That was all the poor young man heard from behind him. Hsss...KABOOM! His friend, a bit farther down the mine shaft heard the explosion, only to turn around in horror as the ruined walls were coated with blood and pieces of organs. Utterly petrified, the man stood, staring at the splattered crimson all over the broken debris. In the middle, was a young girl, her green and black coat covered with red, with an evilly insane smile on her face, TNT in her hands.

    "Wh... What the Hell!?" the man yelled at the girl, before succumbing to the shock and vomiting, "what's your deal?!" The girl said nothing, her face not changing. Instead, she began to take a step toward the man. "Stay the Hell away from me!" he yelled, drawing his iron sword. The girl continued to move toward the man as he backed away from her, until he felt the dead end wall. "Shit," he muttered fearfully. The girl stopped walking and she slowly raised her arm. She pointed to the ground right in front of the man and an exploding Creeper was spawned in where she pointed. The Creeper immediately self-destructed in a successful attempt to kill the man, sending bits of him all over the dead end wall. The girl began to laugh maniacally.

    "Go kaboom!" she laughed insanely. She then walked away, still laughing. By the time she eventually found her way back to the surface, she had calmed down and stopped laughing. She looked around and found not a soul in sight. She then looked at her jacket. "Damn it, this was my favourite jacket," she muttered, She slid it off and soaked in a nearby river, washing it of the blood. After her jacket was clean, she put it back on and she briskly ran down the path silently. She came across a village a couple kilometers later, the villagers going about their business trading items amongst one another, and raising their crops, fixing their houses, and whatever else needed done.

    "Good day, isn't it?" A villager asked her as he walked by her. She gave a meek nod in spite of herself, as she continued on looking around.

    "This village looks really good," she said silently to herself. "Good to blow up." Her demonic smile slowly crept back onto her face as she pulled her explosives out of her pockets. Igniting the fuses, she threw her first stick of dynamite through a window. The house then exploded, as she began to move through the village, throwing more and more dynamite. The villagers running away, screaming. The unlucky ones, those who were still in their houses when the TNT exploded, pieces of their disintegrated corpses flying all over the ruins and foundations. House after house, the girl threw TNT and dynamite everywhere. She then set her eyes toward the church. She stood in front of the church, eyeing the edifice from the ground up. Then, a wounded man stood in front of her.

    "I cannot let you destroy this sacred church," the man said, clutching at his bleeding elbow. His bad arm was holding a sword.

    "Why not?" she asked innocently, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

    "Don't you see what you're doing? It's evil."

    "So?" she snorted.

    "So I cannot let you continue with your rampage. I'm going to stop you. For good." The girl stared at him with boredom. Then she spawned another exploding Creeper which instantly killed the man, painting the front wall of the church red with his blood.

    "Sorry," the girl said to the spot where the man had stood, "but you were in my way. I commend you for your courage... though it was getting quite boring." She threw nearly all of her TNT into the church before she lit a stick of dynamite and she threw it into the large pile. She then turned and ran. The building erupted with such force it shook the trees of the nearby forest, sending many wild birds and animals running for their very lives.

2: Interrogation

    Far, far away, a lone man stood atop a hill. In the far distance, he say a large, black cloud erupt from the lush green land. He knew what that sign meant.

    "Griefers," he muttered to himself. He began to walk toward the far-off village, diamond sword at his side. He gave a sharp whistle and his horse, who was enjoying a nice break at the stream, came trotting over to him. The man smiled and pet the horse's muzzle. "Come on girl," he said climbing into his saddle, "let's go stop these griefers." With a crack to the reins, the horse whinnied and ran toward the smoke. This unknown man would arrive too late however, as the girl would be long gone by the time he arrived at what remained of the village. No survivors.

    Meanwhile, deep into the night, the girl had gotten away from the village and to her secret hideout. She threw herself onto her bed and she fell asleep, the same wicked smile on her face. Later that night, her door was forced open, awaking her with a start. Before she could grab her sword, a bag was placed over her head and she was bound.

    "Stop it!" she yelled, "let go of me!" Her screaming earned her a knock-out kick to the ribs, rendering her unconscious.

    A while later, the girl was slapped awake. She was restrained to a chair in chains at the ankles, her wrists chained to the table. A man standing in front of her. He had brown hair and brown eyes, and looked very average. He had a suit of diamond armor on and a diamond sword at his side. The girl was scared witless.

    "Wh-what's going on?" she asked the man fearfully.

    "Just calm down," the man said, "Let me explain why you're here." He took a drink from his cup of water and leaned back in his chair. "There was an entire village destroyed earlier today." The girl gasped in horror, her eyes wide. Had he known that she was the one who had done it? "There were no survivors."

    "But... what does this have to do with me?" she asked.

    "You are one of the suspects."

    "But I didn't do it!" she lied. "I... I would never do such a thing!"

    "Slow down, slow down. We need to do this in an orderly fashion." He reached over for a stack of papers and a pen. "First, tell me your name."

    "Kaja," she said. "Kaja Ottosson."

    "Swedish?" the man asked, with a mild tone of surprise.

    "Yes... sir."

    "So Kaja, how old are you?" Kaja blushed slightly at the nonchalant tone the man asked her in.

    "17," she muttered.

    "And why were you wearing this Creeper jacket?"

    "What?" she asked in shock, at the thought this man undressed her. In an answer to her question, the man held up her jacket.

    "This is the style of clothing that griefers normally wear."

    "But I'm not a griefer!"

    "Then why do you have it?"

    "Because..." she stopped, knowing she had to think about her answer, "because I... got it from a griefer."

    "How long have you had this jacket?"

    "It was... a few years ago."

    "What was?"

    "A griefer blew up my house... and... and I... killed him. I killed him... and took his jacket."

    "Now why would you do such a thing?"

    "Well... he blew up all of my clothes. And it was during the winter, so I was cold."

    "Oh. I understand. That must explain this cut here then," he said holing his hand through a cut in the side of the jacket. Kaja nodded. "Tell me, do you have any family?"

    "No. That griefer killed my parents."

    "So that's why you killed him."

    "Yes."

    "Well, that's understandable. We checked your item chests, and you did have some TNT and dynamite." She gasped again and looked up at him, afraid he would say that he knows it's her. "But it was in such small amounts, we assume you use it for mining?"

    "Oh. Yes. Yes sir. Just, not as often." She also remembered that she didn't have any pickaxes. "I have been meaning to craft a pickaxe."

    "Yeah, you didn't even have one anywhere."

    "My last one broke yesterday, so I was going to make another." She gave the man the most innocent face she could give.

    "Well, I can understand. I was the same way at your age. Seeing as how you check out, I'll be letting you go. But be careful, this griefer is dangerous. He or she definitely know what they are doing." With his final warning, the man undid Kaja's chains and he let her go.

    "Um, c-can I have my jacket back?" she asked.

    "Why would you want a griefers jacket?"

    "Well, it's all I really have." She gave him a sad face.

    "Hm. I guess you could keep it, if it means that much to you," he said, handing her jacket back, "but to avoid any further suspicion, I suggest you get a new jacket."

    "Don't worry... I will," she said as she put it on. He led her out of the room and outside.

    "Take care kid," he said, "oh, and here's your stuff back," he left her things on the ground and he closed the door behind him. Kaja picked up her inventory. Her two blocks of TNT. She thought about using it to blow up the man's house, but she decided against it. Instead, she just ran down the road, toward where she thought her house was.

    "I'm going to kill you," she promised herself.

3: Mining, Crafting and Killing

    Much later, Kaja arrived at her house, just as it got dark and the hostile nightly monsters began to walk about the lands. She checked through her chests and was infuriated to find out that all of her TNT and dynamite had been taken. "Damn it!" she swore. She then looked around for any sand she had. Sand and gun powder. She had no gunpowder, and two blocks of sand. "Shit," she hissed. She would have to go out and find more. Getting gun powder meant killing Creepers without them exploding, or killing a Ghast in the Nether, but she never liked it there. That, and she could never get there, as she could never mine any obsidian to make a portal. She decided to get some sleep, and to start tomorrow.

    â€‹The next morning, she woke up with a yawn. The sun was shining, and she was ready to make some more TNT. "Right," she said to herself, "sand and gun powder. How in the Hell am I going to get gun powder?" She was able to craft an iron spade to collect the sand. But gun powder? How would she get that? She didn't have any materials to craft a weapon of any kind, but she did have a bow. She only had a few arrows, and her bow was on the verge of breaking. "I'll just have to take what I've got." She left her house and she headed over the hill. Beyond the nearby hill was a seemingly endless desert. She dug away at a small dune, for quite a while and it was then after noon, and the dunes had given her an exceptional amount of sand. She wiped the sweat from her forehead. "Phew. That's enough sand, but now I need some gun powder." She walked along the desert until she arrived at a village. On the verge of dying due to dehydration, she took an empty bottle and she ran straight for the village's well. She drank her energy back after many bottles full of water. "That's much better," she breathed.

    "Out in the desert too much?" a boy's voice asked, startling her. She jumped up and turned around to face a young boy with light brown hair and dark brown eyes. His features mirrored hers, only his skin was more finely tanned by the constant sun.

    "Y-yeah," Kaja said shyly. She wondered who this boy was, and why he was so interested in her.

    "You're not a griefer are you?" he asked her, his voice filled with sudden suspicion.

    "What? N-no, no. This jacket is just... all I have."

    "Well, can't account for fashion design," he said, the suspicion gone from his voice. "So, anyway, you want to trade?"

    "Trade?"

    "Yeah. I have some bread, some wheat, some gun powder, and some-"

    "Wait, did you say gun powder?"

    "Yeah," he said, holding out some black powder in his hand. "Did you need some?"

    "Yes!" she said, grabbing for it.

    "Hey!" the boy said, pulling his hand away from her. "If you want this, you have to have... 2 emeralds."

    "What?!" Kaja complained. "I don't have any emeralds! Or a pick even!"

    "You've never gone mining?"

    "No." She thought about simply killing the boy, but how would she do it? She could suffocate him with all the sand she has. She could drown him in the well.

    "Well, then good day to you. Weird girl." He began to walk away.

    "Wait!" she ran up to him.

    "What?"

    "How about you show me how you get your gun powder?" The boy thought for a moment, before smiling and nodding.

    "Alright." He shook her hand. "My name is Ahmar."

    "Kaja," she said shyly, returning the gesture.

    "You have a bow, Kaja?" Ahmar asked.

    "Yeah," she said, holding out her nearly broken bow.

    "You could use a replacement," he said, pulling a dry shot, breaking the bow. Kaja looked at him with a twinge of anger, but her dismissed her by giving her one of his bows, brand new. "Use this one. You have any arrows?" She nodded. "Good, because when the sun sets, you're going to need some." What could he mean by that?

    "Wait... are we... going to be hunting Creepers?" she asked.

    "Yep. They're the easiest source of gun powder." He looked out west. "Come, the sun is setting. The Creepers will be coming any moment now." Kaja noticed the other villagers heading inside, locking their doors. Kaja and Ahmar climbed to the top of his house as the sky lost all its warm colours and the moon arose from the other horizon. They noticed that the creatures of the dark began to appear and move about. Some zombies coming toward the village. Kaja then drew her bow, but Ahmar stopped her. "Remember, we're only looking for Creepers." Kaja nodded and she looked another direction, where a few Creepers stood, staring off into the empty desert.

    "There's a few," she said, drawing her bow string back once more. She took aim, and fired. The arrow shot through the bleak darkness and Ahmar saw the Creeper fall back and die.

    "You got it," he said as she drew back and fired, killing the second one. She then had an idea. She drew her third arrow back as Ahmar prepped himself. "Kill the third and I'll run out there and get the gun powder."

    "Alright," Kaja said, as he jumped down from the roof and toward the dead Creepers. Kaja then put some slack in the bowstring, but left enough to hit the Creeper. It took the arrow and fell back behind the dune it was standing on. Kaja watched as Ahmar collected the gun powder from the first two Creepers and he went to the dune where the third was. He looked down, over the edge and Kaja's face changed to her trademarked insane grin as the third Creeper exploded, sending Ahmar flying back. Kaja put her bow away and after jumping down and landing gracefully in the desert sand, she walked over to where Ahmar lay, groaning in dying pain, disemboweled from the explosion.

    "It... it was still alive," he coughed. Kaja looked down at him, expressionless.

    "Of course," she said, her insane grin slowly coming onto her face. Ahmar gasped as he came to the realization. She meant not to kill it, he could see it in her eyes.

    "Kaja... you..." he coughed. She pulled her bow up and drew the bow string, aiming the arrow. Letting the string go, she watched as the arrow buried itself in Ahmar's face, cutting off his crying. Kaja took all of the gun powder he collected, as well as all of his other items from his inventory.

    "Ta-ta, Ahmar," she said, with her evil smile painting itself onto her face, as she walked away.

4: The Second KABOOM

    Kaja took her latest haul to her hideout and she shut the door behind her. She then began to craft herself some fresh TNT and dynamite. After she was finally done, after an hour or so of crafting, she decided to hide her things under her bed and get some sleep. "Tomorrow, I will make the next kaboom," she said to herself, laughing as she fell asleep. Her sleep this night was rather restless, however.

    Kaja was running. Running down the path, away from the explosions. Her TNT had gotten out of hand and now exploding TNT was all over the place. Normally, she wouldn't be affected, but since she was sent flying with a stick of dynamite, she new that something was wrong. She then knew that something was definitely wrong when a tidal wave of explosions at tsunami proportions was cascading its way toward her. "What the Hell is going on?!" she cried as she ran. "What the Hell?!" She then tripped, and the explosions seemed to take the form of a massive monster. Kaja was scared pale as this monster let out a gut wrenching roar. The world crumbled away around her, leaving just the few blocks she was standing on. "Shit! What the Hell is going on?! What the Hell are you?! What the Hell do you want?!" she yelled at the being made of explosions. She was held down by some invisible force and the monster dropped toward her, its gaping mouth ready to swallow her whole. She screamed as the monster ate the bits of land she was lying on. Then it all went white with the sound of searing explosions everywhere.

    Kaja threw herself off of her bed with an anguished scream. She breathed heavily as she was trying to catch her breath and she realized she just had a horrible nightmare. It seemed as if the souls of all those she griefed had come back to haunt her. She cried out, shaking her head. "Stop it! Stop it! Fucking stop it!" she yelled at the figments of her imagination. "Leave me alone! Goddamn it, leave me alone!" Her door suddenly burst open. She looked up with wide eyes, seeing a young man, his sword drawn. His dirty-blonde hair, framing his black glasses, that had a pair of emerald green eyes shining from behind the lenses.

    "What's going on?!" his heavily British accented voice demanded.

    "Who... who are you?" Kaja's broken voice barely managed a hoarse whisper. The man lowered his diamond blade, seeing as how he and her were the only ones in the house.

    "Calm down," he said, "just calm down." Kaja's hectic breathing slowed to a more manageable rate. "I heard you yelling and I thought someone was attacking you. Are you alright?" She looked at him with paranoid eyes.

    "Please," she begged, "they won't leave me alone."

    "Who? Who won't leave you alone?"

    "Can you not see them?" she asked him, the fear rising in her voice. All she was seeing was the victims of her griefing. The villagers, the two men from the mine, Ahmar, and many other felled innocent souls. "They're everywhere! They won't leave me alone!"

    "Would you stop it? You're hallucinating! You need to calm down!"

    "Leave me alone damn it!"

    "Stop it!"

    "Fu-" Kaja was cut off as the man hit her in the back of the head, knocking her out. The man gasped as she fell to the floor.

    "Bullocks," he muttered. "I hit her too hard. I'll have to take her to Steve." The man took Kaja's unconscious body and he brought her with him to Steve, the overseer of the world. As it turned out, Steve was the man who had suspected Kaja of being a griefer, only she had gotten away with her lie. Now she was being taken back to him. Kaja then awoke to the blonde man.

    "What the-" she wrenched herself off of him. "What are you doing?"

    "I'm taking you to Steve," the British man said, "you have a problem that I think he can help you with."

    "No! I won't. I can't!"

    "Why can't you?" Kaja growled and she ignited dynamite and she threw it at the man. He gasped and kicked it behind her, where it exploded, knocking her off of her feet. "Did you just try to grief me?"

    "Of course you dumbass!" she cried. "Are you too bloody retarded to see that I'm a griefer?" She drew her bow back, arrow loaded. The man quickly had his blade to her neck. Her mind then felt as if TNT had exploded from within her, as she realized what she had just done. She had admitted to being a griefer.

    "I wouldn't," he threatened. "Drop it." Kaja reluctantly dropped her bow, glaring at him with endless rage. She had admitted herself being a griefer in front of this man who she thought worked for Steve. "You're coming with me," he said tying her up. She fought against him, although it did little as he hit her to the ground. She cried out, and winced as the man tightened the ropes around her. "Steve will decide your punishment." The man dragged a crying Kaja to Steve's palace. Steve opened the door as the man dragged Kaja inside.

    "You?" Steve asked Kaja with surprise.

    "Shut the Hell up!" she yelled at him. "I hate you!"

    "Leaf, care to explain?" Steve asked the man.

    "Your name is Leaf?" Kaja asked the blonde man, "That's so stupid!" Leaf just kicked her in the chest.

    "Shut it," he said. "She admitted to griefing."

    "Did she now?" Steve asked.

    "Yes sir," Leaf said with a nod. "She even tried blowing me up."

    "Hm."

    "I found her going crazy inside her house." He then whispered a few things to Steve.

    "Oh, then if that's the problem, then I think you should go with your idea of punishment. That should straighten Kaja out."

5: Punishments

    Kaja looked at Leaf in fear. What did this man have in mind for her? Would he do anything unspeakably evil or immoral to her? Was he even like that? Or would he simply kill her? Kaja could only guess as Leaf dragged her off. Kaja's mind was racing so quickly, her body couldn't keep up and she passed out due to fear. She later awoke in the middle of what appeared to be a small plain in the middle of a forest. She was no longer tied up, however, all of her things had gone and her inventory was completely empty. She brought herself up to her feet and she saw Leaf standing there.

    "Now that you're awake, we can get started," he said, his accented voice plucking a nerve.

    "What are you going to do with me?" Kaja asked, a twinge of fear in her voice.

    "Nothing. I just want you to do something for me."

    "What?"

    "Look around. Do you know where we are?"

    "Uh, a forest?"

    "WRONG!" he yelled, scaring her so much, she fell back. "We are in the wilderness. Now, what's the first thing one does when they wake up in the wilderness?!"

    "B-build a sh-shelter!" Kaja cried, her voice quivering.

    "Yes," Leaf said calmly, "now build me a shelter." Kaja nodded and she ran over to a tree. Before she began to mine it, she hesitated.

    "You haven't given me any tools."

    "You don't start out with any Goddamned tools! Now build me a bloody shelter!"

    "God damn it!" Kaja yelled as she began to punch the tree. She continued to punch it until the tree yielded it's wooden resources. As the leaves began to fall to the ground producing an apple and some saplings, Kaja looked at her dirty hands. Her pristine fingernails had broken and her knuckles were bloodied. "Ow," she cried, drawing breath between her teeth with a hiss. Leaf looked down at her. She gave him a meek expression. He suddenly brought his hand back and slapped her, sending her to the ground.

    "Shit!" she yelled. "What the Hell was that for?!"

    "You need to toughen up. There's no time for that out here. I think you know well enough, that's not enough wood for even the most basic of shelters!"

    "But my hands-"

    "Screw your pain! If you want to survive you must forget pain!"

    "Damn it!" she screamed. She jumped up and began punching another tree.

    "Make sure you collect absolutely everything! Saplings are your friend when you run out of trees!" Kaja scooped up the saplings and the apples as she moved to another tree. After finally collecting all of the wood from this last tree, she fell to her knees, utterly exhausted. "How much wood planks do you have?"

    "32," she breathed, her breathing coming in harsh hisses.

    "What?!"

    "32!" she cried, tears falling from her eyes.

    "You better hurry. It's getting dark." Kaja gasped and looked up. The sky was now a late evening blue and orange. She then began to slowly place her wood plank blocks. "Your shelter has to be sturdy enough to hold against everything that will come after you." She placed another layer of blocks and she built a flat roof.

    â€‹"There," she breathed, tears falling from her eyes from utter defeat, "one... shelter."

    "Where's the door? You need a bloody door!" Kaja ran over to another tree and after punching it to bits, she took the wood and made a crafting table. "Hold on a bloody minute. You're just now making a crafting table?!"

    "Y-yes," she replied meekly.

    "You dumb bitch. A crafting table should be the first bloody thing you make! You could have made wooden tools! You could have made it much, much easier for yourself!"

    "I'm sorry, damn it!" Leaf slapped her again, knocking her to the dirt.

    "Pull yourself together." Kaja nodded and she crafted her door. She then placed it in the gap she left in the wall. She then looked at her leftover wood. Unsurely, she crafted some sticks and she laid out her materials to craft herself a wooden sword. "No weapons! You need to make yourself a tool to help you collect more wood!" Kaja growled loudly and she threw a wooden axe together.

    "There. One axe and one shelter!" Leaf shoved her aside and he walked inside her wooden box.

    "It could use some work still. But theres just one thing that needs to be done," he said from inside. Unbeknownst to Kaja, he placed a block of TNT and he ignited it. He then walked out of the shelter and grabbed Kaja and he dragged her away from the house.

    "Hey!" she yelled, "what are you-" she was cut off at the sound of her house exploding, sending wood shrapnel everywhere, leaving noting but a shallow hole in the ground. Kaja looked at where her hard work once stood in dismay. "You... BASTARD!" she yelled at Leaf. "I'm gonna kill you!" She began to uselessly punch Leaf in the chest, crying her eyes out. "Bastard!" she cried. He grabbed her hands and slapped her again.

    "Now do you understand?" Leaf asked. Kaja gasped softly as she did understand. "It doesn't feel good, does it? Completely destroying someone's hard work. They put so much effort into making their shelter, or their creation, that they feel proud of, and you come along and bloody blow it up! It doesn't feel good, now does it?!"

    "No," Kaja cried softly.

    "What?!"

    "NO!" she cried at the top of her lungs. She then broke down crying. "No, God damn it, no."

6: Tedious Work

    Leaf sat down on a block of wood and he looked down upon the crying Kaja. "Pull yourself up," he said. Kaja looked up at him. "You still have more work to do." Leaf quickly refilled the hole in the ground with dirt and he placed a wood floor. "Now, rebuild the shelter." Kaja growled at him.

    "What, so you can blow the bloody thing up?!" she yelled.

    "No. Because the hostile mobs are about."

    "Shit." Kaja took her axe and she cut down some more trees, collecting more wood and saplings. As she was crafting wood planks, she ate one of the apples to keep herself from getting hungry and soon she had a freshly rebuilt house, looking much better than the first one. Leaf handed her some glass window panes. She gave him a small yet quick smile and a brief nod in thanks. Leaf had placed plenty of torches around to keep the monsters away and by now Kaja had finished her house. "There," she said in satisfaction.

    "Not bad," Leaf said. He walked inside and placed a bed down. "You need to rest. I've worked you all day." Kaja dropped to her knees with a sigh of relief. As she was down, Leaf then began to tie her up.

    "Hey, what the Hell are you doing?!" Kaja demanded.

    "You're done for today, but I still don't trust you." He tightened the ropes and she winced. "If you can earn my trust then you won't have to sleep with rope around your arse." Kaja blushed slightly and glared at him through watery eyes. He layed down on the bed and fell asleep. Kaja scooted herself into the opposite corner sniffling quietly.

    The next morning, Leaf was up early. Kaja was fast asleep in the corner, still bound. "Wake up!" Leaf said, poking her with the hilt of his sword. Kaja opened her eyes and she yawned.

    "What time is it?" she asked sleepily.

    "It's time for you to continue with your punishment."

    "Oh," she yawned glumly.

    "You're drooling, by the way."

    "What?!" Kaja asked in surprise, wiping her mouth with her shoulder. Leaf grabbed her and dragged her outside and untied her.

    "Don't try to run. I built a wall surrounding the area." Kaja looked around and saw a tall stone wall about an 1/4 kilometer away. She noticed it completely enclosed the area. "There is enough light to ensure that no monsters will spawn in here."

    "Oh. Well, that's nice... I guess," Kaja muttered in spite of herself.

    "Anyway," he said as Kaja stood up. "Your work for today..."

    "What about it?" Kaja asked, afraid of his answer.

    "Do you think that you have learned how it feels? To have someone blow up something you've taken so much time to work on?"

    "Y-yeah. I-I guess."

    "That's not good enough!"

    "I-I'm sorry!" she cried, bracing herself for a physical attack she was sure to come, but never came. She opened one eye and looked at him.

    "This time, I want you to build a shelter out of stone."

    "But... but how?" she asked unsurely. She wouldn't have to go into another mine, would she? He glared at her.

    "There's a hill over in that direction which should supply you with plenty of cobblestone."

    "Y-yes s-sir," Kaja said. She ran to the crafting table and she built a wooden pick axe. She then followed Leaf to the hill. She clawed away the dirt, ignoring the pain building up in her hands, and after all the dirt was removed, it left her with a massive rock, relatively the size of a decent shelter. Her stomach growled and she checked her inventory, to her dismay, she had no food. "Shit," she muttered. She hurried over to a nearby tree and she swung her axe, mining away the wood. Some saplings fell to the ground, but the tree yielded no apples. "Damn it," she cried, clutching at her empty stomach, "I'm so... so hungry." Leaf leaned over her.

    "Always make sure you have spare food to take with you, else you die of starvation." He held out a piece of cooked meat. Kaja swiped it from his hand and gobbled it greedily, nearly filling her stomach up. "Feel better?"

    "Do you have any bread?" she asked meekly. He handed her a piece of bread. "Th-thank you... sir." She stood back up and taking her pickaxe, she began to mine away at the rock. Then she had an idea. She carved out the shape of a basic shelter and then she carved out the interior space. She made some holes for windows and the door. Using the cobble stone she had gotten, she crafted some stone roof pieces and she built a sloping roof for the stone house. She then stepped back and admired her work. She looked at Leaf for his thoughts.

    "Well," he said, walking around it thoughtfully, "That was clever, carving it out like that. That's very resourceful. You crafted a roof to give some architectural detail." Kaja rolled her eyes at the boring bits. "Well done."

    "Really?"

    "Yes. You have shown improvement." He looked up at the darkening sky. "You should rest. You've done a lot today." Kaja got that fearful look in her eye. "Don't worry. I won't tie you up." He then placed a bed in the stone house. "You'll sleep here tonight." Kaja nodded and she walked inside the house, closing the door behind her.

    "Goodnight... Leaf," she said, surprising Leaf, and herself.

    "I'll be by early in the morning," he said walking away. Kaja fell asleep, with happy tears falling from her closed eyes.

7: The Third KABOOM

    Kaja was awoken by the sound of an explosion. She ran outside and found the shelter that Leaf was sleeping in mostly destroyed. Leaf himself was lying nearby, gravely injured.

    "Leaf!" she yelled, running to him. She rolled him over, seeing heavy amounts of blood gushing from a missing part of his torso.

    "Kaja," Leaf said hoarsely, "your final test..." Kaja heard the sound of griefers laughing nearby, "kill the griefers."

    "But... but-"

    "Please. For me... and my wife."

    "What?" Kaja asked, mortified. There were more explosions and Kaja looked around. The walls that Leaf had built were tumbling down and bits of stone flew everywhere, turning the forest air into a dust storm. Then, she saw a shadow of a person appear in the dust. She grabbed Leaf's diamond sword, and she pointed it at the griefer.

    "Damn bitch, you look fine," the boy said rudely, staring at her breasts. "What, you gonna kill me fer killin' your friend?"

    "Shut the Hell up!" she yelled, flying forward, running the kid through. She swung the sword, sending his body sliding off the blade and into a tree.

    "What the... what the Hell are you?" the boy asked, with his final breaths. Kaja moved on to a couple of other boys. One who had gotten a lucky hit on her, cutting a gash in her leg with his gold sword. Kaja ignored the pain and moved toward him with incredible speed, before swinging and cutting off his head.

    "Devon!" a girl screamed. Kaja looked at the girl. The girl looked back at Kaja, an enraged look on her face. "You bitch! You killed my boyfriend!"

    "So what do I care?" Kaja asked.

    "Die!" The girl ran forward, Kaja fought her off, blocking the swings from her iron sword, until eventually, the girl's iron sword broke. She gasped in disbelief.

    "You can't break a diamond blade with iron," Kaja said in a scolding manner.

    "You... you bitch!" The girl tried striking Kaja, but Kaja dodged and stabbed the girl in the stomach, but not too lethally. The girl screamed in pain, crying on the ground as it turned red around her. She looked up the diamond blade, tears blurring her vision, as Kaja had the tip right to her face.

    "Sora!" the last boy yelled. Kaja looked over, to see a boy younger than the dying girl. He was holding his bleeding shoulder, tears in his eyes, a scared expression on his face.

    "Don't come any closer!" Kaja commanded. The boy cringed. "How are you hurt? I didn't know you were here."

    "Th-the TNT went off before I could g-get away," the boy explained. Kaja then thought for a few moments.

    "I can help the both of you," she said, "but you have to do as I say." The boy nodded several times.

    "Anything!" Sora screamed. "I'm dying, God damn it!" Kaja sheathed the diamond blade, and she set to work, doing her best to heal Sora.

    "The only reason I'm letting you live, is because he did the same to me," Kaja told them, pointing to Leaf's body. The boy interrupted her.

    "Sora... I don't wanna grief ever again!" he cried. "I hate TNT!" Kaja wrapped some bandages around his shoulder.

    "I was once a griefer like you. Leaf taught me that there's more to life than that."

    "I didn't kill him. It was my boyfriend," Sora said crying.

    "A friend for a friend. A life for a life. Get the Hell over it!" When their strength later returned, Kaja rebuilt the wall and she gave Sora and the boy the same lessons Leaf gave her. It took a bit longer for Kaja to get to them, because Sora still felt hatred toward her for killing her boyfriend. Kaja was able to get that attitude out of Sora in a week. After their training was done, she urged them to teach other griefers the same thing, to continue Leaf's legacy, but she had her doubts. She reported Leaf's death to Steve a day later.

    "So he died?" Steve asked Kaja. She nodded. "I'm sorry. You also had to do what he did to you to some other griefers?"

    "Yes."

    "That's very, very noble of you Kaja. Leaf was my best friend. Now he's dead." Steve sighed. "At least he can be with his wife now."

    "I swear that I will continue his legacy. Ridding the world of griefers." Steve gave her a smile and nodded. Kaja returned the gesture briefly and she left, Leaf's diamond sword at her side.