Hey y'all, it's Ender! I hope you're having a great day and I hope to make it even better with this new one-shot! (Sorry, but I just can't stop writing for this!) NOTE: I do not own Minecraft, Mianite, any YouTubers mentioned, and really, I don't own anything except this story.

You Know My Name

I knew I couldn't keep avoiding him for much longer - I would have to talk with Wag at some point or another.

The only problem was, I didn't know if he would remember me. If he did, then he would surely tell the others and I would have to leave. I didn't want to abandon this world though, and I would hate to lose my friends.

After all, Mianite gave me a second chance and I had to make the most out of it.

I had heard from the king that Wag wanted to speak with me so I had purposely been staying locked in my house, pacing the floor anxiously. So much was on my mind these days - the island of Mianite, the power Dianite had bestowed upon me in his final moments, and Ryley.

Mostly Ryley.

I missed him - missed him so much. More than User or Twisted or Linden or anyone else who hadn't come back. Every day, it was like a nagging ache in my heart. I couldn't forget him. His smile, his dry sarcasm, his loyalty.

But most of all, I couldn't forget how I had killed him.

He was my best friend and had been for so long. Ever since the day I had found him, we had always been there for each other. He was always supportive of me, even when I was going through the darkest time in my life. In return, I had promised to always be loyal to him as well. Back then, I had never dreamed that I would become king of the Nether and that my father would be killed. The worst part was, I had no idea if he could even be resurrected into this world.

"Declan?" I heard a familiar voice outside my door and felt my blood run cold. There was no mistaking that deep, accented voice. I should have known - should have known he would come searching for me if I didn't show up. "Dec, are you in there?"

I tried to remain as still and as silent as possible, hoping Wag would go away. No such luck. He tried to open my door and when he found it firmly locked, he began to pound forcefully on the spruce planks. I ran to my bedroom and slammed the door, locking that too. I - I couldn't face it. If Wag really did remember, then he would accuse me of being a murderer and a coward. I couldn't deal with that.

My eyes traveled over to my bedside table. My dagger was safely tucked inside the top drawer, hidden under a layer of blue silk cloth. I couldn't bear to part with it - it seemed wrong to cast it away; the last bit of my past that ever meant something to me.

"Dec! Open the door! I just want to talk to you!" I heard Wag beg and I swallowed. I couldn't let him in. I couldn't, I couldn't, I couldn't, I couldn't.

"If you don't open the door right now, I'm going to break it down," Wag threatened, and I trembled. I didn't want to be found out, but if the wizard broke my door down, then the whole town would come rushing to my house to see what was going on. I would be trapped and alone against an army of hostile people.

"Alright, alright, I'm coming!" I cried out desperately, hurriedly unlocking and opening my bedroom door. I rushed to open the front door, but tripped over something, and fell to the floor with a muffled grunt. I looked to see what I had tripped over and found it to be the gleaming, star-shaped emerald that I had stored my god powers in when I first came to Dagrun. I quickly pocketed the emerald and clambered to me feet, throwing open the front door with an urgency fueled by fear.

Wag stared at me in shock and I had to choke back a sob. He looked like he had fourteen years ago, when I was still living in the Overworld. His shaggy black hair was hanging in his silvery eyes and he brushed it away, revealing the pale scars that crisscrossed his cheeks. As usual, he was a foot taller than I was and his purple-grey robes hadn't changed a bit.

"May - may I come in?" Wag asked hesitantly. I quickly nodded and stepped aside so he could walk inside. He walked into my house and glanced around, taking in all the little details about my residence. To be honest, it wasn't much; just a simple townhouse that I had purchased shortly after arriving in Dagrun. It was nothing compared to my old house, or even Dianite's temple. I felt a familiar homesickness and I tried my best to ignore it.

"I see you've been doing well, Dec," Wag said casually. "How's life been going for you with the town? Those newcomers certainly seem to be causing some excitement with the townsfolk."

"Yes, yes," I agreed, half-thinking about the land of Mianite. Were all the buildings still there? I hadn't stepped foot in the land of Mianite for two years now and was fairly sure that most everything was in bad disrepair.

"Dec? Hello? Earth to Declan?" I snapped out of my momentary zoning out when Wag waved his hand in front of my face. I blinked and stared at the wizard, just now noticing how something seemed... different. For one thing, I couldn't see his wand sticking out of a half-hidden pocket in his robes like usual. For another, his eyes weren't glowing. Usually, they let off a faint light that intensified when he was angry or frightened. But now, they were just plain silver, not glowing at all.

"Sorry," I apologized, glancing down. "I was just - thinking about something."

"Yeah," Wag muttered. "I've been 'thinking' about some things too. And I think you have some explaining to do, Declan."

I tried to back away from Wag, fear now filling my heart. Unfortunately, there was a wall behind me and I couldn't back up very far before I was trapped. Wag stalked forwards and I started to breathe more quickly, panic causing my heart to pound rapidly inside my chest. Wag halted, confused by my sudden fear.

"P - please," I stuttered, frightened. "D - don't hurt m - me."

"Dec?" Wag tried to grab my shoulder, but I flinched away, trembling. What if he tried to kill me? What if he decided that the world was better off without me? I was helpless without my god powers and I had taken off my fake golden wings, not planning on flying any time soon.

"Look, I'm sorry!" I whimpered. "I - I didn't mean any of it! Just don't k - kill me!" Oh gods, I was starting to feel lightheaded. That couldn't be a good sign.

"Dec, calm down!" Wag spoke gently, but I was too far into the depths of panic. I - I couldn't think straight anymore. I was too scared about what would happen next, the unknown terrifying me.

I heard Wag cry out in shock and reach to grab me as I collapsed onto the floor, fainting from the panic that had finally overtaken me.

I woke up lying on my couch with a soft woolen blanket draped over me. I blinked slowly, wondering how I had gotten here. Then I turned my head and saw Wag sitting on the armchair next to the couch, drinking a cup of tea that he must have made while I was unconscious.

"Hello," Wag greeted, setting his tea down on the small table between the armchair and the couch. I tried to get to my feet, but a sudden wave of dizziness quickly made me sit back down. Wag smiled faintly, but it was overshadowed by the concern in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Dec. I didn't mean to frighten you," Wag sounded genuinely sorry and I felt my heart lift just slightly. "I just wanted to talk about what happened - before we came here. I remember everything that happened, Dec. I'm the only one that does. The others don't remember anything since before you left. But I think it's time for an explanation - if you don't mind."

"I - I -" Oh gods, what could I say? The only reason I had to attack them was because I was angry that my father was killed. They had done nothing wrong, and I only wanted to kill them for a pointless vengeance.

"I was ang - angry that Dianite was killed," I murmured, avoiding Wag's piercing gaze. "Before he d - died, he passed his power onto me. I was blinded by rage over his death, and I thought Mianite had killed him. However, I wasn't strong enough to fight Mianite, so - so I wanted to destroy what he loved most. I - I wasn't thinking straight, Wag. I can't tell you how many nights I lay awake after that, regretting all my actions and wondering if I shouldn't kill myself right then and there. I'm sorry... just please, don't tell the others. I'm afraid of what they might think."

Wag didn't respond at first, and for a fleeting moment, I wondered if he was debating whether or not to kill me. Then, he sighed shakily and pulled a small pouch out of the pocket in his robes where he used to keep his wand.

"When I came back to life," Wag whispered, "I woke up in the land of Mianite. I was surrounded by the ruins of the FyreHQ, and I knew that I was alone. I had a feeling that I needed to be in another land, so I tried to teleport over to it, not having a clue where I was going. S - something went wrong during the spell and I - I lost my wizard powers. This is all that's left of my w - wand." Wag took a deep breath and reached into the leather pouch, holding up a handful of fine ash. I gasped as I realized that that had once been Wag's wand - but it was incinerated now, reduced to nothing but mere dust when it had once channeled the former wizard's power into magical spells.

"Oh gods," I breathed out slowly, watching as Wag poured the ashes from his wand back into the pouch. He took another shuddering breath and I realized with a start that Wag was crying. Tears glistened in his eyes and he tried to wipe them away with one hand.

I knew that being a wizard had meant everything to Wag. It was his life, his passion. He had always enjoyed creating spells, and I had heard that learning how to control his power over storms had been one of his favourite pastimes.

And now, all that had been torn away from him and reduced to dust.

"Oh Notch... I'm so sorry, Wag," I stared at him, a new sorrow dawning in my heart. Something else that never would have happened if I hadn't gone insane. If it weren't for me, Wag would still be a wizard - would still be happy.

"It - it's alright," Wag put the pouch away again. "A - at least I'm alive now."

"About that," I began, "How did you get out of the land of the dead?"

Wag shrugged. "I'm honestly not sure. We stuck together - everyone who was killed - fighting off the lost souls. We began to get overwhelmed though; first Kitse, then Kilo, then Aurey, all in a day. Shortly after, Linden and Felisa were also killed. User and Twisted were next, and they went out fighting together. Matt, Phil, and Tom were taken one night while Phil was on watch and the rest of us were asleep. Then, a lost soul snuck up behind me and... I don't remember much after that. I have vague memories of being stuck in this weird grey-lilac dimension, but I don't remember much else about that place. It may have been the dimension between life and death, but I honestly don't know."

It took me a couple minutes to fully absorb that information. I had no clue how to react to this news, but all I knew was that Ryley could still be alive somewhere.

"Well, Dec," Wag broke the silence, even though he was speaking softly, still caught up in his own memories. "It looks like we're on our own now. Unless you plan on telling everyone about our - past."

"Wasn't in my agenda," I shrugged. I stood up a bit too quickly and the emerald that I had tripped over earlier fell to the ground with a loud clatter. I jumped slightly and bent down to pick it up, but as I did so, I heard Wag stifle a shocked scream. I jerked upright and stared at the former wizard, whose hands were covering his mouth and his eyes were trained on the emerald.

"Where - did you find that?" Wag choked out, pointing at the emerald with a trembling hand.

"Um... in the FyreHQ?" I responded, confused as to why Wag would have such a startled reaction to a gem. Wag leaned down and gingerly picked up the emerald, staring at it in horror.

"I thought this -" Wag cut himself off in the middle of his sentence as he turned the emerald over in his hands, seemingly looking for something. I felt a slight twinge of fear, knowing that Wag was holding the object that I had chosen for my powers to be contained in, but I shoved it aside. Wag was smart enough not to do anything irrational.

"Dec, can you read Rune?" Wag asked me. I shook my head - then remembered that the emerald had a small message engraved in Rune on one side. But how did Wag know about that?

"This - this message right here - it means 'faith' in the olden tongue," Wag tapped the miniature Rune markings with his index finger. "But today, you would say it as 'waglington'. This is where I got the name that I've called myself for centuries. The goddess Khione gave it to me as a gift when all the Fyre wizards first accepted their powers. I - I thought it had been lost forever when the HQ burned down."

I felt as though I had forgotten how to breathe. That emerald, that I had stored my god powers in, was Wag's and had been for centuries. Surely he would want it back and I would have no choice but to give it to him. But if something went wrong... if some other element reacted badly with the powers inside that emerald...

"Do you mind if I keep it?" Wag asked cautiously. "I - I feel like I need a way to remember."

He sounded so lost and sad, that I couldn't bear to refuse. "Go ahead," I shrugged. "It was yours to begin with. There's no reason why you shouldn't keep it."

Suddenly, there was a loud commotion outside of my house, startling me. I opened the door cautiously and poked my head outside, looking around. The townsfolk were crowded around the docks, chattering excitedly. I glanced back inside at Wag, who was staring at me in confusion.

"What's going on out there?" He asked curiously.

"Not sure," I responded. "Let's go check it out."

Wag and I walked down to the docks and wormed our way through the crowd, muttering apologies as we accidentally stepped on some of the townsfolk's feet. They grumbled in protest, but didn't stop us.

I reached the front of the crowd and gasped when I saw what they were all gawking at.

A young man was stretched out on the dock, lying on his stomach with water dripping from his clothes. He wore a scarlet hood and his shirt was ragged, almost torn. I could only see a bit of his face - it was mostly covered by a bandana - and even though he looked half-drowned, he was breathing steadily.

It was Ryley.

Oh Notch, it was Ryley.

And he was alive.

"Ryley," I breathed. Suddenly, I didn't care that I was surrounded by the townsfolk. I didn't care that Wag was frozen in place, staring at Ryley in shock.

All I cared about was the fact that Ryley was alive and here.

Ryley stirred and blinked open his chocolaty brown eyes. He took one glance around and instantly sprang to his feet, staring around with fear in his eyes.

"Wha - what?" Ryley stuttered. "Where am I? Who are you people?"

"Ryley!" I darted forwards, excitement ruling out reason in my mind. I halted suddenly though, because as soon as I drew close to Ryley, he took a step back.

"Who is 'Ryley'?" Ryley questioned. "My name is Champwan."

I felt my blood run cold. If Ryley still thought of himself as 'Champwan' then...

"Do - do you remember me?" I asked, fearful of the answer. But I had to know. I had to know if Ryley - no, Champwan, I reminded myself - still recognized me.

Champwan didn't hesitate in his reply.

"I've never seen you before in my life."

I ran through the marshy swamp, my feet sinking into the soft mud at every step and my sobs echoing in the mosquito-filled air.

Champwan didn't remember me. He didn't know me. I - I had nothing, now.

I dove into the brackish swamp water, swimming far below the surface with strong strokes. I didn't bother holding my breath - Champwan's lack of recognition had... destroyed me.

Nothing.

I finally reached the bottom and settled on the silty ground, pressing my cheek against the soft bottom of the swamp. I watched the tiny bubbles appear from my half-opened mouth; watched them float quickly up to the surface.

Nothing.

I felt water fill my lungs and felt my chest begin to ache - but I didn't care. I watched the small minnows dart around me and try to nibble my fingers. I didn't try to shoo them away. I just watched them through dull eyes, which were slowly, slowly beginning to close.

Nothing.

That's all I felt. I was broken, shattered, crushed; any way you put it, I felt nothing anymore.

My eyes slipped closed.

My breaths slowed.

My heartbeats faded.

Nothing.

I coughed, nasty swamp water bubbling up past my lips. I rolled over and started to vomit up all the water that I had swallowed, the taste foul in my mouth.

I opened my eyes, and after a few seconds of letting them adjust to the bright light, I was able to take in my surroundings.

I was lying next to the shoreline of the swamp biome and there were scuff marks in the mud where I had clearly been dragged ashore. I felt disappointment and sorrow weigh down my heart and tears welled up in my eyes again.

Why could I never just die? Every time I tried to kill myself, someone always had to intervene. A sob rose in my throat and I didn't struggle to hold it back.

I had nothing left to live for. No hope, no memories, no friends. I had wanted so badly just to drown, alone, in peace. I tried desperately to crawl back to the water, but strong arms suddenly wrapped around me and I was lifted up into the air and set on my feet.

The person holding me gently turned me around to face them and I was able to see that it was Wag, his silver eyes filled with fear and his hands shaking as he restrained me from going back into the water.

"What were you doing, Dec?" Wag cried out, hugging me close to him. I practically melted into his embrace, crying hysterically.

"He doesn't remember me, he doesn't remember me!" I choked out, burying my face in Wag's robes. "I have nothing now, Wag, don't you understand? I had no other choice!"

"You always have a choice, Declan," Wag murmured, voice heavy with despair. "Please. I'm here for you."

"That's what Champwan said," I sobbed. "And look what happened to him! None of this would have happened if it weren't for me, Wag. I can't take this. I can't."

"You can. I know you're stronger than this, Dec. I know you can get past this. You just have to have faith in yourself," Wag whispered gently.

"No!" I screamed. "I'm done! I'm done with all this suffering and pain! I hate this life! I want to die! Can't you see that? I. Want. To. Die!"

Wag seemed surprised by my sudden outburst and I used that opportunity to scramble away from him and run off, my legs still shaky and my clothes still dripping wet. Wag shouted, shocked, and started to chase after me.

I ran faster, making horrible sobbing noises with every step. I had to run away - away to where? I didn't know. I just knew that I had to go somewhere.

Maybe to the only physical memory of the past that I had left.

I somehow managed to evade Wag all the way back to my house, and had even managed to lose him through a stretch of tall underbrush. I barreled through the town, not caring as the townsfolk stared at me in surprise. I burst into my house and slumped against the closed door, choking out more pained sobs.

I just wanted to die. Why wouldn't they let me die? I slowly staggered over to my bedroom, and opened the top drawer, tearing away the silk sheets to reveal my diamond bladed dagger, gleaming hungrily as though wanting me to give it my blood.

I would be happy to please it.

I grabbed the dagger and shakily positioned it over my chest. No one would be able to save me after this. I would be able to drive the dagger deep into my flesh, and let the world fade away...

I closed my eyes, ready to finally end the misery that was my life.

I could hear my heartbeat. It sounded frantic. I didn't understand why. This was going to be a relieving process. It would only hurt for a bit.

And just like that, I drove my dagger deep into my chest.

There was black. Then there was white. Then there was a strange lilac-grey.

I was caught in a silver whirlwind. It spun me around and around and I felt horribly battered and bruised. Suddenly, I was dropped to the ground - but the ground disappeared and I was sinking down, down, down into the depths of icy water. Then the water changed to fire and I wailed in agony, flames licking around my helpless body.

Then, there was wind tugging at my hair. Large, pointed rocks rose up to meet me and I landed directly on them. Pain exploded in my body for a second, before I was suddenly jerked up into the air, an invisible pressure squeezing my throat.

And finally, I felt a cold, familiar sensation appear in my hand. Without consciously moving, I lifted the dagger to my chest and...

I blinked, letting the world adjust around me. Was I dead? Nope - there was colour. That obviously meant that I was alive.

How? How was I alive? I remembered the dagger and how I had driven it deep into my heart. It had hurt like hellfire...

At least until the pain faded away.

But where was I now? I studied the stone brick walls, recognizing the smooth cylindrical shape.

I was in... Wag's tower? How had I gotten here? Why was I here, and not dead?

"Y'know, I really wish you'd stop trying to kill yourself," A familiar voice grunted. I paled, thinking that there was no way in all the Nether that it was actually him...

"Dianite?" I whispered, looking around. There he was, standing by the side of my bed, a black cloak draped over his shoulders and his ivory ram's horns curling up into the air. His white eyes were narrowed but an amused smirk played on his face.

"Surprise, surprise," Dianite snickered. "Don't you know that gods can always regenerate their form as long as their power exists freely? I thought it would be best if I gave my kingdom to you, but we can both see how well that worked out." Dianite gestured to my chest and I glanced down, avoiding his marbled gaze. "Anyway, once you had my powers trapped in that emerald, I was able to respawn right here, just as your former-wizard friend raced past, screaming something about you killing yourself. All it took was a quick teleport over to you, a regeneration ten spell - that took a lot out of me, I'll admit - and I carried you back over here so you could recover under the watchful eye of someone who cares about you as a friend."

Wag climbed up the ladder at that very moment, nodding a friendly greeting to Dianite. "Good news," Wag cheerfully told me. "I've found a way to re-learn my magic, and once I do that, then I'll be able to perform a memory spell on Champwan so he'll remember you and everyone else!"

"That's great!" I felt my heart lift despite myself. Maybe there would be a happy ending after all. "Is there any bad news that I need to know about?"

"Actually, yeah," Dianite shrugged nonchalantly. "Some prophecy that apparently needs to be fulfilled. You want to hear it?"

I swallowed fearfully, but nodded nonetheless.

"Strangers come, and strangers go,

Lead them back so they will know,

Fix the wrong and do the right,

Make your stand in the final fight."

Okay, so I can't stop writing these little one-shots. Sue me. It's like a mini-story and besides, I really like writing about Dec - so much, that I'll stay up until five in the morning finishing this chapter and AN! And yeah, the title of this chapter is the name of a song by Mineworks Animations - go listen to it. I command you! DO YOU HEAR ME?! I COMMAND YOU! GO LISTEN TO IT, MY ENDERMINIONS! MUAHAHAHAHA!

Anyways, that aside, what did you think of this little installment? Dianite is back, and he delivers a prophecy that seems... pretty ominous if you ask me. Anyway, it's 5:10 AM for me right now so goodnight y'all!