The Mystery of the Griefer's Mark by Winter Morgan Page B

someone do that?”
    â€œSomeone blew up your wheat farm and took your sword?” asked Henry.
    Steve nodded yes.
    â€œDo you think you know who did it?” asked Max, pacing as he spoke. “Any suspects?”
    â€œNo. I have no idea who would do this to me. But I can tell you that my neighbor Adam is an alchemist and somebody stole his potions. So the griefer isn’t just targeting me.”
    â€œIf the griefer knew Adam had potions and also knew about your diamond sword, he or she must live nearby. And probably knows you,” said Max.
    â€œWhat about your other neighbor; the house next door?” asked Lucy. “I don’t remember it from the last time we were here.”
    â€œThat’s my friend Kyra’s house. She’s very nice. She traded some wood for wheat recently to help me build an extension to my house. She’d never do anything to harm anyone.”
    â€œDid she know you had an enchanted diamond sword?” asked Max.
    Steve stuttered his words, “Um. Yes. But.”
    â€œThen we have to consider her a suspect.” Max said.
    â€œMaybe . . .” said Steve. He shook his head. “But maybe we shouldn’t be so concerned with seeking revenge. Let’s just focus on rebuilding the wheat farm.”
    â€œWe will stay with you until the farm is completely rebuilt,” said Lucy. “That’s what friends do. They help others.”
    â€œBut we also have to find this griefer,” said Henry. “If we don’t, the griefer will strike again and other people’s stuff will get damaged or stolen.”
    â€œAnd you can be targeted again, too” added Lucy.
    Steve knew they were right and they had to find this griefer, not just to seek revenge but also to help others.
    It was getting dark and night was setting outside. Two Endermen walked past the window carrying dirt blocks.
    â€œEndermen!” Lucy called out. “They can teleport in here!”
    â€œMy house is too high for them to get in. Don’t worry.” Steve had been extremely thoughtful in planning his home and his life, which is why he was shocked that he was the victim of a griefer.
    But before night set in, there was somebody at Steve’s door.

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    K yra was suited up and standing at his door.
    â€œDon’t attack.” Steve pleaded.
    â€œI’m not here to attack you. I need your help! Somebody flooded my house with lava.” Kyra took off her armor and entered the house. She looked at Henry, Max, and Lucy. “Who are you guys?”
    â€œThese are my friends,” said Steve, “and they are here to help me. Didn’t you notice my wheat farm was blown up with TNT?”
    â€œI don’t trust her,” said Max. He walked over to Kyra, “How do we know your house was really flooded? And why did show up here in armor if you weren’t going to attack us?”
    â€œI don’t want to be attacked by hostile mobs. I had to fight a spider jockey on my way over here. It was vicious,” explained Kyra.
    â€œThere is a griefer amongst us,” Steve announced, “and I can’t trust anybody.”
    â€œI need a place to stay tonight,” Kyra told the group, “Can I stay here?”
    The gang looked at each other. They had to trust her.
    â€œSure,” Steve replied. “If you help us find the griefer and rebuild the wheat farm, we will help you with your home. Tomorrow we will break grass to look for seeds to rebuild the farm.”
    Henry started to tell the folks the plan for finding the griefer. “I’ll admit that I used to be a griefer, so I know how they work. I’m sure the griefer is nearby and plotting the next move.”
    The group made their way to bed. But as Steve entered his room, he screamed out, “Help!” and fell into a deep hole in the middle of his bedroom.
    When Steve landed, he lost some hearts and found himself on the ground of a dirt tunnel.