Disclaimer: Minecraft: Story Mode belongs to Mojang and TellTale Games. OCs belongs to me.
Note: I'm using the black male Jesse in this fanfiction.
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-Gabriel-
Soren's Mountain. It's been so long since I've last seen this place. Years after he went missing, this memorable place was the order's last memory of our leader. But we were back in search of his super TNT to destroy Ivor's Wither Storm. But me, Magnus and Ellegaard weren't alone. Ever since the storm took out most of Enderlights City, we had made new allies. Jesse, Reuben, Olivia, Allie, Axel and Lukas had joined us on our journey to find Soren.
Just as we had entered the large temple doors, a burning pain shot through my left arm, all the way to my chest. I knew what this was: Wither Sickness. A small cut was oozing gooey, black pus, and the area around it was turning gray. I covered the area to make sure the others didn't notice. Unfortunately for me, Jesse had already noticed my pain. He walked up to me. "Hey, you okay? You look like a ghost." Then I realized my skin tone had become slightly pale with the fatal illness I had contracted. I sighed and looked into the small boy's dark brown eyes.
"Jesse, can I talk to you about something?" He nodded. I walked into a dark corridor and Jesse followed, along with Reuben. I turned and faced my young friend, full of disappointment and anxiousness. "Jesse, you can't tell anyone about this." I showed Jesse the inside of my left arm. His eyes became wide.
"What the-!? Are you sick?" The small boy asked in extreme terror. I looked down, disappointed in myself. "I'm sorry, Jesse. I know I should've told you sooner, but I didn't want to ruin-"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
