"Hey! What are you doing there!" A man's voice yelled. I took that as my cue to run.

"Come back here!" The man screamed as I jumped ang hanged on to the stable's roof.

"Too bad!" I yelled back after him.

A few minutes later, I was out of the town's outskirts. Outside it, snow capped the grass and leaves held by spruce logs. Cold Taiga...

I didn't even bother to create a house as I positioned myself like an Arctic fox.

Memories of childhood zapped me like lightning, where people once knew me as that one naughty and carefree child.

I still remember that one last feast we had with my family. That pleasant conversation my family used to had. Whether it would be about food, progress, world news, or just life in general.

Then, with a flash of light, a man with a light blue shirt and dark blue pants took me away. Took me away, with little knowledge of that man's evil intentions.

Then, I was brought into a secluded area, where they could inject tons of chemicals, exposed me to the harshest enviroment they could find, and left me.

I barely managed to escape with my dear life...

But what about my family? Where are they now? I don't know where they are, whether if they are still alive, but I don't know a single hint of their whereabouts.

And I have been searching North Minecraftia for five years now. But still no remains of their whereabouts.

Sometimes, I wish I could just cry my emotions out...

But no...

I need to stay strong... I need to stay strong...

Then an arrow landed near me. I turned to see what shot it. A Skeleton stood in its place. Bummer...

I gave the Skeleton a glare and threw a throwing dagger made of sharp ice into the Skeleton.

The boney creature got knocked a few blocks away as I watched the dagger land on it. I unsheathed my ice katana and approached it. The Skeleton stood up, but one slash from my sword is all that took for it to be decapitated. I placed my katana back to its sheath. Staring at the pile of bones, the remnants of the Skeleton, it reminded me of something...

Maybe I do need a house for protection.

I sighed. I'm just gonna build a temporary house. I really didn't plan on staying here anyway.

I looked around for blocks to use. Snow stretched everywhere, carpeting the ground. Spruce trees dotted the biome, with various sizes. Spruce trees!

I let my knuckles land on the trunk of the spruce tree. Seeing it crumble bit by bit, I ignored the searing pain that protested in my knuckles.

When it popped out, I made a grin. I examined the spruce log in my hands. A couple more of these will do.

After punching the trees, I got around 55 spruce logs. I crafted it using my bare hands, and gave me 220 spruce planks or around three stacks. I felt ecstatic, and held the spruce planks.

From there, I started placing blocks. I made sure to create the outline of the house first. Measuring the little square,  the house has five blocks width, six blocks length, and three blocks high. As much as I'd like to make this bigger and better, this house should be enough for the night.

Then another arrow pierced the wooden wall. Gasping a little, I turned around. Notch dang it. More Skeletons! And Zombies and Spiders too!

I placed away the spruce planks and unsheathed my katana yet again. The Skeleton notched its arrow, but I swiped my ice katana against it. Its skull dropped down as I turned to face a Zombie. Then I stabbed it in the chest, and it died. Something bit me, and I looked to see what it was. A Spider.

I jerked my feet off, and the Spider let go, hissing. I ignored the sense of pain as I slashed at it.

For the sake of my energy, I built a house with five blocks width, six blocks length, and three blocks high.

Before I closed up my walls, I made sure I went in first, before filling the holes.

It left me within a small, dark room. I could barely see the surroundings around me, and some carpets of snow covered the floor.

I laid within the nice, small, wooden room, with soft carpets of snow covering the ground. But as long as I get comfy on the snow, it's not so bad. After all, the snow felt as soft as a pillow.

I'll tell ya; this is a nice place to sleep.

I slowly closed my eyes, waiting for tomorrow's events that's about to unfold...

* * * * *

Narrator

Somewhere in Central Minecraftia, walking, and famous among people, stood one of the political figures of Minecraftia.

The one and only President of Minecraftia, Pres. Roger L. Stevenson, hidden from the lights of the media. And he walked back to his office, also known as the tallest building in the entire Minecraftia.

Suddenly, his phone vibrated. He opened his phone and saw that there was 30 new messages.

He opened the most recent one.

"Mr. President, we have found the coordinates of Project Arctic Fox. What will be our next move?"

The President grinned as he typed in his response.

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Well, we got a new chapter right here.

I will announce here if character entries are now closed. Remember, I can only take the maximum of 10 character entries.

EDIT 3/27/2017 - I'm not taking anymore characters! Because this book is finished!

So,

What will happen next to Persephone? Find out next time on Minecraft: Project Arctic Fox!

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