Section 6:

     It had been several days since I first began research for the debate, and I had learned so much. The human was a pretty hot topic in the village, and it just heated up with the knowledge rising that there was going to be a debate about whether he should stay or not. No doubt everyone was going to be there to watch!

     Being an intense planner, I began writing down on paper the bare bones of my case: starting out with mostly just little stories here and there, but rising in intensity when larger things such as the drowned and cows were brought up. I had no doubt in my mind that this debate was going to be bland! I was hoping for the complete opposite. But, still. Even with all the planning and writing I had done to prepare it all, I felt as if I was really missing out on something. I was missing out on something, but what?

     The memory of what our teacher had told us a couple days ago reminded me that I had indeed, deliberately missed a step. I needed to prepare for the other side's points. I needed to prepare myself for a rebuttal. No successful debate completely forgets about the rebuttals, hoping their initial points were good enough! But, there was a reason I had skipped that step, and I remembered it right then as well. To prepare for a rebuttal, one must guess what points the other side will make. This requires you to think about the topic from the others' point of view, which means I would have to figure out why the human should stay! I didn't want to do that! Not at all!.. However, I knew my side of the debate would be weak on the actual "battle field." And I couldn't show my face ever again if I lost to someone like Quancie!

     It was then that I realized.. I would need some help. Some outside help. I couldn't depend on myself anymore to do everything. And pffff! No! Not the other kids on my team! None of them even want to help! They will just be there in the end when I have all the points I need to make a valid statement. I needed someone older. Someone wiser. Someone who really knew the human...

     I knew where I should have gone, but my feet pulled me in the wrong direction, leading me to the villager everyone but me hated: Drake. I hopped up onto his front steps --he lived alone, and his house was on the very edge of the village, right next to the small forest -- and I knocked on his front door.

     "Come in!" I heard his voice chime, and I opened the door to see probably one of the most amazing sights known to man. What I call: skill. With his right hand, Drake was at an anvil, combining enchanting books with weapons in order to enchant them even further. With his left hand he had an enchanting table and was making all those books of enchantments. And, what really wowed me, was that with his left foot he slid in new pieces of coal, as well as sliding out newly smelted iron. He did all this facing away from me, inside his 'L' shaped house. The other end of the 'L' housed his bed, as well as a brewer on top of a crafting table, and fletching table on either side of the bed. The man sure liked to keep himself busy! "Oh! Jello, Tim!" He turned swiftly, smiling widely. I liked that he so openly took up the role of being the crazy one of the village, even purposefully messing up his own words sometimes for a good laugh.

     "Hey, Drake!" I chuckled, stepping into the small but colorful place. Looking up, I caught sight of several higher up windows, all with different colored glass, letting in rainbows of color. "Your multitasking gets better and better every time I visit!" I expressed, a big smile on my face.

     "I know, right?!" He laughed, picking up something with his un-shoed foot. It looked as if he had made a special heat preventative sock that protected it instead. "Every day, I try doing something new! It helps keep my mind busy and my heart healthy!" He said with great enthusiasm, chuckling as he juggled a few items while putting them away. I watched in awe as he messed with a few maps on his fetching table and brewing a few potions on his brewer. He wasn't necessarily an expert at any of the things he did, but that was sort of the point! He liked just being able to do, whatever! You see why he has been such an inspiration for me?

     After he was done with the things at that side of the house, he ran over to the furnace and slid more hot iron out with his foot, carefully carrying it over to a cauldron right next to it where he plopped it right in. He later pulled it out, all wonkey, but still usable.

     "Say, Timbo. Why not come over here and learn first hand how to enchant something?" He asked, gesturing me over towards the enchanting table he was focusing on at the time. And when I say focusing, I never mean fully focusing, at least not with him! The other half of his mind was placing a new sword onto the anvil. I happily walked over to the enchanting table where he was. He was so good at teaching me all sorts of stuff. If it weren't for him, I would have failed that crafting test for sure!.. A secret I never tell anyone. So keep your mouth shut about it.

     He began lecturing me about the magical power of lapis and that you always need it for enchanting. He showed me exactly where to place it, as well as where to look in the book for the possible enchantments listed. I soaked it all in, excited with every movement as I was slowly lectured on how to enchant a book of my very own! Finally, I was done. It was a measly enchantment, since I had such little experience. But, it was an amazing first try.

     "Great job, Timbo!" Drake lifted his hand for a high five. I met his hand with my own, equally meeting his excitement.

     "Thanks!" I chirped with bubbling joy.

     "So, what did the myth, the legend, come to see me for?" He changed the subject. I had to stop for a moment to think.

     "Oh, yeah. I am working on a debate, suggesting we ban the human or something, and I'd like your own input on it." I said, quieting down the smiles.

     "Huh.. Kicking the human, aye? That's a rarity. Doubt many will agree." He rubbed his chin.

     "I know, but I already have found some really good points here. Two different events thst could mark him as a potential threat. But, I know I am missing something. I just know I am!-"

     "-Proof that we can survive without him." Drake spoke up, still thinking. I was somewhat caught off guard by the interruption.

     "Hu?" I questioned.

     "Everyone is afraid that if the human leaves, the village will fall into chaos; monsters will return; and no one will be able to defend themselves. A good point in your argument would be to prove that we can defend ourselves. That we can do all the things the human can do. That way, everyone will be much more open to the idea." ..It all suddenly snapped into my head. What Drake said was so true! Everyone did seem to be a bit too dependant on the human, following him like a mindless flock of sheep!

     "That's brilliant!" I exclaimed. "Now, how are we going to prove we can do everything the human can do?"

     "Simple!" Drake smiled, placing a hand on my shoulder as another combined an iron sword with a book of enchanting. "I have been proving a huge chunk of it right here in my very house. I am like the human right now; able to do jobs of all kinds, all at my own time, at my own pace, whenever and wherever I want! I don't depend on one specific thing to keep a job! I have many! And so does the human; he is just a bit better than me.. for now!" He said, pulling up the shiny iron sword. On it were so many different enchantments, it cast light onto the already bright walls.

     "..Woahh." I stared at it's glory, in complete awe. "Well, what about everything else?" I asked.

     "Oh, that part is simple. Just think for a moment. Write down a list of everything you have seen the human do that you haven't seen any villagers doing, and try to do those things. Surely, after some practice, you will be able to do those things too!" ...Wow.. Drake is so smart. I wasn't sure if I would ever be as awesome as him.

     "Can you help me?!" I asked.

     "Sure thing, Timbo! Just wait until tomorrow. I have to get these swords done by the time the human returns. I am hoping I will be able to trade them to him, since I noticed his diamond one was nearly broken last time I saw him. He'll probably be ready to pay a big buck for these babies!" He explained. With that, we both said our goodbyes, and I left him to his work.

Section 7:

     Saturday came and went like an arrow. By the time the sun rose I had already written down the three big things everyone said was impossible for villagers to do, which was: chop down a tree, build structures, and fight monsters. While I was hoping I wouldn't have to prove the last one, I was willing to sweat all day if it meant I could prove them all wrong. Drake met up with me at exactly sunrise -- me once again having had a wonderful night's sleep. We began with the first thing on the list: chopping down a tree. I had seen the human do it many times before. Sometimes, he spent the entire day doing nothing but chopping down our entire forest, before planting it all back and waiting for it to all grow back again.

     Drake crafted an iron axe on the human's very own crafting table, which was at the very center of his work, with a large chest and three furnaces stacked on the right side of it. That was where the human really spent most of his time, the house only being for extra storage and rest. Again, he rarely spent any time just chilling.

     Once the iron axe was in my grasp, I tugged it over to the nearest tree without a torch on it, and did what I saw the human doing all the time. I swung at it... A task I never thought to be hard until I tried it myself. The blade was so awkward, it kept tilting and landing against the tree on it's flat side. It didn't help that the axe was so small either. After I was sweating like a pig- wait, pigs don't sweat. After I was sweating like their bacon, Drake offered to take my place. I happily plopped down on my bum and watched the older villager have the same problems I was having. He was getting ready to give up and let me have another turn, until we saw a villager approach us. He just stared at us, silently judging. And I knew Drake well enough to know how much he hated being judged, as much as he played it off as if it were nothing. He began hacking at the tree even harder, only making some bark fly off every now and then. I watched as his face began turning red, and before he completely exploded, I jumped in to take his place. He sent sent me a silent thanks, as the now three villagers' attentions were on me. I gulped hard, holding the handle firmly. Surely there had to be some kind of trick to this. Stepping back more ways than one, and taking it slow, I began experimenting with different ways to swing the axe. Trying to copy the human exactly wasn't working. It was time I try to do what felt best for me. I began doing lower swings, which was much more manageable for my small size. I more of swept the axe down by the grass, before lifting it up in a big curve to hit the tree, taking extra care to make sure the blade stayed facing the tree. That seemed to do the trick. My axe caught between the bark, showing that I was making progress. The now five villagers watched in awe as I began slowly cutting through the bark. As my muscles got more and more used to the motions, I began speeding up, and putting more force into it, dead-set on the relief I was sure I would feel when the tree was finally chopped. Before I realized it, there was an entire crowd of villagers around me, beginning to chant, "chop! Chop! Chop! Chop!" I did as they asked, and chopped until my axe broke through to thin air. Everything slowed down, as I watched the tree before me. It fell downward, away from me, and down over to the nearby wall, which I hadn't even thought of before. There was a mixture of pure excitement and pure fear as I hoped the tree wouldn't damage the wall or anything. The tree collapsed over the wall, making the stones under it crack a bit, but, overall, the wall was fine. Everything was fine.

     "Whew! I wiped my brow in relief, and I heard a cheer erupt from behind me!" Everyone hopped around, absolutely thrilled, overjoyed, extatic. I had no idea so many would be watching when I first started. Hopefully, that would only make it easier for my side of the debate.

     "That was amazing, Little Timmy!" Drake slapped me rather hard on the back.

     "Thanks!" I thanked, still taking in everything mentally.

     "Should we try the other things then?" He asked.

     "One at a time." I chuckled. That was my bravest way to say I was too afraid to fight any monsters. I didn't mind leaving that job up to the iron golems. They did a pretty good job at all that.

Section 8:

     It was just past lunchtime when the tree had been finally chopped down, so me and Drake had a late lunch while the people dispersed. When lunch was over with, I walked into the house I stayed in and grabbed some random blocks to build with. I then met up with Drake in the small meadow between that small house and the schoolhouse, which, by the way, literally was part half, since in the roof there were many several beds for some to sleep in, including the teacher herself.

     "So, what do you want to build, Timbo?" Drake asked me. My head immediately began searching for something out of the ordinary. Something that just said, 'Tim made this.'

     "Ummm... a giant.. chicken?" I finally shrugged. I had no other ideas. Sometimes I just had to admit that Quancie was a bit more creative than me, but only in my head. Never, out loud.

     "Heh, alright. That will definitely stand out. Do you have any wool?" Drake asked. I looked in my small inventory for some. There was no wool. Only stone and wood. The human only ever crafted beds out of wool. He must have never thought that someday someone would want to build with it. I shook my head. Drake put his hand to his chin to think again. Hmm.. Have any diorite? I checked again. Yep. I had those strange while stones for sure! They must have been what was really heavy in there, besides those two random pieces of obsidian. "Great! We can still build that chicken!" Drake's hands clasped together in satisfaction. "Now, let's just try doing the same thing we did with chopping down that tree!" And, we did exactly that. As expected, there was definitely some trial and error, but just like with the chopping, I got into the swing of things pretty quickly, after realizing you don't drop the blocks, you throw them on the ground.. There's apparently a difference. Unlike with the tree, there was much smaller of an audience to watch, but there was still an audience looking at me and Drake as he helped me in awe as we placed those last two obsidian blocks as the chicken's eyes. Drake helped me down, and we both estate up at our creation with satisfied smiled... Yes, we were getting somewhere alright.

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Okay, let's just stop to appreciate the fact that I wrote all three of these parts (minus the beginning of part 1 since I wrote that a while ago) within the time span of not even half a day. That's like almost six or seven thousand words or something! XD