Max blinked her eyes sleepily, she had been up all night making sure Wither wouldn't burn or freeze to death. Well, not die, but it wouldn't be very comfortable to have half of His face missing.

The before mentioned God stretched in His sleep, His hand went towards the dwindling flames, but Max grabbed it and placed it back by His side.

She blinked again, her eyes staying closed a few seconds longer then they had to be. She so wished to join Wither in the land of dreams, but then He could seriously burn Himself in His slumber. And that wouldn't -she yawned- be good. She shook her head in an attempt to wake herself up, then placed another log on the fire.

She felt warmth envelope her, and heard a soothing voice say:

Sleep, child. Rest your eyes. No harm shall come to either of you. Sleep.

Max was sure she should recognize that voice. That she should feel something about it, but she couldn't, she was too tired. The world went dark for a moment. She snapped her eyes open once she realized they had shut, she had to stay awake for Wither, if He burnt Himself, that would mean they would need to stay in the small alcove much longer than the day that it would take for Max to rest. She did not wish to remain in the taiga biome any longer than she had to.

Her eyes began to hurt, but she refrained from blinking, knowing that if she did, her eyes may not open again.

Sleep. The familer voice repeated.

"N-no." Max mumbled. How could she be so sleepy when she was so cold and uncomfortable? She tried to pull her small blanket around herself to cover more of her exposed skin, but the blanket was made to keep the cool wind of the jungle at bay; not warm her whilst she was surrounded by snow. She scooted closer to the warm flames as she cursed herself for not thinking they would stumble upon the cold snowy forest.

Sleep. The voice said this in a more commanding tone.

"I -but... Wither." Max muttered. Her eyelids felt heavy.

He shall not be harmed, Akroatis

Max finally recognized the voice belonged to All, but she couldn't bring herself to care, lack of rest was affecting her ability to think. She gave up, lay in between the two heat sources, and surrendered herself to the land of dreams.

Thud!

Max jolted awake at the loud noise. She looked to her side to see if Wither had awoken and somehow made the strange sound. He hadn't, He was still fast asleep by her side.

She reached for Kreaya, but realized she had left it back at her treehouse. "All," She whispered. "sword please." She hated that she had to ask for help, but she had so idioticly not grabbed another weapon, figuring that she would be safe with the God around.

There was no Clang! of the sword hitting the stone ground, there was no voice saying how to defeat whatever was outside the the alcove. Nothing. All had abandoned her.

"Wither!" She violently shook her friend in the hopes He would wake. But no, He just shrugged her off and rolled over. "All!" Again, no answer.

Max growled. Of course All would leave just when she actually needed It! But it did fit in with her luck just nicely, having nothing to defend herself when a mob might attack her, all the while a God slumbers a block away, unaware of her flesh being ripped off her bones and shoved into a zombie's gaping maw.

She grabbed a stick, stuck a piece of coal on top, and put the end with the black dust into the fire. It quickly ignited. It wasn't much, but a torch would be better than nothing.

She cautiously walked over to the entrance of the alcove, and peered outside at the white beyond. She marvelled that a forest and taiga could be right next to each other without greatly affecting the climate in either one. Nothing stirred.

Feeling slightly reassured, Max stepped away from the warmth of the enclosed space, out into the cold and bitter wind. Her torch flickered wildly, and she held it closer to herself. in an attempt to shield it from the moving air.

Just as she was about to re-enter the alcove, she heard a noise. She probably wouldn't have heard it if not for her being an Akroatis. She listened intently, there it was again, a soft groan. It definitely wasn't a zombie, it wasn't the mindless groan of hunger that they made; this noise was one of pain and discomfort, one that only a Minecrafter could make.

She slowly spun on the spot, studying the unmarked snow for movement. When nothing stirred as the Minecrafter groaned again, she gave up. She turned and listened, trying to pinpoint where the noise originated. She faced the taiga, and spun to look at the disturbed snow where Wither had been buried. She walked forwards, holding the small flame close, trying to keep from freezing her fingers off.

She spotted a shock of blonde hair once she was five blocks away. "Hello?" She readied her torch. The unknown Minecrafter shifted in reply.

Max cautiously poked the Minecrafter with her foot, when all she got was a muffled moan of pain, she rolled them over. He -for it was a he- seemed to of fallen unconscious. She didn't trust it though, he couldn't be that wounded, she saw no trace of blood. She grabbed him by the arm, propped him against the snow to get a better angle, and hit him over the head with the stick part of her torch. If he wasn't truly unconscious before, he was now.

She shivered as she dragged him to the alcove, it really wasn't smart of her to not own a shirt warmer than a sweater. But it hadn't gotten very cold in the jungle, so she hadn't felt the need. When she got back she would definitely get a lot of things she felt she didn't need, maybe a health potion if she managed to find a witch. But that was unlikely, witches were extremely rare.

She leaned the man up against the far wall of the alcove and tied him up with some random string she found in a bag. Why Wither thought they would need it was beyond her. But at least it turned out to be useful.

I did it! I figured out the secret of writing! Now go read 'Hero's Bane' by BlackDragon41. If you don't remember, Ninjagorulz introduced me to her awesome work a while ago when 'A Minecraft History' came out. So if you're still reading this, thank you.

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