~A Wizard's Apprentice, P3~ (DESC)

I steadily made my way down the mountain, my arm throbbing from where some sharp stones had cut. It was bleeding slightly, and my cloak was torn, but it wasn't bad. I just hoped it hadn't left behind any traces for my master--Notch--to follow.
It was dawn by the time I was in the foothills of the Ever High mountains--the mountains I had just scaled--and I began to make my way through the forest to WhiteCliff, a medieval city to the West. It would take a few days, but if I traveled through the night, I would be able to make it there by tomorrow morning. And that was my plan.
I traveled through the day. I stopped at noon by a creek for a drink and a rest, but quickly moved on. I knew Notch and his familiar would know I was missing by now, and they would be looking. I knew they would probably start at Misty Peak, the kingdom of the Giant Eagles. They were allies with the Northern Wizard, and they would start there.
But I wouldn't be there.
I would be much farther away, but I still didn't want them knowing where I was. If WhiteCliff didn't have the ingredients to cure J3llyb3anSn3k, then I would have to go to the Ender Markets, in the End.
But I hoped it wouldn't come to that.