IMPORTANT NOTE! In some chapters, this short story will include strong language and some slightly graphic content. Please be sure you meet the age requirements before you continue reading. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
This also takes place supposably after Armen is freed of Herobrine, and Drake is no longer half-enderman,but is still a mage.
Kathryn POV
I blinked open my eyes. Bright lights imeadiately forced me to close them.
"Kathryn, go back to sleep. We're almost home," a comforting voice whispered in my ear. However, I could not obey this command and I lifted my head. A tall, teenage boy, with dark hair and blue eyes was carrying me, while running through a dark jungle. Ah, I remember now. Drake and Armen defeated Herobrine. We ARE going home. Or what's left of it. I though fuzzily.
"I see there's no hope of you going back to sleep then, huh?" The dark haired boy, named Armen, muttered as he slowed to a walk. Then he continued, "Do you think you can walk? You were hurt pretty badly, but Drake gave you a regeneration potion to try and heal you." I nodded my head. Armen stopped and carefully set me on my feet.
Another brown-haired man, possibly in his early 20's caught up to us, followed by a golden-blond male, who was a bit younger. The brown-haired one looked at Armen, then me and said, "I can carry you if you need me to." I shook my head, "No, Drake. I'm fine, really." Drake shrugged, "Alright, but Grayson, Armen, and I are all here if you need us. You're the only one who hasn't been recovering as quickly as the rest of us..." The blond man inturrupted Drake, "She said she was fine, didn't she?"
"Grayson, don't be like that!" Armen replied.
"Look, I never wanted to bring her with us in the first place! She's just another burden on the group! Not to mention, she always disappears from camp at night, and if she hunts at all, the food looks as though its been mauled by a bear!" Grayson shot back. Drake shook his head, "She did need our help though. We couldn't have just left her to die! Besides, she helped us defeat Herobrine, isn't that enough?" Grayson just grumbled to himself. Drake and Grayson were both right. I did help them defeat the evil spirit, Herobrine, but I also do disappear at night. I would tell them why, but I don't think they'd be too happy to find out what I am after all they've been through. Armen wrapped his arms across my chest and whispered in my ear, "Come on. They'll get over it quickly, but we all need to get moving." He let go of me and we walked together, following the gravel path through the jungle.
Drake and Grayson did eventually notice we were taking off, and hurried to catch up. For some reason, I had liked the way Armen held me in his arms. It was like having a great, protective wall around me, without any fear of enemies breaking through. I really wanted to act tired again so that he would carry me, but I knew that if I did, Drake would end up carrying me instead. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain shoot up my arm and into my shoulder.
"OW! Fuck!" I shouted outangrilly as I fell against a tree. Armen rushed to my side, followed by Drake, while Grayson stood back.
"What the hell just happened?" Armen demanded, worriedly. Drake set his backpack down and shuffled through it. I grimaced as my shoulder throbbed with pain, "I- I don't know. My arm... it-" I tried to explain, until I was cut off by another shock of pain, making me scream in agony. Grayson almost looked worried for a moment, but that could have been me imagining things.
My eyes watered, and I sank to my knees. My vision blurred, but I could vaguely make out the shape of Drake helping me drink a bottle of water. I greedily drank it in gulps, hardly even noticing the bitter taste at first. My vision started to clear up,and I felt my arm go numb.
"Is that any better?" Drake asked quietly. I nodded weakly, and Armen brushed a strand of hair from my face.
"Its getting dark, we should set up camp," Drake announced. Grayson nodded, "Yeah, good idea," he said and started to put together a campfire.
I was asleep before they group finished cooking some food over the fire. Armen woke me and handed me some wild chicken. I ate it in a few bites, not even paying attention to whether it tasted good or not. When I was done, I curled up in my sleeping bag. Armen dragged his up next to mine.
"How are you feeling?" he whispered as he layed down in it. I groaned a bit in response, but manage to rasp, "A bit better." Armen nodded, "Good, good." He rolled onto his side and wrapped an arm over my chest, sending pleasant chills through my body. Armen rested his head on my sleeping bag and began to snore softly. I heard a small snicker come from Drake, and heard him whisper to Grayson, "Aren't they adorable?" Grayson snorted crankily in response. That was the last thing I heard before I drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.