Wont someone come to Nera’s aid?
It had been a long walk. She had lost her house to a creeper explosion, all of her items gone in the blast. Everything but the satchel she had been carrying and the two health potions she had left from the last batch.
It hadn’t been fun. She couldn’t cross rivers and with hunger striking her stomach more severely for each hour that passed, she couldn’t even teleport anymore. She was on foot.
She had spotted a dark oak forest in the distance, a place of great danger, but she couldn’t see the end of it to either side. So it meant crossing it.
Two days had passed, she had been able to see the sun and moon kiss the sky through the thick leaves. But now, on the third night, she was finally seeing the end of the horrible forest. So many noises had kept her awake, rustling of leaves, scraping on the ground. She had just barely managed to escape from another creeper. But now her nightmare could end. She could see sugarcane on the opposite bank of the river, the river that lead her straight to the extreme hills. Never had she been this far from her house before, or rather, her old house. Maybe here she could build a new house, something safe from creepers and curious souls.
But caught up in thoughts of this new dream home, she didn’t notice the hissing and clacking of pincers, before it was too late.
The spider had jumped her, knocked her onto her back and succesfully torn her satchel from her side. “NO!” She cried out as she heard the smashing of her last two bottles. Without those potions, she would be in a lot of trouble. She tried to crawl away, but the equally hungry spider merely pulled her back as if it was a cat playing with it’s meal. All she could do, while trying to kick the mob off of her, was cry out and beg that someone might be close enough to help her.
My enderwoman Nera n-n I’m kinda proud of this comic, though I do feel it’s a bit sloppy » I’m definitely not happy about drawing blockheads, but I guess, like with everything else, it takes practice.