Death or Eternal Punishment

*shifts around sneakily* Hi there Haunted fans. It is me again, only this time it is an actual story and not a bunch of one-shots. I came up with this idea a few days ago, and after some major changes, this came to be. I hope that you really like this because I worked hard. I will see you at the bottom with some better information since I don't want to give anything away. Happy reading. I no own The Haunted or Minecraft.

Let's Go On An Adventure

Chapter 1: Entwined Fates

Armen's POV

His arrows just coming! Herobrine kept aiming for me mainly since I had the Fiery Sword. I wanted to just get close enough to hit him, but the force of the arrows bouncing off my chest plate was too strong.

Soon the mysterious armor will shatter, and I would be defenseless. Drake, Grayson, and I battled our hardest, but He was just too strong. "I need to get close!" I yelled desperately, "Cover me!"

Grayson nodded grimly and dodged another shower of arrows. I shoved Drake to the ground before he could be hit with another of Herobrine's arrows.

Herobrine laughed darkly. "Give up, mortals! I am the one with all the power. Nothing can stop me! Not even you, kid!"

His words of malice were all directed at me, but another voice spoke to me. It sounded distant yet seemed to be coming from all around me. "Armen, you can take Him down. All He wants to do is make you give up. You should not give up. You can do this."

I smiled at the words and looked for who said it. It was not Drake or Grayson's voice, yet I recognized it. It has been several years since I have last heard his voice, but it was comforting to know that he was still there somewhere.

Now Herobrine was trying different tactics. He wasn't targeting me specifically for me anymore. Instead, all of his arrows seemed to be heading straight for Drake and Grayson.

"You know what he is trying to do, Armen. You really do. You must get him."

"I'm trying, Collin. I really am, but I can't. I need to…" Suddenly it became clear as to what I must do.

I ripped my helmet off and threw it to Grayson who caught it bewildered. "Armen, what are you-"

I cut him off and started my charge towards Him. "Screw it! I've had enough of this!" My sword was about to make contact when I felt someone pull me back.

"What are you doing Armen?!" Drake yelled at me.

I struggled under his grasp, but he was too strong. "Let go of me, Drake. I need to do this."

He refused to even slacken his hold on me. "I'm sorry, Armen, but I can't let you give up your life for us. There is other ways to take Him down besides sacrifice."

I stopped struggling, but he did not let go. "But the prophecy! I must be the one, but I have to suffer."

Drake frowned. "No one needs to suffer. Well, no one but Him. He has caused to many problems to all of us."

With that said, he released me. Still, he kept an eye out to check if I was going to try again, but I lost all interest in that. I need to focus on accomplishing my destiny.

To my astonishment, Herobrine pulled out his own sword. The sword was made out of diamond, but unlike any sword that I have seen, it was glowing. It reminded me a lot of His eyes.

"I gave you the chance to surrender, boy, but now you will pay the price for choosing to challenge me." He raised the fierce blade cruelly. "Say goodbye to your pitiful friends."

Herobrine turned around slowly as if knowing that they won't escape. I raised the weapon Grayson forged for me and tried to hit Him, but He blocked it easily. I tried again, only this time aiming at the chest. Parry.

On and on the battle went with me failing to even lay one lash on Him. Herobrine, on the other hand, kept cutting me. One gruesome thought that ran through my mind was that He purposely wasn't hurting me but was trying to make me pay.

My body felt weak, and I collapsed to the ground in agony. Maybe it was better this way instead of living with the consequences of my failure. Maybe I should let Him kill me and end my suffering.

"Don't you dare think that, Armen!"

"Why have you waited this long to talk to me, Collin? I did not even know what was going on until after Drake and I made the choice. Why did you wait until the final battle?"

"I waited because this is the first time you needed me. Never before have you just given up. Don't take the coward's way out. You are Armen, not me. I am a coward; I always have been. You can't tamper with the fate that has been assigned to you. Armen, you are the only one who can end this."

"But how, Collin?"

"That is up to you to decide. Good luck." His voice disappeared just like snow in summer.

This entire exchange took a matter of a minute.

I flinched in pain as I pulled myself up. I reached for the Fiery Sword, but it wasn't there. My bright blue eyes whipped around violently. Where did it go?

I stole a glance at Grayson who was slumped over by a pile of rubble. Drake was nowhere to be seen. I ripped a piece of my sleeve off and wrapped it around a wound that was seeping blood.

My thoughts were jumbled. Where was Drake? Where is the sword? Where is Herobrine?

I caught a flash of movement a little ways away. To my surprise and horror, Herobrine and Drake were locked in some sort of duel on the other side of the temple.

I did my best to parkour over to the battle, but I was incredibly weak and slow, so it took me a while.

Drake's POV

When Armen collapsed, I had no idea what I was supposed to do except kill Him. Somehow I got to the sword before anyone else, and before I know it, I am in an intense battle to the death with the demon who killed so many.

I was nowhere near as good at fighting as my friends, but somehow I was able to keep going.

Hopefully Grayson and Armen had the sense to take care of each other over there so that I would not have to worry. Grayson was hit with several arrows, and we all know what happened to Armen.

I was really hopeful that they were both okay so that I can worry about myself, but then I saw Armen limping towards Herobrine and me.

"What are you doing, Armen? You need to rest! I've got this!"

With my free hand, I gave him a shove away from the battle, but he kept coming. "Drake, it is me who has to end this. Please let me try."

Herobrine laughed evilly. "For once the mortal is right. You should let him try and focus on yourself."

He was distracted, so I took my chance and shoved him into the lava.

Armen's eyes widened to the size of golf balls, and his mouth hung open. "You did it, Drake. You won."

I was about to smile triumphantly, but then I felt something grab my arm. Herobrine chortled the whole way into the lava pit with me in tow. Then I saw black.

What have I done?! *shakes the shoulders of some random guy* Did I seriously just kill Drake? Or is this the ending of The Haunting all over again. Well, I know the answer, and I have dropped a few hints along the way if you take time to study covers. So let me explain the brief history of the story. You might have noticed that I have changed my profile picture a few weeks ago. Well, I was studying it carefully when I noticed that there was an enderman stalking from behind a tree. Being an insane fangirl, my first thought was of Armen, but then I remembered that it was an ENDERMAN, not Herobrine. Then I got the random idea to make Drake sacrifice himself instead. Originally this was going to be a one-shot, but the ideas kept coming, so it was going to become too long of a one-shot. Thus I made the executive decision to make this a full length story. As I was writing, I made it to where Herobrine brought down Drake, so there is no sacrifice. Trust me when I say this, but there are parts of The Haunted that I am keeping the same and parts that I am completely changing. Don't worry, Mia will appear eventually, but I'm not sure when. Also, I will be including a Grayson POV next chapter, so keep on the look out. I really hope that you love this start, and be sure to check out The Haunted One-Shots. I am planning on updating it soon (probably some time Saturday) so please read it. I hope you have a pleasant day :D

~Lya200~