Nether Warts! And tons of mushrooms! Now if I had a brewing stand I could do something useful with these things!' He giddily scanned all the pots for anything else he would recognize but to no avail.

'Does this creature know alchemy? He does seem to recognize an ingredient or three. But first his leg should be attended to. And I think I know exactly what to do.' She walked over to the creature and forced it to sit down. It halfheartly complied and winced as it had to put his weight on it's bad leg. When it was finally seated on the ground she ripped the cloth of the wound and started to examine it.

'This creature is almost completely bald! Well, except for it's scalp.' She noticed the wound was originally a broken leg. Both halves of the bone were sticking out of the leg and a few Timberwolf teeth were also sticking out of the wound.

'This is not going to be nice. Bringing it to sleep first is probably wise.' She walked over to her kettle and poured some of the warm water into a cup. Then she added some herbs to it, including Nightshade, which would surely knock the creature out.

'Does she want me to drink that? It could be very poisonous!' He pushed the cup away and shook his head. He didn't trust her enough to drink one of her brewings. She narrowed her eyes and grabbed the cup with her teeth and brought it closer to him.

'No can do. I'm not gonna drink thaAAAA!' She had stomped on his bad leg causing him to yell in pain. And then she threw the drink down his throat.He choked, involuntarily swallowing the liquid. He cursed mentally and prepared himself for the pain that was surely to come. But instead of feeling intense pain, he fell asleep.

"Maybe I used a bit too much Nightshade. I really hope this won't cause him trouble that is to great."