I am so, so sorry.

I haven't updated since last year and this is because, honestly, I'm just too lazy.

So, just to make up for it, I'll try to upload three chapters this month and I'll search up and study on how to make stories better.

What I have been doing in my stories is that I am trying to write every single detail.

For example: The smell of musk and roses filled the thick summer air, leaving the brunette's lungs feeling feathery and light.

That sentence is what I need, but I usually do sentences like this: He took a deep breath, and used his hands to balance his self as he seated.

Now, that's just stupid ('Used his hands to balance his self').

So what I'm going to do is to use less details (to make it less boring) and make it more 'mental' than 'physical'.

Lol dis iz takn 2 lng so im gna tlk liek dis nw.

Lukas's POV

I placed my last two quartz blocks on the wall, and took a few steps back to admire my work. Me and the rest of the Ocelots reinforced the walls of the temple, as the walls were falling down after years of rotting and we feared that monsters would swarm the place.

I then headed back to the temple. The wooden bridge, that I had made, over a large ditch, that I also had made, creaks under my feet as I walk. Once I reach the hallway, I stop and take in the view. The cracks and holes in the walls allowed the late morning sun to shine through, filtering into the vines dangling from the rotting ceiling. Dust and other particles floated down softly, and as I blew out, the disturbed dust swirled out from the sunlight, unseen and invisible once again.

I lay down my worn out pickaxe on a cracked stone brick and I slumped against the wall. I gasped as loose stones fell out of their hiding space and tumbled down to land on my head.

I close my eyes and listen to the chirping of birds. Something that I hadn't heard for a very long time. Back at my old town, birds used to nest in the trees and the chimneys, and the smaller boys had to take their nests out and take the eggs back to the market to sell.

When I finally left the village to join the Ocelots I hadn't seen or heard any birds at all ever since the Enderstorm was created, so why were the birds here?

"God dammit, Maya! You had one flipping job, and all you had to do was build a wall!" I heard Aiden scream, and whimpering was heard. I couldn't stand up. I was too tired to do anything about it.

"Hey! Don't you dare talk to her like that!" Axel yelled back.

"I can talk to her any way I like. Now move it, loser!"

"You. Take. That. Back!"

"Guys! Please! S-stop! I- "

"Shut it, woman!"

I fell asleep to the rising voices shouting over each other.

I awoke in the same spot I was earlier on, and I discovered that it was night. Darkness overwhelmed the whole building and a soft glow of torches emitted from the other side of the hallway.

I pulled myself up groggily, then stumbled my way towards the map room. I peered inside to see torches everywhere to give the place some decent light. A large red carpet covered the floor to make it more cozy. The room was silent except for the soft breathing of Maya on the carpet next to an almost burnt out fire, the red material stained in tears, and the occasional wind rattling the grubby glass panes showing a brownish moon. Aiden and Gill were staring intently at the fire, glancing at me then back to the embers. I stumbled over and sat down opposite the two.

"Hey," I said, the words coming out in a whisper. A wind blew through the trembling glass panes.

Gill looked up at me and showed me a weak smile. He then looked at Maia. So peaceful. But so depressing.

"Where's Axel?" Aiden asked, light green eyes reflecting a brownish color as he glared at the fire.

"I don't know," I look back at the hallway I came from, "I haven't seen him at all."

Aiden gestured that I go look for him. "He was being irrational. Tell him to say sorry."

I found Axel scavenging a chest that we all shared, taking out pickaxes, flint, iron bars and TNT. He took one glance at me and slowed his scavenging.

"Uh, what are you doing?" I accused him.

He continued on his searching but replied, "What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Well, you look like you're taking our stuff," I sighed and put a hand on my hip, "I said, 'what are you doing?'"

Axel fished a stone sword out of the chest and gripped it tight, knuckles turning white. I spotted his eyes, bright red as if he'd been crying, narrowing as if he saw me as a monster.

"You're a bad friend, Lukas," he took a step towards me.

I stepped back in fright. I had never seen Axel so mad before. he was usually grumpy at me instead.

"What do you mean?" I stammered, slowly walking backwards until my back hit a wall.

"You know exactly what I mean! You could have defended Maya back there! Aiden was being a jerk to her, Gill just backed away from the scene, and by the time I was there, the poor girl was in tears! And just what were you doing while all that was happening? Sleeping! You were sleeping, god dammit!" Axel jabbed a finger at me, "I don't get why you're even here in the first place. Jesse is always trying to be nice to people and because of your stupid friend, Jesse's jerk of a brother, the world is dying and Petra is god knows where!"

Tears were starting to form in my eyes. I hated to cry, and right then, I know I should have stood up for myself. Show him who the real bully was.

Axel must have seen my face, because he stepped back and looked guilty. Then turned around and headed for the exit.

"I'm leaving."

"But to where?" I managed to ask.

"Magnus."