A/N: Trying out something new for this one because that's always fun. This had a similar problem with the sixth chapter where I knew what I wanted to write all I needed was the motivation. In the end though, this chapter came out really well in my opinion! So I hope you guys enjoy this and here's to 10 drabble/one-shots around the Hardcore series.

Disclaimers: I don't own anything as per the usual. There are some Minecraft Hardcore 2 spoilers here by the way.

Adventures come with many things. A long gruelling journey, great rewards and depending on how dangerous the situation is, death. Death has always been a topic associated with fear for many adventurers. Sacrifice is another thing that people sometimes believe will happen in adventure.

Kyrak paused for a brief moment, wondering if that would sound good. It sounded believable to him at least. It was an interesting idea to try and work with but it probably wasn't wise to use. He really wished he could make himself a book with a feather but the group needed feathers and leather for more important things than a book he could write poetry ideas in. He decided not to let it bother him since this probably wouldn't get published.

The weird thing about sacrifice is that, even if a prophet or something were to tell you that there would be a great sacrifice in your adventure, you can't guess what sort of sacrifice would it be. They are never specific on what type of sacrifice it will be. Would it be sacrificing something so you can move on in your journey? Would be someone else sacrificing their own life?

You never really know. Journeys are so unpredictable with things like that. Sacrifices don't always happen but when they do, reactions are different. You wonder whether or not it was the right thing to do as a group or for a one person to do. But what if you were the one who had to make the sacrifice, then what would you do? It wouldn't be that easy would it?

"Hey."

Kyrak felt his heart jump as he broke out of his train of thought. He looked up from staring at the ground, and noticed Tim standing near the staircase. "We were wondering where you went. How did you get up here?"

"Uhh…" he started. There was little harm in telling him the truth "I may or may not have crawled up here while the rest of you were busy…"

A look of concern washed over Tim's face. "You shouldn't be doing things like that to your leg." He took one step towards where Kyrak sat but still kept his distance "That might not help it heal."

"I just wanted to come up here to relax." And it wasn't like it was doing a good job healing from what they'd seen.

"It's gotten pretty dark though." Tim looked up at the starry sky as the sound of a spider could be heard a bit farther away from their house. He looked back to Kyrak and asked "Why didn't you ask anyone to help you?"

Kyrak bit his lip, not wanting to tell him that he overheard their conversation. If he told him, things would just get awkward so he lied about it. "You all seemed busy with something and out of it so I didn't want to bother you guys. You could say I got a bit desperate considering I went up myself ignoring the state my leg is in."

Tim had a mix of suspicion and worry on his face "Are you sure that's it?"

"Of course." he said with as much spirit as he could muster "I mean, I guess I have been kinda worried about what'll happen to this adventure. Everything doesn't seem to be going right and the mood seems a bit lower since Dean died. Other than that, that's basically all I've been thinking about."

He looked at his injured leg. It always struck him as strange how he got minor injuries on his wrist and other leg and they healed relatively quickly. His leg hadn't shown to get any better. As a matter of fact, recently, it had only gotten worse.

"You know…" started Tim "If there's anything else then you can tell me. I don't mind listening and helping out how I can."

"There's nothing else, really." he replied. He hoped that Tim wasn't good with seeing through lies or would just brush it off. He wasn't fine because he couldn't get their words out of his head. The decision had been made and there was no way he could say something against it. This wasn't something he had much of a choice in. It's not like it was a bad decision. For all he knew, it was the best decision they could make. At least he was going to make himself think there wouldn't be any consequences in the long run.

"Just talk to me if this keeps bothering you. I'll be glad to help." finished Tim. After that, he didn't carry on with the conversation which he was grateful for. Tim walked over to where Kyrak sat and looked past the balcony. The two of them stayed in mutual silence. Kyrak thought it'd be a good time to keep planning but frankly, thinking anymore about sacrifice would probably just bother him so he gave up for now.

"Can you help me get back down?"

Tim flinched a bit, but quickly regained his composure. He turned to Kyrak and said "Already?"

"I'm ready to go back." he explained "I need some rest and get today out of my mind."

"Sure." replied Tim.

He helped Kyrak stand up, making sure the poet didn't put too much weight on his injured leg. "Is this good?"

"Yeah." replied the poet pirate "You're good."

Before Tim could start moving towards the stairs, Kyrak stopped him "Wait, take me there first. There's just one more thing I'd like to see."

He pointed in the direction of the other side of the roof. "Alright." replied Tim.

They moved towards the other side of the roof, Tim being as careful as always. It was a bit slow but it was fine. The sight past the railings were clear, showing a gravestone cross standing in front of the house. There was a sign on it and it couldn't be read from this height but they both knew what it said. "It's sad to just look at it." commented Kyrak.

"It is…" mused Tim.

Kyrak started imagining something in his mind as he looked at the gravestone. In his mind, he saw another gravestone sitting next to it, also having a sign. Another gravestone in the respect of someone else. Despite how high they were, he knew what the sign said. It probably wouldn't say exactly that but it'd have the same gist. A part of him wanted to bring up the scenario to Tim. Not directly of course. He knew he'd understand though and he had a way on bringing it up. "Who do you think has the chance of dying next?"

"What, are we making bets now?" replied Tim with a joking tone to his voice.

"Well…" started Kyrak. "I guess I want to know if you can see it too."

"See what?"

He raised his arm out and drew a cross in the air at the place next to the gravestone

"If you can see another gravestone sitting next to Dean's and if you know whose name will be on the sign."

There was an awkward silence between the two of them. Tim didn't say a word, contemplating what Kyrak had said. Kyrak looked at him and he had a look of realization once he managed to take it all in. The only thing Tim said in response was "I… I guess I can see it…"