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

to look at the lava-filled home that had been destroyed by Thomas’s TNT.
    â€œTomorrow I’m going to start rebuilding this house for you,” said Thomas. “And I’ll make it nicer than your last house. I’m sorry.”
    Kyra had to trust him. “Okay,” she said, “but you can’t let us down again, Thomas.”
    â€œWe need to get to Adam’s house before it gets dark,” said Lucy and the group hurried on.
    Steve opened the door to Adam’s house. “It’s nice to be able to walk in the door and not worry that we’ll fall in a hole and get stuck in a tunnel,” he said.
    â€œOr that someone is stealing TNT,” added Lucy.
    â€œI’m truly sorry, guys.” Thomas felt badly. “I’ll never do it again.”
    â€œYou’re a reformed griefer,” Steve told him.
    Darkness set in as the group was safely tucked away in their beds. The night was quiet. They didn’t need to keep watch for a sneaky griefer and his wool mark. Tomorrow, they’d rebuild. Tonight they could sleep peacefully with their comfortable wool blankets, dreaming of all the fun adventures they’d have now that they didn’t have to worry about the griefer.