Sky's POV:
We started our journey not even 30 minutes ago, and I am already soaked to the core. My Soggy hair and clothes are sticking to my skin, making me uncomfortable. I even had to take off my sunglasses because the water kept getting into my eyes, making me unable to see clearly in the dark, good thing it is dark out. My shoes keep getting stuck within the mud, making it hard to walk without falling. I look back to my friends, to make sure that they are doing fine with the mud.
Ssundee is actually still wearing his sunglasses, but they seem to be hindering his sight a little. Every few minutes he adjusted them to get the water out of his eyes from the runoff. Husky was basically fine since he is a mudkip, but the mud is still slowing him down a little bit. Jason was doing good as well, since his suit is basically waterproof. He had a little windshield wiper going over his helmet, keeping his vision clear. Jerome was carrying a sleeping Mitch, trying not to trip from the sludgy mud and his center of balance from carrying Mitch being trown off. Mitch had his hood up, shielding the bacca a little bit from the rain. It took me a second to find Deadlox. He was parkouring through the trees and rocks, free from the mud, his headphones glowing a light green. It illuminated a part of his face, but I couldn't tell if it was just the green light or not, but I swore his eyes were red. Then I feel my balance shifting, and I almost faceplant into the mud, if it weren't for my quick reflexes. My friends ask if I'm ok, and I am. The rain finally stops, almost as though it wanted to see me fall before it decipated.
I motioned for everyone to take a break when I couldn't see the beacon to Craft City anymore. We all stopped in a small clearing surrounded by birch trees. There was a lot of foliage and flowers. Looking at the setting moon, I noticed that the sun would be up soon, and I put back on my special sunglasses. In the dark, my eyes brobably looked a light brown, but its not. I notice that my group is tired, and I fix my stance to look tired as well as I sit on a rock, leaning against a birch tree.
"Lets rest a little. We have gone quite a ways even though we were slowed by mud. Also, we don't want to collapse from exhaustion." Almost as soon as I said that, Ssundee found an almost dry patch of grass, and faceplanting, asleep not even a second later. I wonder if he'll get another crazy dream. We all know he is part witch, except for his friend Crainer, who should have already put the facts together. Sometimes, Ssundee will have odd dreams of the future or a path we have to take. It takes so much energy even if hes asleep, that he hates waking up early. Jerome set Mitch down by a tree, sat down beside him, and fell asleep. I find it odd how Jerome lets Mitch sleep so much, but I don't dwell on the thought. Husky is sleepily drawing, no doubt he'll fall asleep soon. Jason is leaning against a small birch reading a book. Deadlox jumped into a tree and fell asleep on a low branch. I too started to feel sleepy, and I unknowingly dozed off.
Ssundees POV:
When we entered th clearing, Sky sat down on a rock tiredly. I could tell with my hightened senses, that he wasn't really tired, but I didn't really care that he was faking, when he was also putting the group into consideration.
"Lets rest a little. We have gone quite a ways even though we were slowed by mud. Also, we don't want to collapse from exhaustion." As soon as he said that, I spotted a dry patch of grass, and faceplanted onto the soft ground, not even caring that my glasses became a little crooked, as I fell unconcious. At first, everything around me was a dark, swirling grey. Then a dark oak forest appeared. I could instantly tell this was the future, the moon was possibly a few days or even tomarrow ahead. I walked down the path, following the magic in the area. I came across a clearing. I stood on an old mossy cobblestone path, broken peices of what used to be a village all around me. I could see a figure moving. I then felt fear as the village dissapeared in fire, and I was no longer in a normal vision. A lot of my magic was starting to be used, and I couldn't figure out why. Another world materialized.
I gasped, it was a battleground, and something told me that there was no respawn. It was a mountain, smoke was covering almost everything and a small rumbling suggested a volcano, something rare in Minecraftia. I saw blood and seven blurry people fighting something big an large. The creature moved what looked to be a claw, and cut one in half. I felt sick whenever some smoke cleared, showing Jerome on the ground with one half of him missing. Blood pouring from the wound. I turned aroud with eyes full of tears, not wanting to see. I felt as though there should have been eight people, maby someone on the journy. Hearing a screetch, I turned around, and my heart litterally stopped. My friends, including me, were all dead. The creature resembled a wolf as it tore flesh from a body, eating it. I gasped and the creature noticed me. That is not right, I am a watcher, I cannot be known within a vision. The creature lunged at me, and I could feel a claw going straight through me. I coughed up blood, collapsing. Then the vision dissapeared, waking me up.
I sat up quickly but silently, as to not wake my friends. My crooked sunglasses fell off, but I didn't care. I couldn't see straight, and I checked to make sure my heart was still going. I stood, my sunglasses falling to the ground as I tried to clear my vision. Grabbing my glasses and putting them back on, I heard some rustling within the trees. But before I could check it, I was tackled.
Skys POV:
I woke up from a dreamless sleep by the sound of coughing. I stood, popping my back as I stretched. The suns position showed it was near 8:00. Glancing around the clearing, I saw everyone else but Ssundee was awake, their attention was focused on him.
"Is he okay?" I wispered to Husky, trying not to wake up Ssundee. Husky only shrugged.
"He was wimpering, then crying, and now he's coughing," Deadlox answered. Ssundee moved in his sleep, clutching his stomache as though in pain, but we could not see his face at our vantage point.
He then sat up quickly, his sunglasses falling off. His eyes were wide, and the pupils were pinpricks. His eyes weren't derped, that was something his twin, Derp, had. Instead it looked a bright electric blue, with a small hint of red around the pupil. They seemed to spark a little each breath he took. His hand went to his chest, and I instantly felt worried. When he stood, I noticed that blood was coming from his mouth. He picked up his sunglasses, turning to a rustling sound in the woods, I'm sure it was a bunny, and I signalled Mitch to tackle him.
I apologize for the long wait. I decided to change the direction the story was going. I like this version much better. I also like using POVs a lot better than writing in third person. Any kind of critique is welcome.