Chapter 14 Stuck (Tom POV)

We were screwed. We were so screwed. There was nothing we could do. Things would've been a lot better if Feleia only destroyed the portal in the overworld, for there were many other portals we could teleport to in other villages. But, with such a large being, the pressure must've caused an inter-dimensional wave; a seismic wave of spatial forces.

Sadly, after confirmation, we learned that none of us had any obsidian on us. Steve did have a flint and steel though, but that was no use.

"Well, we might as well go and get Sylvester," Bartimeus suggested. "For all we know, he can get us out of here."

"Before we do that, I have a question, though," I told Bartimeus. "Why would Feleia do this?"

"Yeah, it just doesn't make sense," Edward sighed. "We must've done something wrong."

"You five did nothing wrong," Bartimeus assured us. "She's just worried about her future position. She isn't, well, she isn't ambitious exactly. She doesn't want to rule, and she doesn't want to kill."

"But doesn't she know that she'll die if she doesn't defend herself?" Papart asked.

"She knows, but she just isn't willing to kill the people that helped her get to where she is now," Bartimeus answered. "By taking out our way back to the Overworld, there's no way she can be controlled. She's free to roam the world, and it'll be almost impossible to catch her. Tom's machine that tracks mob trails might work, but I doubt it."

"Even if we get out of here, won't it take forever to try and get to her?" Steve asked.

"Yes, which is why we need to get to Sylvester as fast as we can," Bartimeus beckoned us to follow him. He handed us ender pearls and we teleported over to the temple. We walked over to Sylvester's quarters and entered quickly.

"Sylvester?!" Papart called out.

"What's wrong?" Sylvester asked, flying down from the upper floor.

"It's Feleia," I started. "She destroyed the portal."

"The overworld one?" he asked. "Oh, tha-"

"No, you dumb-butt, she destroyed both of them and trapped us here," Papart explained.

"Before we move on, take this though," Steve pulled out the top hat and bow tie and put it on Sylvester.

"Not now, Steve," I whispered in his ear.

"Anyways, we want to know if we can somehow get back to the Overworld without the portal," Bartimeus told Sylvester.

"Yes, we can use the lava spout method," he explained. "I can make you fire resistance poitions if you have a few pieces of cobble for a brewing stand."

We all searched our inventories, but sadly, there was no cobble to be found. Steve had some wood, though. But, it was no use.

"Well, I guess you're stuck here," Sylvester sighed. "But it won't be that bad. We've got food and drinks, it wouldn't be hard to live here. I'm sure Feleia could find her way to the End."

"You don't understand," Bartimeus said, changing his expression. "Feleia trapped us here on purpose so that she wouldn't have to go to the End. She has some, well, some mixed emotions going on in her right now, and she can't really think straight. She might not be able to think straight ever unless we stop her, but unless we can get back up above, it's no use."

"I see it now," Sylvester nodded. "I think I can get someone to help us."

We followed Sylvester deep down inside of the temple until we got to a place made of coal blocks. We eventually arrived in a large room, which was filled with Wither Skeletons. Sylvester took us up to one and introduced us. The skeleton's name was Charkoln, and was a shaman and caller of the Gods.

"I see your predicament, travelers," he whispered as he took us to a separate room. "But, I know of a method to get you back to where you need to be. Still, there is a high chance that you will die instead of it working, but if you're willing to take the chance, the chance is yours."

"We'll do whatever it takes to save the world," Steve agreed.

"Good," Charkoln stated. "Let's get started."

Charkoln pulled out a deep, nether brick purple staff and told all of us to touch it. We all put our hands on it, and Charkoln started to chant in a strange, throaty language. Soon, all of our visions started getting blurry and distorted. Charkoln continued chanting as the effects got worse, and soon pain started kicking in.

It wasn't direct, physical pain, but a pain from something deep within us. It burned through our blood, making us scream. Next, to finish us off, it felt like a sharpness X diamond sword was spitting us in half.

Then, there was black.