This is the sequel to Triumph in Strangerlands. If you haven't read it, I'll recap for you; Friends Damian and Nixon escape the clutches of Herobrine when they are sucked into the game and now, 1 month later, find themselves still on the run in the snowy Taiga.


~Damian~

The dancing flames of our campfire ensnare me in it's spell as it flickers side to side, long arms of flame waving into the night sky. I lie beneath a canopy of low-hanging vines, waiting for Nixon to finish the hunt. I think back to the past month and all that had happened. Herobrine must still be out to get us. The likes of him, I know, would never let any witness escape alive. I know he regrets what he did, I heard him say so, but now that he's done what he's done, he cannot show mercy. Trina's death cry still rings in my head whenever I pause to think, and I remember the looks of sheer horror on the faces of the others as Trina died, blood seeping out from the gaping wound on her chest. I know for a fact that they are dead too, I saw their bodies being carried out and buried. My own thoughts are killing me, when will Nixon return...and where are Eden's remains?

~Nixon~

The scent of beef fills the night air as I approach a herd of bovine in the plains bordering our Jungle campsite. A small calf stands up high, ears pricked, as it hears me approach it. I take out a bow and arrow, and aim carefully, drawing back as I target one of the fatter cows. Meuhhh. It screams once before hitting the ground, dead, my arrow piercing it's left eye. The others cry in alarm, before scattering. I approach the dead cow, and begin ripping out the good pieces of meat and skin with a shard of rock I had found earlier. Stuffing them into my inventory sack, I hurry back to our base, me and Damian's. Upon arrival, I spot a strange, blocky character in the distance. He looks around slowly, and that's when I realize his eyes were glowing white. Herobrine is coming. We have to run.

~Damian~

Nixon's face reflects both of our moods right now, grim, and scared. "We must leave camp now," He says. "Herobrine is close." I nod, and begin to pack up our most important things, like weapons and food. Nixon secures the camp before coming back to me, and together we kill the fire and leave without trace.

~Nixon~

Dawn is breaking upon the eastern horizon. We must hurry before daylight. A lazy river flows slowly before us, each movement stiff and un-natural. I look back at the jungle that we had just left, then ahead, into a snowy forest. We drop our precious golds and swim to the other side. The water is cold fire.