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(Unknown PoV- Unknown Location)

"So tell me, class, what is the most important rule in the wild?" My Biology teacher asked his class.

The teacher was an interesting man. He always made leaps in logic that most people couldn't follow, but I could. Even with that trait, I still felt like I barely understood him. That was truly quite rare. I could understand most people after the first introduction.

We couldn't pronounce his name right, so we called him Mr. J. Well, I could say it right, but it sounded weird without the accent, so I kept the abbreviation.

"Kill or be killed?" A student, one I didn't really know, suggested from in front of me. I sat in the back of the class. Not out of a desire to be farther from the teacher, but rather as it was the most logical conclusion. My eyesight was near-perfect, so I did not need to sit in the front.

"You are quite close! It touches on that." Mr. J said.

"Eat or be eaten?" Another student asked, this one I recognized as Jane. She was a second year student taking Bio II.

"Once again, on the right topic, but still wrong." The teacher said. He seemed to be waiting, and I knew exactly what he was waiting for.

I sighed and closed my book, placing my folded-up slip of paper I used as a bookmark at page 417. I had started the book that day. I looked up at Mr. J and he seemed to smile.

"Survival of the fittest. Darwinism at its finest." I said.

"Correct! Survival of the fittest is the way nature makes sure the strong survive, and the weak don't. Even in modern societies, you can find it. Look at businesses. The larger, more succesful ones stay the same, yet the others are replaced yearly." Mr. J continued his lecture, yet I stopped listening.

I actually didn't even need the class. I already had all four of my sciences. Chem I, Chem II, Bio I, and Physics. Technically, I had four and a half, as I had taken Agriculture I out of curiosity. Yet, the principal had approached me at the start of my senior year, telling me I couldn't have three classes. I needed four, two for each semester.

So I took Bio II. I'll tell you, most would say it's a bad idea to take Bio II as a senior when you took Bio I as a freshman. However, it was either Bio II, which is easy, Physical Science, which is called an intro to Chem, or Environmental, which is an intro to Bio.

The choice was obvious. So, I stuck with it and focused more on my books than the class, not paying attention. Yet my average was still a 98. I wonder what that says about me?

I reopened my book back to my page and continued where I left off. I listened vaguely enough to hear one of the sophomores whisper to his friend.

"Of course the senior knows the answer."

Hehe, I always found it funny when lower classmen looked at upper classmen and thought all of us to be dedicated students. Most of my grade was more concerned with alcohol, drugs, parties, and sex. What I was interested in was pretty obvious.

I flipped a page and tuned back in briefly, listening for anything knew.

"Osmosis is the process-"

I tuned back out. Only he could go from Darwin's Theory of Evolution to osmosis.

The bell rang and I glanced up, briefly surprised, before noticing the time. I replaced my bookmark, now on 463, and placed it in my backpack. I stood up and started to exit when I heard my name called.

I turned to see Mr. J reach out and hand me a slip of tan paper and smile. I took it and slipped it in my pocket and nodded my thanks.

"That's for answering the question earlier, Viron."

I smiled and exited the class. Just like no one could say his name right, no one could say mine right, either. Most believe it is V-I-Ron. Nope, it's Veer-run.

I glanced down at the paper I pulled from my pocket. It was a panther dollar. They were slips of paper the school used to reward good students. You could turn them in at the concession for snacks.

I noticed the name had been left blank, yet still had Mr. J's signature on it. I handed it to the first student I passed and continued walking. I vaguely heard the thanks and performed my two finger and one thumb wave. It was odd, but I was the only one in school to do it, so I liked it.

The rest of the students were heading to lunch, but I had a different destination. I walked between the gates and started my hour walk home. As a senior, I only go to school for half a day.

I smiled at the prospect of a hour of solitude. I was a loner, albeit not the true definition. A true loner is a person who prefers no company whatsoever. Me? I like company... to an extent.

Throughout my years, I've met many, many people who annoy me after only an hour or two of company. I have yet to meet a person outside my family who I truly enjoyed being with. Too many people misunderstood me. Too many people were the complete opposite of me. This has caused me to become somewhat of a loner.

I never understood the phase 'opposites attract.' Sure, it works for magnetism. Negatives and positives attract each other and balance out into a neutral, but the same tends to not happen for people. Too many clashing ideas cause too many problems. I know.

A little over twenty minutes into my walk, I felt a headache begin to form. Knowing it was still forty minutes before I'd be able to take medicine, I adjusted the familiar weight of my backpack and simply kept walking, content to ignore the pain.

My backpack was my savior when it came to school. Having easy classes that needed no notebooks, it was filled to the brim with things I might need at school, or even elsewhere. I used in to keep myself entertained, and it's my travel bag when I go somewhere overnight.

Having often been invited to overnight trips at the last second, the first thing packed was two sets of clothes in the main part. On top of them was several books for me to read. They usually change out every week.

Next, in a side pocket was my phone and three, fully charged portable chargers. Opposite that in a side pocket was a pair of Bluetooth headphones, and normal ear buds.

In a small zipper, I had two pencils, a pen, a Sharpie, and a 200 lumen flashlight. In a Velcro pocket was a pack of gum and 100 index cards as well as some sticky notes. In the final pocket was a deck of cards.

Then, my jacket. My jacket had the average two side pockets, but it also had one hidden pocket, right in front of my heart. Within it, I had a pocket knife that was six inches when extended.

I smiled as I completed my paranoia-inspired checklist. I had everything on me. Then, I winced as I felt a spike of pain from my headache. I was eager to get home, take a couple painkillers, pack up the few extras, and go spend a weekend in the woods.

As mentioned earlier, I am not a true loner, yet I do enjoy solitude and time alone. Eventually, I took up the hobby of going camping on some weekends. I had my own site that was on private land, so I would leave a lot of supplies at the site. The only things I would need to gather was supplies.

As I walked, I contemplated bringing my machete or my gun. A machete has more uses, but a gun is a better self-defence tool. After weighing the pros and cons, I decided to bring my machete and leave my gun.

After returning to my home, I walked up the stairs onto the porch. As I pulled out my key from my lanyard, I absent noticed that both my mom and dad were gone. It wasn't surprising, considering their jobs. Both ended up being out of town for weeks at a time. I didn't mind, though. Solitude is a great companion. Not loneliness or isolation, though.

I entered my house and set my key on the counter. Then, I immediately went to my room and changed out of my uniform. I donned a pair of pseudo-camoflauge pants and my black shirt that had a skeleton wearing headphones standing in front of blue fire.

It was not the most matching outfit, nor was it the most flattering. However, I enjoyed it and it was my favorite outfit. I always enjoyed the fact that the skeleton on the shirt wore headphones, and had a blue tooth. Bluetooth headphones.

I smiled. Sometimes the simplest things can amuse me. Then, I threaded a black belt through the belt loops. Then, I attached my machete sheathe onto the belt loops. I grabbed my machete and examined it for a moment.

It was rather plain, being as long as my arm and painted completely black. The handle grip was long since worn away, leaving me to wrap a roll of black electrical tape around the handle to create a new grip.

I slid it into it's leather sleathe with an oddly satisfying sound. I then went to the kitchen and started packing supplies.

Six MREs, multiple packs of hardtack, five bottles of water, a LifeStraw, matches, a lighter, a whetstone, and a small pot for boiling water. I managed to fit it all in my backpack... after removing two books, leaving four more. I solved a bit of the problem by stuffing a few things in the pot.

I then went to my bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. I grabbed the first-aid kit and two ibuprofen. I took the painkillers and placed the kit in the same pocket as my deck of cards.

Then, I stepped back and looked at my pack.

"I am overly prepared. Maybe I should get rid of some stuff... Nah!"

Then, my prepper grin surfaced as I turned and grabbed a pack of AAA batteries and slid them into the same pocket as my phone.

I looked back, ticking off a mental checklist. Satisfied I wasn't missing anything, I turned around and continued, locking the door and taking the key. I walked down the steps, ready to begin my weekend, only to stop.

"Wait... Do I even have anything that needs AAA? Oh yeah, my flashlight. And I need to stop talking to myself, but it's useful." I said, slightly amused at the end.

I hopped in my car and grabbed the keys out of the glove compartment. I wasn't worried about my car being stolen. It wasn't anything special and we lived in the middle of nowhere. And out of a habit of forgetting my wallet, and ergo my license, I kept my wallet in the car.

I slipped it into my pocket and drove down the driveway and made my way down the road, ready for the two hour trip to the campsite.

(Viron's PoV- Private Campsite)

I pulled into the campsite and stopped as I looked around the familiar clearing. A single tent sat in the corner of the clearing. A few feet in front sat a small fire pit, surrounded with stones. The rest of the clearing was just that, a clearing.

I got out of my car and grabbed my bag and reattached my machete sheathe. However, the moment I slung my bag over my shoulder and closed the door, my ealier headache came back with a vengeance.

I collapsed to the ground in complete agony. My vision blacked out, yet I could hear my own screams. Then, my hearing began to fade as well. The last thing I heard was a vague voice saying, "He'll do."

(Viron's PoV- Unknown Location)

I awoke an unknown time later. When I did, I surprisingly didn't regret it. My headache was gone, and I had no other unexpected headaches. I sat up and was instantly relieved to feel my backpack and machete. At least something was the same. Then I looked around.

At first, nothing seemed odd except for my lack of a campsite. Then I started noticing a few things. First, was that contrast was too clear. The bark of the trees seemed like it was various shades painted onto them, rather than one blended shade. The same went for everything else, even me.

The greens and browns of my pseudo-camo pants were too obvious. Then I noticed everything had a sort of, outline, to it. A rather large black box would surround everything I looked at. The 'walls' of the box looked about an inch thick, and the box itself covered about a square meter.

Then I noticed the book. It was a small tan book that looked vaguely familiar. I grabbed it and looked at the cover, seeing no title. Then, I opened it up and started reading. I immediately stopped.

"Okay! How the hell is there a Tinker's Construct guide here? Who the hell would go through the trouble of printing it just to leave it near me? Did they somehow knock me out?"

I stopped ranting and took a deep breath. Then, I opened my eyes and let my logical mind out and started listing facts and observations.

One- Tinker's Construct guide in perfect condition, identical to game.

Two- Unknown location yet still in contact with my supplies. In a forest with a small mountain a hundred meters distant.

Three- Square meter 'outline' surrounds all surfaces looked at within a five meter distance.

Four- Color pallete is unnatural. Shades are contrasted rather than blended.

Five- All tree trunks are the same size, one meter thick. Trees are mildly identical.

Six- All grown grass is identical. Either one meter or two meters tall.

After doing my little checklist, I calmed down and thought. My mind, having been subjected to an endless array of science fiction, fantasy, and even fanfiction immediately jumped to this being Minecraft... Somehow.

Logical and realism, however, counters that by pointing out that the world was not blocky. However, logic also mentioned that the world would not be identical to the game.

"Only one way to find out." I said.

Normally, people would go punch a tree. Not me. If it didn't work, I'd possibly break my hand. Instead, I neared one of the two meter tall grasses and backhanded it. With a familiar sound, it shattered and vanished.

I stared down at the ground where the grass was, intrigued by the seeds hovering and spinning about six or so inches off the ground.

"That settles it." I said simply.

As I felt the rising panic from being stuck in an unknown world for an unknown amount of time, I pushed it down with logic and reason.

"This world isn't unknown. I know what to do and how to survive. I can do this. Now isn't the time for panic and fear. I can let that out once I have a shelter."

I walked past the seeds, only to stop as they were pulled toward me and disappeared with a pop.

"Hmm. Where do those go, I wonder?"

I checked all my pockets in both my jacket and pants, and even slung my backpack over my shoulder to check it. I could not find the seeds anywhere.

I rolled my eyes and spoke. "What, do I have to say 'open inventory?'

I jumped back with a yelp as a transparent white box appeared a little to my right, a foot in front of my right shoulder. In it, I could see the seeds.

"Close inventory?" With a slight whirl, the box vanished.

I glanced over my shoulder. "So it seems item in my backpack can't be placed in the inventory. Or maybe it's because they are from another world?"

I walked to a average sized oak tree and looked at the trunk. "Hmm, I still don't want to punch it. Maybe kicking? Does kicking it even work?"

I turned and kicked a piece of grass, satisfied that it broke. I turned back to the tree and kicked it with the flat of my foot. I was slightly alarmed when nothing happened. I turned and kicked it harder, and repeated twice. Nothing happened.

"Shit, if I can't gather wood, night will be a bitch."

After thinking for a moment, I frowned. "Maybe it's like adventure mode? You need the right tool to break anything. I could break grass because it doesn't require a tool."

I grabbed my machete and swung at the trunk, angling my blade like I've always done. I smiled as a rather large crack appeared. I waited, and after six seconds, the crack disappeared.

Satisfied with the knowledge, I swung my machete again, then twice more. With a cracking sound, the trunk shattered and a small oak log was hovering in the ground. However, immediately the rest of the tree feel down, luckily falling away from me.

I breathed a sigh of relief at that and grabbed the oak log, then worked on the rest of the tree. Just like grass, leaves could be broken with my hand.

I looked at the forest around me. "I should probably use the same strategy that always worked in the actual game. Now, how the hell do I craft?"

"Open Inventory." As I said it, the semi-familiar box appeared and I reached out. I tried to grab the wood, only for my hand to go through the box. Frowning, I tapped it instead.

With a few blue particles, the five logs appeared in front of me. They were each about a square inch. They didn't 'stack' in their physical state, which made sense.

Out of curiosity, I slipped them into my jacket pocket. After a few seconds, I removed them. "It seems that the inventory is meant to store objects you don't have room for on you. That might be why my backpack supplies isn't in the inventory.

"Now, how do I actually make this into planks? If I saw right, the inventory doesn't have the two by two grid. Open inventory."

After a second, I signed and closed the box. The two by two crafting grid wasn't in there. Out of frustration, I crushed one of the logs in my fist.

I jumped when a sharp pop echoed throughout the forest.

I opened my fist and smiled at the sight of planks. I squeezed the four planks and opened my hand at the pop, only to frown at the sticks. There were eight.

"Okay, so crushing basically takes them apart rather than make something new. Expansion isn't really something you can do with your hands, so what if I put them in a square?"

Done musing, I took another log and crushed it into planks. Then, I set them in a square on my palm. I smiled as I saw them come together with blue energy, revealing a crafting table.

I looked at the ground. After realizing where I was, I understood that the black box was the outline. I tossed the crafting table down and smiled as it expanded into a full-sized table.

Then, I crushed another log into planks and made a wooden pickaxe. All that was needed was to arrange the materials correctly the right way. Taking my new pick, I went to the small mountain and mined eight pieces of stone from the sides. I then returned to the table and made a sword, axe, and pickaxe out of stone.

"Time to spend the next few hours collecting wood."

(Viron's PoV- Minecraft Forest)

With an exhausted sigh, I collapsed in the small hollow created when I mined the earlier stone. In the unusual situation of being in a place that was both familiar and unfamiliar, I had neglected the fact that I wasn't an avatar like I usually do this with.

In short, I was tired! I had collected a little over thirty logs. It was getting rather close to night, so I planned to rest for a few hours before digging a room into the side of the mountain.

After resting sufficiently, I stood up with a grunt and began digging a six by six room in the mountain. I expanded the tunnel into the room and placed two doors. Afterwards, I threw my crafting table down and sat against the wall.

I watched the doors as the familiar, yet terrifying, sounds of zombies and skeletons began to appear. With a single tear running down my face, I fell asleep, terrified of whether or not I'd survive in this new world, and dreading the absolute isolation from other humans.

If there is one thing Minecraft taught you, it was the fact that being alone in an infinite world isn't fun. To cope, you busy yourself with everything you can think of. Whether an arena or a village, you built to keep yourself sane.

(Viron's PoV- Four days later)

With a satisfied sigh, I collapsed onto my red and white bed, tired after another days work. Looking back, it seemed hard to believe only four days had passed. This world worked just like Minecraft when it counted.

The second day, I woke up aching. Nevertheless, I got up and worked. I spent most of the day gathering logs and hunting down exposed coal veins, which I found. I made a furnace and cooked some mutton I had gotten from sheep. The wool, I used for my bed. Even an animal's death worked the same as the game. I lit my home up with torches, but didn't fall asleep until near midnight due to the horrendous sounds and blazing light. I would have to get used to the light.

The third day, I created a stone hoe and made a small wheat farm on the banks of a nearby river. I used fences to block it off and lit it up with torches. I also dug two more rooms in the cave-house and moved my bed further underground. I also discovered that torches could be blown out, which made me feel stupid. I filled the extra room with chests and furnaces and made it my workshop.

Yesterday , I spent doing cosmetics. It probably wasn't smart, but the stone/gravel/dirt/granite walls, roof, and floor bothered me. I replaced the walls and roof with wooden planks and the floors with polished andesite. Then, using some surface iron, I crafted two buckets and moved my farm closer and expanded it. It now produced more bread then I could eat, but I was getting tired of it.

Today, I found something out. This world had 'mods.' I had already suspected it thanks to the Tinker's Construct manual, but didn't know if any others were actually real. So far, I recognized Pam's HarvestCraft, BuildCraft, Thermal Expansion, Tinker's Construct, and perhaps GalacticCraft.

How did I know all these existed? Because apparently I have Not Enough Items. Not exactly, per se, but it was an extra book in my backpack. I had found it when taking a break, and discovered it. It was extremely thick and was completely black. It had 'NEI' written in white print on the cover.

It held every single recipe from all the mods. I recognized the quarry from BuildCraft, the juices from HarvestCraft, the NASA workbench from GalacticCraft, the engines and florbs from Thermal Expansion, and finally, the seared bricks from Tinker's Construct.

I had spent the entire day gathering sand, gravel, and clay for grout. The Foundry was extraordinary useful. It would double ore yield, allow customized and augmented tools, and even make alloys.

I would always rush to having a large Foundry and real life was no exception. I fell asleep with the grout cooking in my furnaces in the workshop.

(Viron's PoV- The Next Day)

When I awoke the next morning, I quickly got up. I retrieved the seared bricks from the furnaces. I crafted the Controller, the Bricks, the Tank, two Drains, two Channels, and finally, A Casting Table and Casting Basin. When I finished, I paused.

"Now where do I put this? Inside would be more convient, yet outside is safer. There's going to be a lot of molten metal in it, so its definitely a fire hazard. Yeah, I'll put it outside. In fact, I'll move the entire workshop outside. It'll be good to get some fresh air."

I quickly grabbed a crafting table and five chests and walked outside. Then, I stopped.

"Shit. I need to clear out a space."

I got my stone axe and began chopping trees, then used my shovel to flatten some room. Right before I began to place the bricks, I stopped and smiled. I went back onto my house and pulled out my phone and Bluetooth headphones. I grabbed a stack of torches as well. When I went outside, I surrounded the clearing with torches so nothing would spawn within the, what I call, 'agro zone.' Its the range in which a mob will notice me.

"'Course, it won't work if they actually have sight rather than a sixteen meter range."

I connected my phone and headphones and started my playlist and put it on shuffle. After skipping several songs so the first one would be completely random, I got to work. The sun was already near setting, but I wasn't worried.

After nearly two hours of working, the sun had fully set. I paused my music and looked around. I smiled. The mobs could clearly see me, even being more than fifty meters away, but they refused to enter the light. That was extremely useful knowledge.

I continued my music, occasionally singing to myself and continued working. I placed down the last chest and set my three iron ores into it. The Foundry was complete and next to it I had a double chest for ores, a double chest for ingots, and a single chest for casts.

The cast chest was empty because, unfortunately, I needed gold to make them. I also couldn't power the Foundry just yet because it needed lava. I did have a bucket, but I have yet to find lava. Mainly because I haven't even gone mining yet.

As I stepped back to admire the Foundry, I smiled. I loved it. It felt extremely satisfying to see this with my own eyes and not through a computer screen. I wasn't near as tired either. I had been constantly getting stronger since I arrived. It was a slow increase, but one nonetheless.

I turned and went back into my home. I had plans to go mining tomorrow. Knowing myself, I'd be underground for a day, maybe a little longer. I packed plenty of bread and my rations, which I had saved. I knew that soon I'd have to find some berries and plant some bushes. Bread was getting old.

(Viron's PoV- Cave System)

I sat down on a stone chunk and placed a block of cobblestone to block the entrance. It would be a long wait for me to regain my strength. I made another pickaxe, already having broken several.

"Open Inventory."

The now very familiar box appeared and a rather satisfied grin appeared on my face. Three stacks of coal, a stack and a half of iron ore, twenty-three gold ore, a little under two stacks of Redstone and forty-seven Lapis. It was a good haul. Unfortunately, I had no way of telling if I was deep enough for diamonds. F3 simply didn't exist. I tried.

I tried to stick near lava, but it never led to any diamonds. Speaking of lava, I had two tanks of it. I had remembered that the Seared Tank would keep the lava in it, even when broken, so I made another and took them with me. They were both full of lava now, totalling eight buckets.

I stood up with a groan after I felt well enough rested. Then, I started mining a staircase upward, always making sure to mine in front of me incase any gravel falls. I broke out onto the surface and looked around. I was very happy to see the mountain my home was in not far from me. I quickly made my way back, just as the sun was setting.

I entered the clearing as the iconic groans and bones began sounding in the forest. It was blazing with light but I immediately noticed two things wrong. My door was open and my wheat farm had been harvested. I quickly drew my iron sword in my right hand and my machete with my left hand, my off hand.

I entered my home and the main room was empty, like always. My storage room looked the same as always, and my bedroom was clear, yet the bed had obviously been used, evident by the traces of mud and crumpled blanket. Frowning, I threw my cobblestone in a chest and placed the gold in the Foundry. As it smelted and I made casts, I switched on my headphones and started listening to music.

After a time, I had a reinforced iron pickaxe, reinforced iron broadsword, and a basic iron longsword. Now, the longsword doesn't fit any kind of style I'd use. It was purely to test to see of the ability worked. Unfortunately, I had no idea how to use the ability. I drew it and felt a form of energy fill my legs. With a single jump, I jumped up into the tree branches. I smiled.

The longsword's lung ability worked perfectly. It was, in my opinion, the most useful ability in the game. It allowed the wielder to jump several meters up or over. Clearing gaps in caves or escaping fights has never been easier.

Then, I worked on something I considered probably impossible. Would this world allow the creation of new items? I saw no reason why it wouldn't, but I was still concerned it was a waste of time.

Three hours later, I stepped towards the river at the edge of the clearing and smiled at my reflection. I was covered in Iron Armor. Not the usual set though. Using golden casts and molten iron, I managed to make a set of 'Heavy' iron armor. It was thicker in vital places such as the head, neck, and chest. It covered every inch of me including my fingers and toes.

The joints and flexible sections were segmented and overlapping, yet they overlapped in a way that made it near impossible to slip a sword into the gap. Speaking of swords, my three sheathe had been moved. My longsword was on my back, my machete on my right to be used by my left hand, and my broadsword vice versa.

The helmet had drastically changed as well. It was now a closed helmet, having only two slits; one for the eyes and one for the mouth. The armor was incredibly hot, yet surprisingly light. To clarify, it was still heavy as hell, but it was far lighter than it looked. Just walking in it would be a good strength-building exercise. Forget fighting in it.

Feeling restless, I dug three more rooms into the mountain. The first was a kitchen/dining room combo. The second became my new bedroom. The old room became my living room. The third room was left empty.

To recap, you enter the clearing and see the Foundry against the mountainside. Next to it were several chests and crafting interfaces. Across from that was a rather large wheat farm. It consisted of a single water block, with the tilled land extending three blocks in each direction. A full harvest was forty-eight pieces of wheat.

Entering the double doors, there was a six by six living room. To the left was a storage room, the right was a kitchen, and continuing on led to the blank room.

Past the storage room was another blank room where the workshop was before it was moved outside. Past that even further was my new bedroom. After finishing, I went back outside to check the time, wondering if I'd have time to sleep for a bit.

As my music neared a familiar point, I smiled. I loved to sing this part, for no reason whatsoever. I heard the build up and opened my mouth.

"The black magic of Mulholland Drive,

Swimming pools under desert skies,

Drinking white wine in the blushing light,

Just another LA Devo-"

A scream pierced the air, easily heard over my music. I ripped my headphones off and dropped my phone, then drew my machete and broadsword. My longsword was on my back. I was prepared for pretty much anything. I ran toward the source of the screams. I saw light in the distance and smiled. When I neared it and saw the clearing, my smile tried to widen.

Not because of the four Ender Reapers with their scythes at the ready, nor the three girls in a pool of water, one injured, one fine, and one unconscious. No, it was because of the water itself.

It came straight out of my second favorite mod, and my first favorite combat mod. Etherium. I recognized the glowing blue liquid straight out of Ars Magica 2. It would lead to some pretty devastating spells, such as Starfall. Combine that with Entangle, and you'll do massive damage to anything.

I stopped at the edge of the clearing and allowed my mind to slip into overdrive, immediately analyzing the situation. The four Reapers were identical, large black beings with smoke trails instead of legs, two massive wings and a scythe each. They were a familiar enemy.

The girls were the ones I didn't recognize. The unconscious one was wearing a pixelized green hoodie and darker leggings. I couldn't tell, but I was convinced it was a creeper hoodie. She had auburn hair.

The injured one wore a gray vest, gray leggings, and a white shirt. Her hair was platinum blonde, on top of which was a skeleton hat. She also held a bow at the ready, rather useless against anything of the Ender Family. Her injury was a large gash across her stomach, bleeding rapidly.

The third girl, who was fine, was not in the water, rather, she seemed to be avoiding it. She wore a black hoodie with a Enderman beanie and wore dark blue leggings.

The, for now 'Skeleton Girl,' yelled at the 'Enderman Girl.' "Can't you get these things to leave us alone?!"

The Ender Girl replied calmly. "They aren't Endermen. I can't do anything."

She glanced at Creeper Girl and spoke to Skeleton Girl. "Amaryllis, get Lindsey out of here. I'll distract them long enough for you two to find somewhere safe."

Skeleton Girl, now Amaryllis, shook her head. "I'm not leaving you Amber."

At this point, I was finished planning and sheathed my machete and drew my longsword. "Time to drop in on these freaks."

Taking advantage of the ability, I did exactly that. I jumped several meters up and forward, coming down directly on a Reaper. My blades poised, they dug straight into the monster's neck, killing it instantly.

I rolled forward in time to dodge a scythe swing and came up in front of Amber, who I spoke to. "Take my sheathed sword and run the direction I came from. You'll come across a lit clearing. Go into the mountain house and set the unconscious one on a couch. I'll be there shortly. Wait for me to distract them."

Amber nodded and drew my sword and Amaryllis hoisted Ali over her shoulder. They both waited for me to make a move, and so did the Reapers. I cleared my mind and let instinct take over. With a leap, the battle started.

(Amaryllis' PoV- Etherium Clearing)

The gray-clad girl watched, stunned, as the iron savior leapt into the air, several meters up, and with a spin, cleaved open a Reaper's head. She snapped out of it when Amber tapped her.

"We need to go, Amy."

I nodded and followed Amber, slightly slowed by Lindsey's weight and my own injury. After a couple tense minutes with Amber brandishing the man's dark sword, we arrived. Immediately rushing in, I placed Lindsey on a couch.

Amber and I sat down and I couldn't help but review the last few minutes. We were attacked by several Reapers and after Lindsey was knocked out, we were convinced we would die. Then, someone clad in strange iron armor comes flying out of the woods, killing a Reaper, which we had trouble managing. There was five at first. He, for his voice was obviously male, told us where to go to be safe, and used himself as a distraction. Last I saw, he had killed another.

Amber turned to me and asked, "What kind of hybrid do you think he is?"

I smiled slightly. "With that kind of jumping, he must be a Spider."

A tense ten minutes went past with me managing my wound the best I could when the door opened and the iron-clad man walked in. He immediately set his two swords down, both covered in black blood, and went quickly into another room. He came back with a white box that had a red cross.

He seemed to look between me and Lindsey, before he approached me. He crouched down and opened the box, then starting removing things. Then he spoke. "Lift up your shirt for me."

I felt my face turn red. Even though the helmet muffled his voice, his request was unmistakable. Amber looked ready to hit him, too. "W-what?"

He looked up at me and when he spoke, his voice was half amused and half annoyed. "We don't have time for modesty. You're bleeding out and I need to see the wound. I'm not asking you to expose yourself, I just need to see the wound."

I nodded and, still blushing, lifted my shirt enough to expose my stomach, but no farther. Fortunately, he seemed to not be interested in any more. First, he rinsed out the cut with water, then he held up some kind of bottle. "I'm going to spray this on the cut. It'll make sure you don't get infected, but it stings."

"Thanks for the warning." He sprayed the liquid, and it did sting, but was easily bearable. I may have winced, though. Next, he placed a soft pad on the cut and held up a tan cloth roll. "Learn forward, please."

I did so, and he used the cloth to hold the pad in place. He stood up. "There we go. You can pull your shirt back down, I'm done."

Relieved, I covered my stomach again and spoke as he moved to look at Lindsey. "Thank you... She's not badly hurt. She took a hit to the head, but no cuts."

I paused as he felt her neck and stared at her chest. Amber immediately stood up and gripped his shoulder. "What are you doing!"

He barely glanced at her. "I'm checking her neck for her pulse, to make sure her heart is beating. I'm watching her chest for movement to make sure she's still breathing."

Amber, still suspicious, but less wary, sat back down. After a second, he seemed satisfied and turned to Amber. "Any injuries?"

She shook her head and he nodded. He walked back into a side room and came back with several steaks on fired clay plates. He handed one to me, one to Amber, sat one on a table near Lindsey, and kept one himself.

He sat down across from us. He reached up to his helmet and Amber and I shared a look. The moment he pulled it off and showed his eyes, we were surprised.

He was completely human.

A Hybrid's eyes will show what kind of mob they were. Amber's eyes had a purple haze to them. Mine were an extremely light color, and Lindsey's held a black tint. His eyes were completely normal. They were ice blue with no other characteristics.

He looked up at us as he used a knife to cut the steak, and we did the same. "Who are you three and why were you in the woods at night?"

I spoke up. "I'm Amaryllis, or Amy."

My black-clad friend spoke next. I'm Amber, and she's Lindsey. Who are you?"

He seemed to accept our unspoken refusal to answer his second question. He grinned a rougeish grin and spoke enthusiastically. "I'm Viron, and I vaguely know where I am, I have no idea how I got here, and I have no clue how to get back home.

TBC

Well, that's Chapter 1. This is my first time writing a story in First Person. I've always written in Third. I'm not too sure how to feel about it. If I get enough people asking, I'll change to Third Person, but I plan on staying First.

This is also the longest, single chapter I've written. Most of the time, I balance out at about 3K, yet this one is far past it. Tell me what yIou think about the new length.