A/N – Hello, dearest reader. My name is Mage, and I'm glad that you've chosen to read my newest fanfiction, Stop the Rewind. Please leave a review if you enjoy reading this! I'd love to see what you think.

Disclaimer – I don't own Minecraft or The Bartimaeus Trilogy. I only own my interpretation of both and the plot of this fanfiction.

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Chapter 1

She loved magic.

Doing anything remotely magical would fill her with a burst of excitement, and her adrenaline levels wouldn't return to normal until hours afterwards. Magic usage prompted a buzz of activity. The tiredness that would suddenly afterwards was a bother, but she pushed the thought of that out of her mind as she finished drawing the pentacle. The chalk was returned to her jacket's pocket, and she took several steps back into the pentacle behind her.

She stretched her muscles. It was precaution in case something went wrong; she would need to run. She was far away from the safety of her "friends". The connections they had once shared were now strained. Which, she promptly reminded herself, was the entire reason she was about to recite the words needed to summon a spirit from the Other Place.

The words left her lips. She barely faltered as she spoke the words she had practiced countless times in preparation for this very moment.

A form started to appear in the pentacle across from her. The spirit eventually took on the form of boy who couldn't have been more than a year or two older than her. She was almost able to convince herself that he was a human.

His limbs were lanky and pale, and he was taller than her. His attire consisted of a plain blue t-shirt, jeans, and scuffed sneakers. His hair was messy. Almost absentmindedly, he tried neatening it.

But it was the pupiless eyes that glowed eerily in the dimly lit room that convinced her otherwise.

He studied the chalk lines at his feet. She was sure she had made no mistakes, and her belief was seemingly confirmed when he looked up at her and didn't make a move to leave the pentacle. "What is your charge?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I charge you to not harm me or anyone else unless I specifically give you permission to do so," she smoothly replied. This statement, like the actual ritual to summon him, had been rehearsed many times. The spirit gave a slight nod, possibly to show that he had heard her.

Then she jumped out of the pentacle and walked over to his. They were less than a foot apart; she could reach out a hand and touch him if she wanted to.

"Hi," she greeted him, a grin spreading from ear to ear. Her smile was completely genuine. She wasn't surprised to note that she couldn't remember the last time it hadn't been forced.

His eyes widened as she held out her hand. "My name's May Acker," she promptly informed him, a warm and friendly expression remaining on her face as she spoke. The surprise remained on his face, but it was joined by confusion.

He hesitantly shook her hand. "You know my name." It didn't sound like he was trying to be annoying. It was an honest statement of a truth both of them knew very well. Without his name, she would have been unable to summon him.

She said, "Your name is Herobrine. You're not a foliot or an imp. I know that much from what you look like." She paused and looked him over. "Are you a djinni?"

He nodded. Then, after a moment of awkward silence, he asked, "Why do you only know my name?" he questioned. "I've seen the books listing the names of spirits. Shouldn't it have listed more information than that?" He nervously stepped out of the pentacle and began to pace around the room, looking each piece of furniture over with what she assumed to be curiosity.

She crouched down and blew out the candles surrounding his pentacle. "I only had a couple of urban legends to go off of." Her eyes lingered on the chalk lines of the pentacle. There was a slight mistake with the words written around the pentacle. Her gaze slowly went from the floor to the djinni investigating the bookcases of her bedroom.

A wave of cold, raw fear washed over her. If past accounts were anything to go by, he should have attacked her the minute he noticed the mistake. The fact that he hadn't was incredibly alarming. She didn't know him at all. What if he preferred surprising his summoners who made mistakes by luring them into a false sense of security?