What, no thousand year wait? You can thank the trailer that just came out. It was enough to make me take a break from working on "My Choice to Break" and work on this. It is short, but it worked, and I like it.

The idea came from a mix between the trailer and this book in the Behind the Scenes for Episode 13. You know, fun stuff.

-"Wounded" by Kevin Macleod

-"Road to Hell" by Kevin Macleod

Short. Sweet. You know, our kind of thing.

Let's Go On An Adventure

Resurrection

Drake's POV

The Bene animarum, also known as the Well of Souls, was created long ago with lost magic.

With this world comes magic. With magic comes law. The laws are universal, meant to be followed by every mage. They guide us down the path to greatness. The laws were never meant to be questioned except on the rarest occasions.

The first great law was to not interfere with fate. Time travel was strictly forbidden. We weren't supposed to change the past. Heck, we are not even allowed to know what lies ahead of us. What happened when I was thrown into the future? I got stuck. There was no way back. My best friend, dead. Many of the people we came in contact with whilst here, dead.

Our next law of magic: don't abuse our power. Don't use magic to bring fear. Magic was created as a means to bring something good. It was during the reign of the dragons that there was little poverty and war. The race of men, arrogant and greedy, were the ones who destroyed the world by destroying the dragons. The secrets of magic were long since forgotten. The few who could still use it went mad with power.

The third rule was the last of the three. Don't resurrect the dead. Those who die should stay dead. That was the policy. The world can go on without them. Their souls have moved on. To snatch them back into this hell of a world was beyond cruel and was therefore discouraged.

Few break these rules. Yes, there were those who did it. Herobrine was one of them. The creatures, or kapres, really, inside the Magical Library almost certainly defied these laws for all of eternity. These rebels were sick, having lost their conscience a long time ago.

When I picked up magic, I knew of the laws. I also knew of the consequences. Rules were not made to be broken, else humanity pays the price. I understood. I never questioned the regulations. After all, I never had a reason to.

Today, however, I was breaking all three.

It was terrible. The repercussions surely could be enough to destroy this realm, causing the landmarks to crumble and vanish. But this was Armen. I was supposed to protect him from harm. I failed.

In the library, I found this book. It detailed the existence of this "Well of Souls," formally known as "Bene Animarum." The book was ancient and outdated. For all I knew, it was demolished centuries ago. I never heard of it outside of the library.

I never heard of the Magical Library before I reunited with Grayson, though.

I knew that this place, this "Well of Souls," could very well annihilate what civilization has rebuilt. The world was damaged, falling apart. If there was something that I could do to save us, I would do it. Right now, the only thing I can think of that has any chance at saving humanity was the dragon egg, and it was not in my possession.

My quest to save Armen was one I had to undertake on my own. Allies helped, but in the end, they weren't enough. Only I could save Armen now.

It would never be easy for me to find. This book was the only record I could find that mentioned the existence of such a place. There were no maps, no locations mentioned in the book, no signs. It was as if it had been destroyed long ago. The only person who surely knew of it was…

I knew where Bene Animarum was located.

Mia having already left, I stepped through my portal.

Only used when in dire need, the well must take to give.

Blood. Bones. Death. The pieces of corpses littered the grass. They never dried nor faded. I don't know why I expected the opposite. Did I think that it would all go away with the destruction of the diamond? Of course not.

How fitting that this was the place where my portal sent me? It happened four years ago, and I never questioned why Armen was able to come back. Even with consideration of Herobrine's power, one must still believe that even He is not mighty enough to bring someone from the brink of death without help.

The portal sent my feet slamming into the ground. I disregarded the stinging pain. No distractions will divert me from my new mission. Saving people, hunting Him. It didn't matter anymore. Armen was more important.

It was day, but the sky was covered by an impenetrable mass of dense clouds. The fog continued all the way to the ground, clouding my vision with a thick translucent wall. I was going to have to rely on my memory to get to the city.

Soon the ruined wall loomed over me. It was coated in ash, reminding me again of Armen's death. What would I have to do to save him? In my heart, I knew the answer. The three laws were not meant to be broken.

I crawled up the vines to get past. There was no point in opening the gate. Besides, if someone was in the area, I didn't want to let them know that I was in the area. Logically, Grayson and Mia were sent to separate locations. It only made sense, or else I would have seen them.

I stepped inside Ironmyre. The cold memories started to resurface. I heard vague sentences in my mind belonging to one of three friends, each of whom stood in this capital four years ago.

Birds tweeted warnings to one another that there was another in their midst. I meant them no harm. I was never one for much hunting. Most of my meat was acquired through markets or some other means. If I needed to kill, it was either something undead or someone human.

An apparition of a cow appeared, and I knew I was near. This was one of many souls of the dead. I reached out to touch it, and the spirit evaporated, just like the ghosts of the dog and pigman four years ago.

The magic that kept the buildings intact was gone. Unlike the gore, the structures were affected by the loss of the diamond. I heard wood creaking under the weight of a second floor. At least the roads, overgrown with plant life, were still passable.

The plants were not hurt by the resulting fall of Herobrine. In fact, I'd say they were flourishing. The colors were more vibrant than ever. The plants that could were blossoming flowers. I'm glad that I had no allergy to pollen, otherwise I would be sneezing.

The magic in this place was bountiful. As I got closer to my destination, I felt something else, too. Life forces. Some were weak and fading. Quite possibly, they probably died years ago. Others, however, still had that light. These were the ones that had the potential to be saved.

I knew that Bene Animarum was underground. How did I know? It was Herobrine's lair. He gave up what little bit of humanity He had left to bring Armen back to life and use his form. When they emerged from the lava, the process was complete.

I kept an eye out for holes in the ground that led to dark and damp caverns. To my pleasure, I found the right holes that led to the sewers. Of course, the water was displeasing, but that was old news.

I held my breath and allowed the current to carry me into the cave. Whenever an opportunity presented itself, I would put my head above the water in order to breathe. It felt strange going into the city alone. True, I was used to doing things along, but having friends made what I did seem more bearable.

Smoke rose from the ashen walls. Lava simmered piercingly, deafening the sounds of my footsteps.

It was hot. I started to sweat, both from the heat and the nerves. I was a terrible person, what with sentencing this world to damnation and all that. I might have refused to do something when the lives of my friends were on the line, but that was it.

I wonder if I can use magic to teleport. Parkour was too much of a hassle. Since I was alone, I could do it. The question is, will this place let me?

The Bene animarum brings the dead back from the realm of shadows.

I closed my eyes and started to envision the ledge where it all went down. Then, I teleported. My first thought was that it worked. I saw the skull adorned with a solid gold crown, flanked by armor of flesh. Then that disappeared, and instead I was hurtling through fire.

I was on fire. My clothes were sweltering, turning to residue before my very eyes. My skin felt like it was peeling away in patches. I didn't look down at my arms in fear of seeing that there was nothing left. I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out.

I tentatively opened my eyes. My skin was whole, not melting off of my skin. In fact, I wasn't actually engulfed in flames. Fire did surround me, preventing me from seeing my surroundings. Something told me that the conflagrations were real.

My first thought: I was in hell.

That was when I realized that I wasn't alone. A snake-like statue, eyes dark and menacing, gave me a curious look. It wasn't innocent curiosity. Instead, it was a sense of I-know-who-you-are-but-why-are-you-here kind of curiosity.

I winced as his eyes bore into my soul. I couldn't break eye contact with the thing. Something told me that if I tried to kill It, the monster wouldn't die. I shouldn't bother try.

I knew the creature. To get inside the Library, Grayson and I had to pass these tests. This was the kapre that tried to get me to kill my friends. I felt a sense of loathing, then a new emotion came over me, one that made me despise myself even more. Relief.

"Out of all the mortals who have come to my room, you were the last one I expected to come back."

Its voice was the same. Brooding. Looming. It spoke clearly, but I'd be lying if I said that It didn't give me the chills.

"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be guarding the Library from scum like the Empire."

"What library?" It mocked. "It's gone. You destroyed it." Its voice was accusing, but I think It also sounded pleased. "However, you freed me from my prison. For that, I give you another shot at the deal."

"The answer is no," I said firmly. If It still thought that I would end my friends' lives, then It was tragically mistaken.

"You didn't let me finish. At this point in the game, there is nothing I want with those two. The blond made his choice, and I never had a chance to speak to Mia as the tunnel had collapsed. But you… You're different."

It grinned maniacally, showing at least 4 rows of shining teeth. I concluded that It wasn't a purebred snake. That was further confirmed by It blinking at me.

"Here's my offer. I give you your friend back. To protect him, I will remove his memories. You can tell him whatever you want; he'll believe you."

"What's the catch?" I asked coldly. I knew this trickster, and I knew Its games.

"Of course you'd ask. Knew you would." I glared at It. "All right. It's no big deal. Not really. In order to bring him back to life, I'd have to retrieve his soul from Bene Animarum. Doing so will affect the time-space continuum. Singularities may form. The world could suffer. But you will have your friend back. That's what really matters, isn't it?"

I frowned. The villain was trying to coerce me into allowing It to destroy this world. I was disgusted at myself for considering Its offer. What is dead should stay dead. The Golden Rule. But almost nothing mattered to me more than my friend. He wouldn't know what I did.

This is my world. This creature is my puppet. The world will pay for Armen.

I held out my hand. "Deal." It cackled and extended a slimy tentacle.

"I thought you would say that." I felt a rush of wind and nothing more.

But the dead must only be a few days old.

When I woke up, I was lying down with my face up against this cold cobblestone road. I used my hands to push myself up. I was a little wobbly on my feet. I couldn't really remember much. I remember Armen dying. I remember walking through the portal. The rest was a blur, almost like a dream.

Gray clouds obscured the sky, signaling rain. Great. I felt something on my back. It was strangely heavy. I moved my hand backward and felt a backpack. Since I was certain that my own bag burned in the lava from the volcano, this shocked me. I put it on the ground. It indeed wasn't my own. It was a deep shade of ender-green. An ender eye adorned the front.

I opened it. Inside were all of my talismans. What the hell happened? I moved forward. Then, all at once, I felt a whoosh, as if a massive wave of magic energy flowed all around me. I expected it to last for a few moments, but it never stopped. Uneasy, I continued forward.

Soon I came across a cottage of wood. There were crops ready to be harvested. Some stacks of hay were neatly packaged and ready to be sold. Without going inside, I could tell that it was at least two stories tall. It was close to a water source, which was in the form of a lake with a tiny tributary running underneath the bridge.

Maybe I could get some food off of the owners. I fingered the marque Grayson gave me. No amount of food would be worth this much money, but perhaps I could still get a fair deal.

I rapped on the door. "Hello? Anybody home?" No one answered. I pressed my face against the window. There were no lights on inside. Come to think of it, it kind of looked deserted. Maybe the owner was on a trip? Hell, if I know, maybe this owner was dead.

Then I heard footsteps. I froze and reached for the handle of my sword, which was currently stored in a scabbard I've never seen before. My breath made foggy puffs in the chilling air.

A set of gray boots crossed into my view. They belonged to a young man with dark brown hair that closely resembled black. His white vest was torn to shreds. A coffee bandolier was torn apart and was only held onto by a shoulder pad and a belt.

He was gazing in wonder around this place confused. Then he seemed to sense my presence. Sluggishly, he turned to face me. His pale eyes looked me over curiously. Hardly believing my eyes, I lifted my arms as if to hug my friend.

He looked astonished. Then, in a guarded tone, Armen asked, "Uh, I'm sorry. Do I know you?"

Tada. That is my immediate explanation for Armen coming back. I'm probably seriously wrong, but I had to do something.

I know that a lot of peoples' theories were proved wrong by the trailer, but it actually strengthened some of my own. Why does this happen?

Um, did I remind anyone of the Genocide ending of Undertale? No? Just me? Well, all right then.

What should I work on next? I can either work on another chapter for The Hunted, for Death or Eternal Punishment, for Pending (Wattpad), or another one-shot. It's your choice.

Time to respond to reviews.

Firelover123: Awkwardness. So, so fun. Yep, I love Broadway. I know Scarlet Pimpernell. Of course, my personal favorite is "Falcon in the Dive." Listen to it, and you may see why. I'm glad your sister likes my stories. This might not be the most popular story on here, but it's still nice to know that people like it. I believe your story about Herobrine. Apparently He doesn't like being shipped with Mia. I feel like I should do that now, just for a joke. I think that it's been intense ever since Armen jumped into the lava and Drake made it his mission to save him. I was in lunch when it came on, and I was ranting to my best friend my theories behind it, complete with a dramatic-slam-of-the-laptop. She didn't quite get why I was so happy about Armen coming back, though.

Guest #1: I've never seen the movie, so I'm going to have to go with no. Though those lyrics you posted did kind of fit for what I was going for.

JazzTastic: Ships, ships, and ships XD THANKS! I think that Armen is coming back to life considering the events of the trailer. Then watch it turn out that he's a part of Drake's imagination and he's still dead.

cookiemonster09/PsychoGirl2003: Actually, I was referring to the whole emperor-killing-his-family thing, but who knows? Feel free to theorize. I don't really use Quotev that much, but I think I've used it before. When I saw that Armen was coming back, I think I just started partying too because I was so happy. But maybe I am dead O_O By the way, I like PsychoGirl2003

CJ: Yeah, the thing was on Quotev apparently. I think I ship Grayson/Mia more, but that's because it is easier to write for me.

Guest #2: Well, now you know that it was continued. Also, they are going to make even more. The trailer for the next part of the series came out a few days ago, so stay tuned for that.

There you have it. Now I'm going to go do something like watch Undertale videos or finish my Government work for school or something that has nothing to do with writing. See ya!

~Lya200~