This is a Captainsparklez Mianite fanfiction. It's based off the youtube minecraft series The End Of Minecraft by CaptainSparklez. If you haven't seen it, go watch it please, it's about 65 minutes long.
Ember Flame (youtube) theorized in the comment section of the first episode that The End Of Minecraft takes place after Mianite Season 2. The Heroes have jumped into the portal back home, but get separated and lose their memories in the process. Their world is years into the future, time has passed and technology has advanced. Shoutout to Ember Flame for her amazing theory!
Also, I recently got dragged into the Sparklington Ship, so apologies if I accidently write Sparklington.
Song: Say You Won't Let Go - James Arthur
Jordan looked around uncertainly, wondering where the yell for help had come from, ignoring the few zombies around. They had dealt with much worse. "Uhh, you, want to split up and see if we can.. find the person?" He asked James, casually stabbing a zombie. "...Sure." James replied, though still looking doubtful. Jordan couldn't blame him, splitting up never ended well in movies. But they had survived so far, hadn't they?
"Okay. Oh boy." Looking at the wandering zombies, he felt like he was going to regret this decision. "Let's do it. You search this floor, I'll go upstairs?" Jordan suggested.
"Alright, yell if you find something."
Jordan crept upstairs, not wanting to be caught off guard by one of those green thingies. The last time that happened... He shuddered at the memory, and focused on other thoughts.
Like checking the rooms. Yeah, good idea Jordan. Thank you Jordan. Of course you're not driven insane by loneliness Jordan.
In the first room was an empty chest, a bookshelf and a bed. It was a small bedroom. What the heck was a bedroom doing in a school?
Jordan shrugged it off, people are weird, and opened the second door. It was a classroom.
This was looking promising.
He sighed and checked the next room. Classroom. Next. Laboratory. Next. Lounge. Nex- wait a minute. There was a man on the couch!
"Hey, dude!" Jordan rushed over to the guy, who looked up sharply at the sound of his voice. He had brown hair and eyes, and a pale complex. He was nursing a few nasty wounds, but seemed in no immediate danger.
The man brightened at the sight of Jordan, and sighed in relief. "Captain Sparklez! I had almost feared you hadn't heard my call."Jordan froze, cringing as he felt a stab of pain in his head.
Captain... Sparklez? Why was that name so familiar, why why why why why
A blinding pain flared in his head, and he needed to know he had to know there was something he had forgotten why that name
He only realized he was on his knees when he looked up to see the man standing over him with a concerned look. "Captain? Are you alright? Calm yourself, it is just me, you have met me before, do you not remember?"
Jordan cradled his head in his hands, hissing as something flashed through his thoughts, gone before he could get a grip.
The constant pressure made it feel like his head was going to explode. He had to remember needed to remember if only he could just remember...The doctor's words sounded distant now, and Jordan couldn't discern words, but he could hear his frantic tone. Black spots were filling his vision.
Pause.
The doctor?
Doctor Hazelnutt. The portal. The factory. Ruxomar. The purges. The pranks. Martha, Steve, Guard Tom. Ianite, Dianite, Mianite. It all came flooding back, as if it had never left. The Doctor had been one of the scientist helping them with the portal.
In that moment of clarity, Captain Jordan Sparklez heard a single scream of anguish from beneath him.
He recognized it immediately. "Wag!"
Jordan didn't remember what happened next, but when he could think again he was standing over a badly wounded Wag, not James, Wag, he would always be Waglington to Jordan, iron sword in hand to defend against... Something. In all the worlds he had been to, he had never seen this creature. Jordan didn't grace it with a description, but needless to say, big and horrifying wouldn't even come close to it.
Jordan didn't care. He was never going to leave Wag defenseless, and he sure as hell wouldn't cower in front of this, not after everything.
He heard a snarl, an angry and guttural sound, and for a moment he thought it came from the monster before realizing he had caused that sound.
The thing didn't move, inspecting him for an opening to attack. Jordan would give none. Years of honing his battle skills and survival instinct were with him now, and his mind was clear of all thoughts but defend Wag.
A moment later, Jordan had the thing on his back, and drove his sword down into it's heart. When he could think again he heard a gasp of amazement behind him. As he turned around, Doctor Hazelnutt congratulated him. "It has been a long time, however it seems that your skill has not deteriorated, Captain." Then the doctor spotted Wag, and ran to his side as Jordan checked how bad Wag's injuries were.
Jordan was no medical expert, but it was looking very bad. Blood was streaming out of a head wound, probably from hitting the floor. Claws had cut deep into Wag's side.
"Can you heal him?" He asked the doctor urgently.
"Do not worry, Captain, these injuries are not lethal if treated properly, which I can do. The Wizard will wake in a few hours."
Jordan sighed in relief. He thanked the doctor and went to sit on the couch in the other room while Wag was healed.
"Well this has been a crazy day. It seems the portal split us up.. I wonder where Sonja, Tucker... Tucker!" Jordan shouted in realization. That password they used what seemed like weeks ago. 'riptucker'... No, that couldn't be true, could it? Surely they had survived, after all, they all faced worse than a bunch of zombies...
But nobody would remember. Wag, Tom, Tucker, Sonja, maybe even Dianite, they wouldn't remember a thing. A cold, icy chill went down Jordan's spine. Was that it, then? Were they gone? Would the gods let that happen?
Burying his head in his hands, Jordan groaned. Too many questions, so few answers. Well, there's a solution to that.
"My Lady," he muttered, knowing Ianite could hear him at whatever volume he chose to speak, "please help me find the others. Speak to me."
Jordan waited a minute. Any moment now, the Goddess would answer.
Why wasn't she answering? Was she busy?
"M'lady?"
No answer came.