Another morning rose, but after admitting the truth, Drake felt a lot better. Slowly he woke up, on the floor this time. Drake had given Crayton the idea of switching places. It made things even in the house, and Drake would prefer if all was fair. So this time he slept on the cold floor with a limited amount of warmth from the one blanket that covered him. Drake's eyes cracked open, taking a few seconds to adjust to the light. He rubbed the sleep out of them as he sat up, hearing the sounds of movement. His head swung right and he saw Crayton rummaging through the chest. Although Drake hadn't been with the grey pony long, he knew that Crayton was often outside by the time he woke. He stood up and looked at Crayton, cocking his head in confusion.
"Crayton? What are you doing?" Drake asked, walking closer.
Crayton's head lifted and looked back at Drake. It was easy to tell that he hadn't noticed that Drake was up.
"Oh, I am just grabbing my pickaxe, if I can ever find the thing," Crayton grumbled, turning back to the chest.
Drake could just hear the audible sound of items clashing together. He still wasn't sure what was contained within the wooden box, but he guessed it was messy. After seeing Crayton rummage in the chest multiple times, his hypothesis was highly probable.
Drake watched for a few more seconds, then asked, "But I thought we had to find wool."
Crayton glanced back, a smile still upon his face, "We still do," he said, "however I would like to mine today, the last few days have been... stressful."
Drake payed no more attention to Crayton, perhaps this was some diluted way to forget that he had lied. In all honestly, Drake wished he could apologize a million times for his ignorant lies. He had learned from his mistakes, and he decided he wouldn't lie to Crayton again, unless it was for his own good. Drake thought that if he had a good reason to lie, perhaps Crayton would be fine with it. It took only a few more minutes until a silvery pickaxe floated just beside Crayton. His iron sword was in his sheath and a saddle bag strapped to his sides, he was ready to go.
"So, Crayton, how does mining make you less stressed? I mean, I get angered when I can't find something," Drake asked, watching the iron pickaxe float about.
"Eh, well if I were to guess Drake, I would say it is because it's my talent. I don't care if I can't find diamonds, gold or iron, I just feel at home down there. Yes, it is dangerous and sometimes dark if you can't make torches, but overall, caves are an enchanted place. I haven't seen it all and I don't want to see it all, for the adventure is all that matters. Mobs can try and kill me, but I am no quitter," Crayton stated.
Drake's eyes looked up at Crayton, he looked confident and excited to get going. If it he thought caves were magic, then so be it. Drake just plastered a warm smile of his face.
"Well, if that is what you think so be it," Drake said.
Ever since he had played EquestriaCraft, he thought as mining as boring, dangerous and an obstacle at times, but he had yet to find a friend who enjoyed it. He already knew that he wouldn't ever truly enjoy the wonders of mining, or understand it, but finally he wasn't the one stuck with the boring job. In all the survival worlds he was either alone or with Ethan, who also didn't enjoy mining and would force him to do it. So naturally, he was content with Crayton being in charge of mining.
"Anyways, what are you going to do while I am gone?" Crayton asked.
Drake paused his happy thoughts, "I honestly don't know. What can I do? I arrived here out of the blue and still have no idea what I am doing."
"Well, you could always explore, you still don't know the area that well," Crayton suggested.
"Hmm, I guess I could, but what if I get lost?" Drake asked, looking at the terrible possibilities. "I could also get attacked by a mob or something."
Crayton chuckled, "While you don't have to go that far and I could always come find you. Besides, you could take your sword, ya might still get hurt, but shouldn't be too bad."
"Well then, I might as well. No harm in knowing my surroundings," Drake shrugged.
Crayton began to walk towards the door, he looked back for a second though.
"Well you go ahead, I am going to go now. See ya later."
Drake just waved and watched his leave through the window. He remained out of sight and watched as Crayton's grey coat dissipated into the darkness. He waited a few more minutes, hoping Crayton may change his mind. He didn't like the thought of adventuring, especially in a world with cruel mobs whose very job is to kill. Drake sighed, he decided that maybe he would look around the house, he still didn't have a good idea where everything was. His eyes scanned by, seeing the furnaces, crafting table, and large chest to one side by the door. He took a few steps closer looking in the furnaces. When he found nothing he simply shrugged and turned away. That was when something caught his eye. A slight shine from under the bed in the back corner. It was small, and not noticeable in the darkness.
What is that? That must be Crayton's, but why is it under the bed and not in the chest? Drake thought.
He walked over to the bed, crouching low, he extended a hoof towards the object. When he grabbed it, he pulled it out from underneath the bed. He gazed down at the object that was still on the floor. It was book. The cover was made of leather ad a golden buckle and strap kept it close. With closer examination, dark maroon patches coated the book.
Why is this under the bed and... is that blood! What did Crayton do? Was he reading it when he got wounded by that enderpony? No, I didn't see it and he was resting afterwards, I know that for a fact. The blood also doesn't even seem like it was in the last couple of days. Drake thought.
Although appalled by the blood stains, Drake fiddled with the buckle, opening it to gaze at the pages. He opened the cover and found a title. The title read, The Journal of Iris Parsly in golden handwritten letters. In the right corner it read From Alex Parsly in black pen.
Why does Crayton have a random journal underneath his bed. It serves no real value unless this belongs to someone of his family. Maybe I can find out his past, but that's snooping, but I would know the reason and wouldn't have to push. Drake thought.
With a sigh he lifted the first page to the first entry. He wanted to at least assure himself that there was a reason Crayton had the journal.
April 5th, 1998
I can't believe it, after all my years, I get a journal now. My dear husband, listening to all my petty needs. Today was a my birthday and this is what he got me. He knows me all to well. As for my son, he gave me something special. Usually I am the one baking, but he and his foal-sitter Sarah baked my birthday cake. I will have to give her a thank-you card this year, she has been the biggest help. She also watched Crayton when I and Alex have something to do or somewhere to be.
Drake pulled away from the book, it all made more sense now.
So this belongs to his mother, but why doesn't she have it? Did something happen? What could have happened, they seem happy! Drake thought and began to read on.
She is also so sweet and doesn't mind cancelling plans to help us out. However there is a little bit of a surprise for when my husband returns. He and Crayton went fishing, since the plants have such trouble growing, we are forced to eat meat. It is simple despicable. Anyways, I am pregnant! Oh joy, I have always dreamed of have another son or perhaps a daughter. I am truly excited.
Drake lifted his head and stopped reading. He knew he shouldn't read on, but the lovely handwriting was easy to read and the blood stains gave him such wonder. With a sigh, he closed the book and sealed the buckle. He couldn't read on, this was something private, and Crayton wouldn't appreciate him doing so. He slowed put it back to where it belonged and walked over to the chest. He would have to go exploring, it would be the only thing to keep his mind of the journal. He lifted the grey handle and looked inside. It was very messy and nothing seemed sorted, he wasn't even sure his sword was i the chest!
"Why couldn't he grab it for me, I don't know where it is," Drake mumbled to himself.
He began to move things around, searching for the stone sword, it couldn't be that hard to find. That was when the door clattered open, causing Drake to jump. He turned, thinking that an intruder had arrived. His heart was skipping beats. He scanned around the door and saw a battered and bloodstained pony, but then realized it was Crayton!
"What the hell happened!" Drake exclaimed, unable to hold it in.
He quickly made his way to Crayton's side, helping him get back on his hooves. He was panting, and looked weaken with bruises and small cuts, but nothing too serious. However the pickaxe that had been with him was gone.
"I got attacked... it was just mobs, but there were a lot. I had to get out of there," Crayton explained, still catching his breath.
Drake shut the door and looked back at Crayton. "No kidding."
"I have to go back in, I dropped my pick and I think I saw something in the back of the tunnel," Crayton sighed, heading back to the door.
Drake lifted a hoof, blocking him from the exit. His face was serious and he knew what would have to happen.
"Your not leaving, if your going back, I am coming to help. This isn't something you can do alone," Drake stated.
Crayton looked at Drake, shocked, "But you could get hurt!"
"Well you could die," Drake retorted.
Crayton sighed, he had no other arguments to make. "Fine, but be careful and we stick together."
Drake nodded and looked through the chest. It took a few minutes until he found the stone grey sword.
"Well, lets go," Crayton said, unsheathing his iron sword, he reached for the door.