Welcome to a brand new series, Lords of the Stone! If you've ever seen "Justice Lords" from the justice league cartoon series from the 2000's, you'll probably have a decent idea what it's like. Not exactly, but similar to it in a few ways. Review if you'd like to see more! PS: This is more humanoid designs, similar to that of fanart, not the blocky look of minecraft, more human.

WARNING: PROFANITY IN THIS STORY, (AND MUCH MORE IN LATER)

Rain, that's all there was for the famous city of Beacon Town. It poured and poured, pounding the roofs of the houses unrelenting, so hard you could hear it from inside. Lighting flashed, sometimes unleashing a bolt on the ground, or a very lucky creeper. As it was night, it was pitch black, only the occasional flash of lightning illuminating the streets. While some people liked to watch from their window unable to sleep, or kept awake from the fear of storms, or slept straight through it. Then there were the unlucky ones.

Inside a very nice looking bedroom, a boy with a white shirt and red suspenders lied in his bed. His brownish hair, not too long but not too short. If his eyes were open one could seen his deep green eyes. Unluckily he wasn't awake.

The boy would move his arms or legs just a little bit on occasion, his face turning from side to side slowly. His face drenched in sweat, his expression that of obvious distress. If it were not from the storm, anyone in the house could of heard him. Occasionally letting out a small cries of "No... please don't. Don't leave me please..."

His labored breathing was clearly audible, if one strained to hear it outside of the thunderstorm which raged on from outside. Gasping for breath, which would transition to a more calm state. Then to a more deep breaths, as if one had nearly drowned and was now surfaced and greedily drinking in the oxygen from above.

Nothing else stirred in the house, except the tree branches scratching the window, but even that unsettling sound was completely drowned out by the sounds of the heavy droplets of water hitting the house.

Then a new noise could be heard. The sound of wood creaking open which dragged on for three seconds before stopping. Nothing seemed to have been affected. Except the shadow of a figure which slowly moved across the room, placing its stepped precisely to avoid parts of the floor which would of made noise, as if it had done this several times before. The shadow arriving at the bed of the distressed boy.

Lightning flashed once more, revealing the figure looming over the boys bed. An orange haired girl, with a blue bandanna and standard clothes reached over to the boy.

"Jesse. Wake up." the girl said as her hand pressed against his shoulder. No response. She tried again. "Jesse."

Suddenly the boy known as Jesse, the famous hero of Beacontown, retaliated. His arms reached out, as if to protect him from an unknown attacker. The girl didn't expect this, and panicked for a second before grabbing his arms to stop his swinging. "Jesse stop! Wake up!" Jesse stopped, and gasping for air, his eyes flew wide open, and he shot straight up into a sitting position.

"Jesse?" Jesse looked over at at the girl who looked at him with concerned eyes.

"P- Petra?" Jesse managed to choke out. Petra, one of the other heroes of Beacontown, nodded.

"What was it about?" Jesse's eyes began to water again, his breathing uneasy. "R-Reu-"

Lightning crashed dangerously close, startling Jesse greatly to the point of silently crying from sadness, and terrified. He crawled into a ball in his bed. As if used to this, Petra silently embraced Jesse and began to whisper words of comfort to the terrified boy.

He relaxed, no longer in a ball, but he still sobbed, tears ran down his curved cheek and dropped onto his bed. The girl could only hold him as his body wracked with sobs. She whispered words of comfort and reassurance to him, hoping to calm him. Petra's own legs ached in the odd position, as she was still standing, readjusted her posture to sit on Jesse's bed. This not being the first time it happened, she gave him a hug of reassurance.

"S-Sorry for waking y-you," Jesse managed to choke out. Petra's face had a look of understanding, to Jesse's relief. "No worries, man." Petra said sadly. She wish she could take Jesse's night terrors away, and get back to his old self where they'd swap stories when they camped away from the treehouse. Back in the old days... Now Jesse would sleep awfully, and it was noticeable on his face when he walked around BeaconTown, he'd look awful, with messy hair and tired eyes with eyelids threatening to drop at any moment. He'd be extremely difficult to interact with as well. Delayed responses, and slurred words. For better or worse, most of the townspeople realized this, and would keep conversations with Jesse to a minimum, as in using one words responses or asking casual questions, such as "How was your day?" or, "How are you?" And his brain usually came up with the same tired responses to the questions almost every single time.

Petra was unknown to it, but Jesse was grateful for not telling anyone, except a few close friends about his nighttime dreams, which he was ok with. They probably deserved to know anyways, and they would have been displeased with him keeping a secret like that. Jesse felt his thoughts waver, as exhaustion had come to remind him that it was time to go to sleep. He was too tired to cry anymore.

"Mmmthanks Petra," Jesse slurred. Petra smiled in response. Only then she realized the brown haired boy was fast asleep. Though this greatly pleased Petra, as this was one of the best scenarios, and Jesse had gone back to bed rather quickly. Well, when it came to worst case scenarios...

"HELP ME! HELP ME PLEASE!" Screamed the boy as he was borderline convulsing on his bed, screaming. "JESSE, WAKE UP WE'RE HERE," Petra shouted, shaking him as Olivia, Axel, and Lukas stood with horrified expressions plastered on their faces. Tears threatened to spill out from Petra's eyes, obviously distraught.

It had never happened before, sometimes they heard him tossing or turning and mumbling to himself. It had been midnight, and Petra liked staying up. She was getting ready to take off her bandana when she heard it.

Screaming. Screams full of fear came from Jesse's room loudly. She didn't remember how she got to Jesse's room, her instincts took over and sprinted, finding herself at his room. The rest of the gang shortly joined after. This had never, ever happened before. And they hoped it'd never happen again.

She shuddered as she got up from Jesse's bed. That was not a pleasant memory. It was a while back ago, but she still felt greatly unsettled by the memory. She had her fingers crossed that it would not happen again. She closed the door and silently trekked in the direction of her room.

"Nightmare?" Said a voice, startling her slightly. Petra glared in the direction of the person who addressed her. A blond male with a jacket with an ocelot on the back stared back at her. Petra's expression softened. "Oh, hi Lukas. And yeah, not too horrible this time at least. I got him to calm down a bit quicker." Lukas nodded, obviously relieved that it was settled.

Lightning flashed once more. The crack that followed the flash seemed to take a bit longer than last time. It meant the storm had a chance of going away, and no strorm would mean everyone would sleep better. Lukas munched on a cookie he'd swiped from the snack storage. "Well," Petra said, "I'm headed back to bed, sleep well Lukas." Lukas nodded. "You as well Petra."

Satisfied, Petra went back to her room, and took off her bandana and dropped it by her bed. She realized she was a lot more tired then she was before. It WAS Jesse who woke her, and it was definitely past midnight, as she went to bed at midnight usually. She could of looked at the moons position in the sky, but she couldn't exactly see it with the current weather anyways. Petra sighed in exhaustion, and got into her bed, her eyelids heavy. Jesse would be fine for the rest of the night. She'd see him tomorrow. Finally she closed her eyes, and fell fast asleep.

Little did she know, somewhere far away... Petra was going to bed as well. Well, another Petra.

The night was quiet, the only sound emanating from outside was crickets, and the soft rustle of tree branches moving in the wind. The only thing not in rhythm with the quiet sounds outside was Petra, who was in her bed, yet wide awake. She hadn't even bothered taking off her red bandana which clamped comfortably on her head. Maybe she would of bothered going to sleep, if it was the old days. Petra just stared at the ceiling, she wasn't in the mood for sleeping. Either exhaustion, or her eyes losing focus caused her vision to waver. The ceiling almost seemed to morph, as if it was alive. Petra however, was unfazed. It wasn't the first time the the ceiling almost seemed to come alive and reach out. She dreaded going asleep, tomorrow was just going to be as stupid as today, and she wasn't in the mood. Well, nowadays she always wasn't in the best of moods. Wasn't her fault, everyone else was usually pissy. How was that her fault? She tried to be positive, its what Je...

She cursed to herself. "Damn it." The thought of him slithered into her train of thought. The thought of him made her heart ache. She didn't want to think about it, but now she found herself climbing out of her bed, and going out of her door. The soft wool carpet covering the wood flooring slightly dampening the sound of the creak of the wood against her feet. Petra wanted to stop, but she just kept walking, why was she doing this? How many times will this happen? In a matter of seconds, she found herself at her destination.

Jesse's room. It should have been boarded up years ago, but no one would have the courage to go in after what happened. None of them could. Notch knows how much dust was in there anyways. She sighed, not daring to open the door, but slid down onto the floor and crawled into a small ball, her back pressing against the door. The memories already flooding back to her, whether she liked it or not.

The group cheered as the Wither Storm fell onto the earth's crust with a loud bang, It's 3 corpses going limp as it crashed against the surface. As it's bodies lie still on the ground, Petra could of sworn she was feeling better already, as if the Wither sickness was vanishing from her body.

"Hey, you're looking better already!" Said a cheerful voice from behind. Petra looked and saw Axel and Olivia waving to her, with Lukas coming to join them. She smiled cheerfully. Even Gabriel who trailed behind, was starting to get less pale, albeit a bit slower. But it was a start! He didn't seem to have recovered from the sickness just yet though, as he was a bit excited. "Wow, did you see that? It just fell from the sky! Quite a spectacle, I must admit! How did we beat it again?" Petra turned back to the dead monster, and saw and saw movement under some of the tentacles. She felt some nerves fire up at the thought of maybe some of the endermen decided to stick around? But the figure pushed the tentacle off of itself, and Petra saw...citizens, alive? "Guys, look!" Petra cried. "We gotta help them!"

Nodding, the group ran in the direction of the people who needed the assistance, Petra scanned the area herself, mostly destroyed buildings and limp tentacles. They rushed, helping the people in need. Their actions made Petra smile, they'd always do the right thing. She was counting on it. Tossing her She heard, a slight noise, a noise only a sharp ear like hers could hear. Gasping. It was pained, and sharp. She didn't know why, but she felt like something wasn't good about that. She stumbled over, rushing to the small noises, and stopped in her tracks.

Jesse. JESSE was sprawled on the ground. The boy's brown hair was uneven and messy, a small blood stream coming out of his mouth. A little blood anyone could handle, especially Petra, but her eyes wandered down his body, and she slammed a hand over her mouth to stop her gag reflex.

Protruding out of Jesse's stomach was a rather thick tree branch, about half as thick as Jesse's own arm. He stared wide eyed in panic,hands hovering around the branch, but never going to pull. His breathing was labored, and he gasped, not having the energy to scream. Petra's stupor shook off, and she sprinted towards Jesse, trying extremely hard not to panic."Jesse! Jesse?" She cried as she reached the poor boy struggling to move. The branch she noted, was grotesquely covered with blood. Jesse could not even move his head, but he managed to look in the direction of the girl at his side now. Petra intertwined her fingers with his, and he instinctively grasped back, almost reflexive. She knew she should be calling for help, for a doctor or a medic, anyone at all, but horror had taken it's vice like grip around the orange haired girl's heart and refused to let go. The boy seemed to relax just a little upon the sight of Petra.

"P-Petra..." Jesse managed to say. He was crying now, scared, injured, and dying. Petra broke on the sight of a tear running down his cheek, and she began to cry also. "Jesse, it's okay, we can get help you're going to be okay, alright?" She said, but she knew she was talking to herself in a poor attempt to calm herself down.

Jesse gasped, and he spasmed. "Petra...M'scared Petra. I don't want to die." Petra wanted to tell him that he was gonna be okay, and that he wasn't going to die today, not ever. But even she knew that was impossible. Deep down as much as she denied, this was the end. Panic begun to overtake her state of mind.

"Oh notch, Jesse don't die please, I can't do this without you Jesse! Don't leave me!"

Jesse responded by squeezing his hand even harder. He began to breathe even harder, eyes wide. "Petra I don't want to leave, I w-want to st-stay. Please d-don't let me go." Jesse seemed to want to say more, but was abruptly cut off by him coughing and vomiting blood. Jesse began dry heaving short after, a fresh amount of new tears spilling down his cheeks. Petra resorted from holding his hand to almost cradling the dying boy. Jesse lifted his arm to Petra's cheek, and the girl responded by instinctively leaning into his touch. "P-Petra, I...I..." Jesse let out a sigh, and went limp.

"Jesse?" Petra said, her blood turning cold. "Jesse, wake up." The boy was still. "Jesse! WAKE UP!" She didn't even notice her hands were now soaked with his blood. "Jesse this isn't funny wake up! I can't..." She let out a howl of agony and pounded her fists into his chest, not even noticing the gash on her arm from scraping the sharp chunk of wood sticking out of his stomach.

She could only scream now, not even hearing her friends from behind discover the gruesome scene of Petra holding a limp Jesse, tree branch sticking out of his body.

She felt her eyes dry, unable to produce more tears. Why can't she get the image of his eyes out of her head? His face full of terror, latching onto Petra. Begging her not to let him die, he wanted to stay...

"What the hell are you doing?" said a voice from the side. Petra looked up and saw a boy with red dyed hair, and a red jacket, looking at her like she was doing a handstand in public. Petra just glared at him. "The hell do you want, Lukas?" Petra said icily, giving him her trademark glare at anyone who pissed her off enough.

Lukas just narrowed his eyes. "You're sitting in the hallway in the middle of the night, and wide awake and look like you've been crying." For some reason, that really irked her. She she clenched her fists in frustration. "Why should you give a damn? Go away Lukas."

For a split second, she swore she saw...concern flash in his eyes? Must of been a trick of the lights or something. Lukas looked like he wanted to say something, then sighed and walked off, back to his room most likely. Petra shook head, as if the physical act would clear her thoughts from her mind. She sat back up to stand, eyes dried. The girl felt exhausted, her mourning her dead friend physically exhausting her to the point where her body demanded sleep. She happily obliged, sluggishly walking to her room and slamming the door behind her, not caring for waking anyone. She tore off her red bandana and threw it on the floor. She borderline fell onto her bed, and yanked the blankets onto her slightly chilled body. She fell asleep almost immediately.

Jesse felt a slight warmth on his eyelids, as he was no longer asleep, and his body was ready to start the day. He groaned in response. "Alright alright." Jesse sat up and rubbed his eyes, the warmth of the sun involuntarily waking him up. What would he be doing today anyway? The repairs in BeaconTown were almost wrapping up, only a few houses had severe damages that needed repair. He'd probably ask Olivia, not like Axel was very professional with repairing, destroying stuff was Axel's thing. He groaned, and threw his legs over the edge of the bed and resting his feet on the floor. Time to get the day started then.

Petra had a small smile when she saw Jesse come out of his room. "Hey Jesse, how are you feeling?" Jesse shrugged. "Not too bad, I didn't have any nightmares or anything last night, so pretty good." For some odd reason, that made Petra's smile vanish. A more unsettled expression was on her face. "Really? You didn't have any?" Odd, he thought she would be happy for him. "Yeah, I don't remember anything, isn't that good?"

The orange haired girl seemed to force a smile, thankfully Jesse didn't seem to notice. "No no! That's great! I'm glad! Well the repairs are going pretty well in BeaconTown, so I'm guessing you want to help out?" Jesse pondered for a minute, but Petra raised an eyebrow when she saw a smile smile on his face. "Actually..." Jesse began. "How about we go on an adventure in a cave? I could use some action and monster slaying."

Apparently that had been the right thing to say, Petra's expression lit up like a rocket, she had a very noticeable smile on her face now. "R-Really? No business stuff?" Jesse nodded, amused at her childlike reaction, like a kid getting his first diamond. "No business stuff. What do you say we go on an adventure?" Petra nodded. "I'll go get my sword!" She ran off, her day been made. Her joy made Jesse smile, at least she had been keeping good spirits.

And that's the first chapter of this new story I'm doing, please review what you think of it so far! It's a brand new project, since my other minecraft story has been straining me a bit. Hope you enjoyed, bye!