Hi again. I am back with another one-shot. So, over the past few weeks, school has been taking most of my free time away with preparing for my mock trial, studying for EOCs, two major presentations, countless numbers of homework, etc. Then at home, I had to deal with preparing for my birthday party. I have had little time to actually write FanFictions, but now that summer break has started for me, I am back again. Woo hoo! I don't care that I have to write on my brother's laptop. It doesn't matter that my step-dad is constantly using the internet, so it is hard for me to get on except for my phone. What does it matter that I am also preparing to get my learner's permit? I am finally able to post this chapter!

Now this one-shot deals with yet another theory of mine (as does most of this story). This time, I am going attempt to tell you what I think happens when Drake reaches his limit. If you pay attention to his magic-meter in The Haunted, you might notice that it is really approaching his limit. Also, remember that one trailer? Yeah, you might recognize some things from it. *totally not trying to be discreet*

Now, I am also working on some collabs. Pretty soon I will have links to them on my profile, so keep all of your eyes out. Thanks for sticking with my story. You guys are the best.

Let's Go On An Adventure

Recharge

Drake's POV

I have a problem. At the same time, it is not a problem. It is more of a gift. It has helped me in situations before, but at the same time it makes me stand out. I cannot blend in like I have always wanted.

This gift is something that I am sure many want, but few possess the ability. I was only able to do it because of my enderman side and a few other properties.

I gave up a part of my humanity when I accepted that half of me. In order to perform magic, I had to be purely enderman, or at least on the outside. I could keep the mind of a human, but everything else was not.

I found ways to combat that. There are spells that allow me to change my form, but at a cost.

Magic cannot be used for everything. Normally I wouldn't have to worry about my energy levels, but after last night, I was really reaching a limit. I'd have to go and recharge.

I woke up inside the little cave/house thing. The rocks were burned into a charred black color. The room made me uncomfortable. I was ready to leave.

The monuments where I can bring my magic levels up are only accessible from mountains or other places of high elevation. Don't ask me why; I didn't make the rules.

Conveniently, there was a large desert mountain close-by. I know it to be close to the Red Keep. This will do nicely.

I hadn't anticipated the need for mountain climbing, so I had left all of my mountain climbing gear at home. Well, I don't need to use it now. I can climb on my own.

I didn't want to bring my magic levels down more than they already are, so I cannot simply teleport to the top. It would be a waste of magic anyway.

Everything was a blur. I could make out some shapes, but others were just impossible to see. At least I kind of knew where the mountain was.

I heard rain falling as I exited the cave. Hopefully it will go away by the time I need it to. I saw flickers of light, so I knew I was passing by the embers of dying flames.

I have yet to stop Him. This will continue on until He goes away. Armen has some bits of free will, but not much. The things that I see, or the things He makes me see, will affect me for the rest of my life.

My first order of business is to take care of myself. There isn't much that I can do without magic in order to combat Him. He will not be happy.

I looked over the un-sturdy bridge into the water. It was ominously running along. Rain droplets were disturbing the rushing surface. Hopefully it will go away soon.

My head ached. It wasn't too much, but it was unexpected. This will be the first of many. I remember reading that these will be among the side effects of the spell.

I started heading towards the mountain. Blurry shapes blocked my vision, but I went around the creepy blobs of stone. They were strangely familiar in shape, but I couldn't place them.

I paused at a large hill, almost considered a mountain. While I was technically in the desert, there were tall trees. This place must have once been a great forest. On my left there was the same terrain as my house.

I saw many small waterfalls trickling into the river. Unlike the tributary that eventually opens into a great river, the water was slow moving; peaceful.

On my right was a flat land. I saw the occasional tree dotting the sandy surface of the desert plains.

This rain won't end anytime soon. As much as I didn't want to, I had to take matters into my own hands.

I found my water talisman. This charm has many uses. If I had wanted to, I could have raised the water levels and flooded the area surrounding me. Today, however, I will use it to end the storm.

"Neitmaugatorpoge." This spell was powerful, but it only required for the incantation to be said once.

The precipitation slowed to a stop, and I continued heading for the foot of the mountain. It was muddy everywhere from the puddles.

I sat at the bottom of the mountain. Even that one spell has depleted my stores of magic energy. I nervously drank a little ender dew. This should let me be mobile enough to climb the mountain. It should also give me enough energy to teleport. I'd still be an enderman, though.

Getting to the "steps" was not going to be easy. The outside of the mountain was smooth with only a few grooves. I'd have to do something a little out of my comfort zone to get there.

I reluctantly teleported up there. I was seriously reaching my limit now. I just need enough to set up a teleportation circle at the highest elevation point I can access.

I started hopping up the natural stairs. They were made out of that kind of mountain sand, not beach sand. I didn't have to worry about the sand falling beneath my feet.

My eyes strayed to the ground below me. If I had wanted to be unsettled by something different, then mission accomplished.

I finally reached the top and realized that the dinky little hill I had scaled was nothing compared to what I was going to have to face. The giant monster of a mountain loomed above me. Thankfully, a non-human-made bridge connected the two landmasses so that I could safely cross.

To my left, I could see a flat, slightly swampy area along the banks of the river. To my right, I saw the rocky terrain of mountains with desert trees every few yards.

I ignored the scenery and darted forward. I needed to be quick if I want to still have enough energy to teleport.

After crossing several more narrow, natural bridges, I made it to a flattened area that can be used to set up a teleportation circle. It was small, high in the air, and secluded. Not many can climb this without the help of magic unless if they are willing to spend weeks for that purpose.

I took my circle talisman and created the circle. Ancient symbols of yellow surrounded a purple one, thus forming a circle. I stood in the center.

This final act of magic drained my levels completely. The transformation of Drake Shotgun has begun.

I felt my body growing taller. My clothes morphed along with the rest of my body to form the long, inky black body of an enderman. My vision was warped, and all the colors were distorted to me.

I finished the bottle of ender dew I opened earlier. With my new "borrowed" energy, I disapparated.

All the shapes fizzed in circles, and any visible objects went dark as I was warped to my destination. The closest charging station to my house was several miles away. If I didn't find the diamond in that mountain, I might have just made my home here.

It was built out of a fancy type of stone similar to what was used to build my house. Vines covered some parts of the temple, signaling how old this probably was.

A spire was in the center of it all. I automatically started to put all of my talismans around the spire. A light glistened for a moment around everything as the charging process began.I then reached out and touched the spire.

An electric shock jolted me, but I kept my footing. The power surged through my body, and I relaxed.

The negative thing about this process was that recharging took forever. I am never able to perfectly time it, but I had a hunch that it took at least two hours out of my day. Like I said, there is not way for me to know for sure unless if I sat around watching the sun all day. If it wouldn't damage my already maimed eyes, I would so do it out of boredom.

Another problem was that I had to be asleep for the process to be completed. This wouldn't be an issue if I was in a normal world that was not being haunted by Herobrine and did not have villains hanging out at every corner. I always get a vision of some kind while I rest. I suspect that it shows the future for me, but I haven't confirmed that yet.

My eyes drooped closed, and the dream began.

Smoke was rising in the air. It was dark out. The screams were gone, so perhaps the people were already dead. I doubt that anyone was left alive.

Fire destroyed what remained of the houses. Herobrine will most likely leave behind a ruin to scare away any unlikely survivors. For now, however, He was enjoying His handiwork.

There was something different about His expression. Instead of arrogance, He showed anger. Something different happened that night. Something He did not plan.

A building crumbled to dust out of weakness in structure. He wished that all of His victims showed this kind of flaw. Actually, Herobrine took that back. It was entertaining to watch them struggle to survive instead of giving in. He enjoyed terrifying them to the point that they break under the pressure. Then He takes them.

The only bright colors he saw distinctly were red, orange, and yellow. The orange and yellow flames were illuminating the blood-red rooves of the structures. These, along with the despairing blacks and greys, were the colors of chaos. Whenever He sees these colors, He is reminded of all of His accomplishments.

Something changed in his face. The cold look of triumphant defeat was replaced by a sad look of victory. Somehow, in my dream, I knew that Armen had control once again. He surveyed the scene unfolding before him.

Armen continued to blame himself, but he had what Herobrine lacked. He took this night as a victory, not a tragedy. Why?

I stirred awake as the insight into the future ended. As usual, I didn't understand a thing. Why was this important for my future?

My last vision had been just as confusing, but I got it now. It was odd, yes, but I know what it meant. I was "saving" Armen.

It was dark and storming. I could barely see my hands, much less Him. The only thing I saw to let me know that He was there was His glowing white eye.

I did something to stop Him from advancing on me. He was trapped somehow. I watched Him try in vain to escape His invisible cage, but nothing Herobrine did seemed to work.

I started murmuring something, and a dark shadow started to emerge from Armen. It started out small, then it grew. His small portion of His soul then stopped growing. Then it went straight for me.

It ended like that, leaving me to wonder what it meant. This happened before I knew how to get a part of Him from Armen, and I was unsure what to make out of it.

Now I am able to determine that I do get visions about the future, which leads to my next question: what did this vision mean?

Well, Herobrine was definitely destroying a village. He always seems to be doing so, so that didn't surprise me. The way He and Armen were acting was the part that stumped me.

It was as if their roles were reversed. Herobrine was the one who was frustrated in a way that made me think that He failed. Armen was the one standing proudly on top of the building.

It barely registered to me that I was half-human again. Finally the recharging process was complete.

I started to relax a little. My energy level was high again. I was able to use more magic. It was okay. Then it started to rain again.

I was this close to ending the rain, but doing so would probably cause a drought. I had already prematurely ended a storm today. Doing again will cause bigger problems. I will just have to grit my teeth and bear it, no matter how uncomfortable it is.

I did, however, use the time to teleport home. My first thought was to go get a good night's rest. I've not slept normally in a long time. Who knows what tomorrow will bring.

Tada! I think that I have just explained Drake's ability to turn full enderman as seen at the end of the second trailer. I am so excited for the season finale (wherever it is), so maybe this leads to the hype.

Just a head's up, since I am now on summer break, I will obviously be going on vacation. Next weekend, for instance, I will be camping. I might be able to attempt at using internet with my phone, but do not expect an update then. The most I can do is PM, so if you have any questions, please let me know. Thank you.

Why do I have that feeling that Episode 12 will probably come out during a weekend that I am unable to watch it? Answering guest reviews time! (and there are a lot)

JazzTastic- That is a good theory. Thanks for the one-shot idea. If I get it done soon, it will almost definitely become part of the next chapter.

Moving in- Thanks! I am glad that you like it.

Jeff- Are you talking about the parts in the beginning few chapters? I don't think that I have used bold parentheses in a while. Don't worry, I will be taking those out eventually. Thanks for the review.

Guest #1- Well, I did say that I was starting to get into the habit of breaking the feels. Thanks for reviewing.

Guest #2- What you've just read was what happens when I decide to write while I am in my morbid/slightly insane writing mood. Thanks!

Guest #3- Yay, I did make someone laugh with the Walgreens part. You'd have to thank my brother for that. I originally had it only for a reason for Grayson to open his mouth and get distracted, but then my brother wanted me to include a part for Grayson t describe something in the most boring way possible. I forget what his suggestion was, but I chose to talk about Walgreens. It turned out fantastic. Thanks for the review.

im awesome- I never saw Drake as being suicidal personally. Grayson, however, heh heh, the pieces fit together a little too well. Just look back at some of the episodes of The Haunted and you'd see what I mean. Thanks :)

Turtle- I know, right? I think that I touched up with that last chapter. I just think that Entity 303 will make an official appearance, and what better place than here? Thanks for the review.

Wow, this is the most guest reviews I've ever had to answer in a long time. I'm super glad that you all enjoy this story. Now I have a question for you:

How did you find this story?

The reason I am asking this is because I have been getting a lot of reviews lately. I know that some of you were told about this story by a friend *cough Mia was told by RagingContent cough*, but what about the rest of you? Thanks for dealing with my insanity :D

~Lya200~