Petra had burst into the room with her sword unsheathed, nearly slicing the table in half in the process. Petra looked... feral. Her gold eyes glinted with malevolence that Jesse had never seen- not directed at her, anyway- and she could hear this faint, soft growl rising from her throat.

Behind her, Lukas casually walked into the room, his blue eyes icy cold as he observed everything silently, not even making a sound. Soren came in after him, giving Jesse this irritated look and crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall, glaring at her. Gabriel barely even glanced at Jesse, looking a bit lazy but eyes narrowed as he stared coldly at her. Jesse just met his gaze for a moment, before he had looked away again and was just standing there.

Ivor trailed in a minute later, dark blue eyes flickering up so he looked at her, his hand raising in a little wave, before he retreated to the corner of the room. Magnus lifted one hand in a wave as well, kind of hunched down, before he moved aside so Aiden and the Blaze Rods (or were they Ocelots in this world?) could walk in. Aiden's celery-green eyes looked up at Jesse's, and immediately dropped, and he scurried over to the corner of the room, Maya and Gill shifting aside so Olivia could walk in, slamming the door so that it echoed throughout the obsidian room. She dragged Jesse's chair a bit further away from the group of rather hostile people, the chair scraping against the floor. Jesse winced as the ropes dug into her wrists, but she didn't say anything. She also tried not to gasp as the ropes squashed her lungs for a moment.

"All right," Olivia said sharply, "Axel and I have interrogated the prisoner, and have concluded that she is, in fact, not our Jesse. We don't know where she's from, but I think she'll be glad to explain to the whole group, won't you, Jesse?"

Jesse raised an eyebrow at Olivia's threatening tone, but didn't retaliate. She wanted to know where she was, what sort of world she was in once going through the odd Nether Portal. It'd probably be best to start with the basics. "Sure. Um, I come from a world where there's only one moon, and during the night, mobs come out."

"Oh, wow," Gabriel drawled, raising his eyebrow mockingly at the black-haired girl, "so exactly like every single world in existence?"

"Not really, there are many different worlds with different attributes. For example, there's one world which is composed of, like, 99 percent sheep, and then another one where gravity turns like, ninety degrees, oh, and then there's Fire World, which doesn't have nighttime..." Jesse shuddered a little bit at a few of the memories, oblivious to the stares she was getting. "Sorry, I'm getting a bit off track, here. In my world, I'm a member of the New Order of the Stone. I-"

"BULLSHIT."

Jesse jumped a bit at the sudden outburst, swiveling her head to look at an enraged Soren. He glared at her. "There's only one Order of the Stone, and I am the leader of it!"

"Well, technically there's three, now..."

Magnus coughed slightly, from where he was lurking in the back of the room. "She did say she came from a different world. Maybe all of us died and were replaced by a new Order." He shrank a bit when Soren turned his glare onto the rogue.

"It's difficult to believe," he said, voice clipped, "that any version of me can die and be replaced by a child."

Jesse gave him a sad sort of glance. It was clear that this version of Soren was rather temperamental and not terribly pleasant to be around- a deviation of the... debatably charming Soren she used to know.

"Well, good news, you didn't die. Nobody died except Ellegaard." She determinedly didn't look anywhere in Reuben's direction. Magnus shuddered a bit at the name. "Ellegaard died by helping my friends and me stop the Witherstorm. Um, you guys know what a Witherstorm is, right?"

"A maggot that deserves to burn and broil in its own filth," Petra snarled.

"Oh. I guess you do know what it is then. It really nearly destroyed the entire world until we banded together to destroy it. We managed to do that, and all of us were labeled as the New Order of the Stone-"

"Wait, you destroyed the Storm?" Ivor asked, staring at Jesse. "How? Is there a weakness?"

Jesse bobbed her head up and down in a nod. "Yeah. Ivor made a failsafe from the block that was controlling it. Didn't you?" she asked him. Ivor looked rather sheepish for a moment. "No... I sort of... forgot."

Soren gave him a leer as Jesse gave him a flat look. "I would facepalm, if it were not for the fact that my hands have fallen asleep. So it's still out there, then?"

Lukas spoke up for the first time since he'd entered the room... or, well, at all. "Yes. And being controlled by you, to be precise."

Jesse stared at her blonde friend, completely confused, a lost sort of feeling spiraling through herself.

Her?

Control the Witherstorm?

As Soren had just said, bullshit. She'd rather eat her own sword than willingly control the monster Ivor had created. The monster that had killed Ellegaard, that had killed Reuben.

But... after hearing about her counterpart...

"No," she said softly, staring at him, shaking her head slightly. "I would never do that..."

Lukas tilted his head slightly, eyes still cold. "Are you sure? You abandoned us as soon as you got your hands on it-"

Jesse shook her head again, eyes dropping to the floor. She was pretty sure this haunted look came over her face. The Witherstorm's victims... her friends, Petra, Gabriel, Ellegaard, Reuben... she'd abandoned her friends in this world just so she could control it?

"That's not me," she said, raising her eyes back to him, voice cracking a bit. "That Jesse..." It was a good thing ropes were tying every part of Jesse down; otherwise she'd been shivering so much she'd be practically vibrating. "That Jesse is not me."

A/N: Wow, no reviews! xD Well, I hope you like this so far!

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