A/N This is probably the most intense chapter in this story ever. EVER.

You may be mad at what happens next, but all shall be revealed in time. However, for now, just be satisfied that spiders don't have wings.

It's funny, really, how the characters have developed. Most of them were originally based on real people I know, but by now they're completely different. The real Phillip is about the exact oppisite of the Creative Phillip. Same with Colt, Jack, and (according to her)Flu.

So yeah... Enjoy!

Diüqs frowned. He had been tricked. When the explosions went off near the oasis, he immediately sent the majority of his men to investigate. Most of the Godist army was already marching towards Stõlbrist, and he the explosion left him with just a few soldiers at the Tower.

To make things worse, the prisoners had gotten out. He found the Creative boy lying on the floor with an injured leg, so he still at least had the important one. He also had another person, an unconscious boy he found near the Tower. He was currently in the torture chamber.

They would find out who he was soon, though...

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Jack, Flu, and Mr. Brind were nearly dead.

The desert heat dehydrated them quickly, and they soon used up their small food supply. The water evaporated soon after being opened, and the last of Flu's health potions were gone.

Every few minutes, as they attempted to walk, an oasis would be spotted in the distance. After the first five or ten times of the team running in delight only to see it disappear, they just ignored the mirages.

Night came quickly, and before they knew it the temperature had dropped to freezing. The wood supply was used up quickly, and the cycle started again in the morning.

They couldn't use Phillip's pack. Only Creatives could use the items inside of it.

Flu was the first to collapse. Soon, all of them were on the ground, barely moving, just wishing for some sort of food or water...

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Colt had failed.

He was in a tough situation. He couldn't reveal his identity or he would never get back into the Ancients, but there seemed to be no way to get Phillip out. He couldn't get help anymore, and the Godists would soon leave for Stõlbrist.

He did the only thing he could.

He let them capture him.

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I wake up to the sound of screaming.

"Now, boy, let me ask you one more time. Who are you?" a deep voice comes from the room below me.

A familiar voice I can't make out replies.

The screaming starts again. I feel really bad for whoever they're torturing.

I'm back in my cell, although this time it's guarded outside. Everything I do is watched.

Another scream echoes throughout the Tower.

A frustrated deep voice yells "FINE! If you won't tell me, I guess I'll just come back later!" and I hear a door slam.

Di comes in soon. He seems frustrated, but he tells me that we will leave tomorrow to go to Stõlbrist. He also tells me the name of the new captive they have.

His name is Caãsi T. Loc. Because of his "misbehavior" both of us will be whipped.

I don't know who he is, but I don't like him very much anymore.

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Nillõc had lived in Sisaõ all of his life. He was just an ordinary miner boy of twelve years, although he was also smarter than most adult scholars. Survival School was useless to him; he already knew everything about breaking blocks and jumping from his father, Dãot.

That thought made him scowl. He had been mining in one of the many caves around Sisaõ when the attack had happened. When he came back home, he found nothing but burning wood and his father's body. His mother and sister were gone somewhere, and from that point on Nillõc vowed that he would help anyone who was against the Godists.

So when Nillõc found three nearly dead people in the desert near the Great Pyramid (which he had taken refuge in for the last few days) he immediately tried to help them.

He had no idea what he was getting himself into...

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The whipping was horribly painful.

As the sun rose and the heat intensified, Caãsi and I were lead onto a platform made of some sort of spiky sand with faces on it. Our bare feet hurt every time we stepped, but we somehow made it to some wooden poles and our hands were tied to them.

Caãsi was whipped first. A cry of agony and pain came from his throat, and his back bled.

The tall burly man with the whip turned to me. He raised his whip, and I braced myself. I hear the CRACK of a whip and then...

Pain. Unbearable, horrible pain. He struck me a second time, and I'm knocked down to my knees. Blood trickles down my back, and my knees and feet are stabbed by the spikes in the sand.

I scream, but hear nothing. Caãsi's scream is again heard, but just barely.

Another scream. I can't bear to look anywhere but down.

Another burst of pain, this time on my shoulder. Tears began flowing from my eyes, but I cannot scream. I can't even open my mouth.

I just barely hear Caãsi whisper something. "I'm sorry."

Then he screams again.

This time, I hear a laugh come from somewhere. I just barely turn around to see where it came from.

A crowd was watching us. Not only that, but LAUGHING at us. Laughing at Caãsi and I being whipped and bleeding, laughing at our pain.

Now I'm mad. You can punch me, imprison me, take me away from my family. You can make me go somewhere unknown with just three other people. You can even make me walk across spikes and be whipped.

But NO ONE laughs at my pain, my friends' pain, even someone who I don't know. NO ONE.

Then I do something unthinkable.

In the short time Flu taught me about Creative mode, I learned just the basics. I just barely know how to break blocks and only have a little understanding on my family. Everytime I fly I end up falling. What I do next though, is unthinkable.

I stand up.

I feel my boding become as hard as rock. In my rage, I set my feet firmly in the ground and stand straight up.

I hear the whip whistle towards my back.

I feel nothing. I feel no blood, even where there used to be.

I feel nothing but anger.

The whipper attempts to hurt me again. A CRACK comes from the whip, and then there's silence.

I feel nothing.

I turn around as far as I can with my hands tied and see that my back has no blood or scars. The crowd of Godists stares as again the whip hits me.

And I feel nothing.

An explosion comes from the tower and suddenly everyone panics. A soldier runs towards me and tries to stab me with his sword.

I feel nothing.

I turn and see Caãsi out of the cuffs on his hands. He unties mine and we run away from the confusion. No one pursues us.

As we finally slow down and look back, I begin to get exhausted.

A lone arrow comes from far away and hits my arm.

This time, I do feel something. I black out.

I really do need to stop doing that...

Well excuse me while HAHAHA BETCHA DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING.

Don't worry about Phillip being overpowered or anything, as of now he has little to no control of his Creative powers. He's just been really lucky so far.

And luck can't take you forever.

Anyways, I'm going on a Boy Scout camping trip thing this Sunday, so if I don't get a chapter out by then, you won't see one until after July 4th.

JULY FOURTH IS COMING YEAH 'MURICA!

Alright, I appear to have run out of things to say. So yeah... bye!