When Steve finds his enchanted diamond sword missing, who could it be but Herobrine? Steve sets off on a journey to vanquish this enemy and get back the sword he was missing. But when Steve meets this new gamer, is Herobrine the one who is actually responsible for the danger he finds himself in? Full of danger, action, fight scenes, romance, betrayal, and excitement, Stalked tells the thrilling tale of Steve's greatest adventure yet.

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13. The Diamond Sword

Steve stifled another gasp. The diamond sword. That was what they were after. Ginger had lied to him. She had stolen his enchanted diamond sword, and hidden it here. 

After he had felt so bad for her, he hadn't expected his love to so suddenly turn to loathing. And it didn't quite- he knew he loved her even so, but obviously he couldn't tell her that now. She was the thief, not Herobrine. And she probably felt no remorse, standing there, her back to Steve, clutching the diamond hilt and admiring the sword greedily, happy it was in her possession and she didn't even have to work for it. 

Steve wanted so badly to march up to that girl, swipe the sword, and slice her greedy little head off, to remove her eyes full of the avarice that Steve had worked too hard to be destroyed by.


What Steve didn't see, though, were her tears. Guilty tears, spilling over her eyes. Why had she listened to the man in the alley, claiming to be... no, he couldn't have been that, could he? That man was dead. Ginger knew that.

So why had she run off like that, and obeyed his command to her? Why had she sent her newly hired double agent in to steal the sword while she set the Blaze on Steve's village to distract him? She didn't know exactly. The only reasonable explanation for her irrational behaviour was fear. She had so feared the dark, cryptic man in the alley and his wrath if he didn't get the weapon that she had gone in and just stolen it, heartlessly.

She had never before stolen as much as a single lock of grain when farming, or a piece of cake when visiting other's caves. So getting up the nerve to even just pick the lock to his chest had nearly killed her, let alone stealing the sword, or the armor which she now gently removed from the chest she had stashed it all in. And she had 

She let the tears fall. She had betrayed him, and he had no idea. He dressed her wounds, he gave her companionship, he saved her life. And she had robbed him of his greatest possession and let the mysterious man stalk him, watch him head east. And not only did she not stop him, but she helped him, too. What kind of player was she becoming? Worse than...  (she couldn't even think his name, the pain was so great, so she substituted his number)- 01928. Worse than stealing cake from the helping caves. Worse than blowing up her runaway brother's cave with TNT while he was out. They had all expected that. 

Steve had not.

She sighed, let the last of her tears fall, but didn't wipe them away, and put the sword and armor in her inventory. She turned around and there, in the doorway, was Steve, the hurt, animosity, loathing, betrayal, love, confusion, but mostly hurt, all smeared on his face like finger-paints on a child's canvas.

"Ginger?" he asked, the confusion clearer than daylight itself. "Why?"

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