So, anyway, sorry if I accidentally screwed up with names. Everyone should be called by their Minecraft usernames, or something like it. Not their real names. SethBling and Jerome ASF are exceptions, as they have their names in their usernames. So yeah. And I changed the username that Megan had. My friend complained that her dad had copyrighted it. Earlier she argued with me that she wasn't opinionated. She's... curious.

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?.?.? (POV)

Other random peeps that you need to infer who they are (Really only one, but hey).

It had been drilled into my head that I wasn't one of them my whole life. I wasn't to interact with the "normal" people. Never had I wished I had followed that one rule. It had gotten me into this mess - and it wasn't getting me out.

To my left was a dreary smooth stone wall. Nothing was on it other than a few blackened places. On my right, a little poster hung there: a wanted poster for me.

I was raised my entire life in an oak forest, which was just on the brink of a jungle. My mentor had told me that this biome was the only safe place for people like us; not even my parents could get to me, he said. Rain never fell there, but it was constantly the perfect temperature. Thunder could be heard, but no lightning was in sight. It was always perfect there in the eyes of the people around me, but I had other ideas. One time, I wandered out of the biome by a few blocks and saw a giant tree in the jungle, but then I was found, cruelly punished after.

I sighed. The memories of that place weren't the best of my life, but I'd rather be there forever then here for as long as I live. A little flicker of light came from near my foot, but died quickly. Here was so... lonely. I didn't even know if there was anyone else in this prison, other than the occasional guard.

"Heh. Serves ya right to be locked up," a guard taunted once.

My hands were chained up to the wall at head level, but I refused to stand. Kneeling was tough on my knees, but they couldn't see my last posession. It was a small anklet my mother gave to me before I was given up to my mentor. A little dragon was carved into the amber stone. The chain around it was a bright golden material, most likely gold itself.

~Flashback

"Mommy? Where am I going? Will I see you?" I asked.

She sighed, "I honestly don't know, sweetie. But you promise me, whatever happens, you stay strong?"

"Yes! I will."

"Good. Now take this," She held out her hand, "and keep it close at all times."

She dropped a small chain in my hands. A little dragon was carved on the charm, "Thank you!"

"You must go now. Learn how to harness your power, and come back to me, okay?" She asked.

"Okay, Mommy!" I looked behind me and saw my new mentor. Under my breath, I muttered a small phrase, "I promise."

~End

I had been in this cell for three weeks now. My "friends" hadn't even come to visit, or tried at all. I knew because I could hear everything in this jail. It seemed small, because the echoes weren't big, but I couldn't make out any talking either way.

"Hey, prisoner! Breakfast!" a small bowl was slid to my knees. They never freed my hands, so I had to eat with my face. They always watched me. I refused to eat.

The bowl was filled with some sort of slop, not even good enough for pigs. And I learned the hard way that those weren't raisins. Some vegetables floated around in the soupy part, and a glob of gravy held a few pieces of fish in it. Soggy bread was at the bottom, drowning more than I thought possible.

I kicked the bowl away, sending it flying into the guard's shins.

"Gross! How are you gonna expect me to clean this up?"

"Same way you expect me to eat it," I retorted, voice craggy.

"That's it. You're gonna be executed as soon as possible. And I will see to it," He stomped off.

I heard from a few people that the punishments here were unusual, but were never fun. One I heard of was some guy getting chained up in the Nether on a spinning platform for the ghasts to practice aim. Another was shoved into a giant furnace.

I looked over at the remains of my "breakfast" outside and started wondering if it really was fish.

Of course, they were just rumors, since no one came out of here alive. Not even the guards. I laughed at the absurdity of the execution rumors. I guess you learn not to trust the people who want to kill you after a while.

I heard a clank behind me. A heavy one too.

"Didn't see us while you're havin' that laughing fit of yours, did ya?" The guards had unchained me.

Quickly, they chained my arms around me in a straight jacket-like position.

"This came quicker than I expected, monster," I cringed at his words, "I was expecting it to be later, but the warden didn't want to feed ya anymore."

The other one saw my pain, "Don't like bein' called a monster? What about a demon, demon?"

I stayed strong. Demon wasn't what I was. I wasn't a monster either. I stayed strong, like my mother had asked of me. I couldn't give up on her now, even though I was facing certain death.

They led me down a dark corridor, not minding my constant tripping. Cells lined the left wall, but none were occupied.

"Stand straight," The one I spilled the bowl on smacked me, "We don't need ya makin' bad impressions on the warden, do we?"

I stayed silent. I didn't need to get killed before I got executed, and it wasn't above these baffoons to do that. The floor changed from cobble to brick under my feet. From there, it turned into dirt. It narrowed into a two by one gap, so one walked in front of me, one behind. A few times we went up a block or down, but overall it stayed the same height. Up ahead a light shown. It was an unnatural light, probably coming from some glowstone. The light got closer. Closer.

The guy behind me shoved me and told me to keep walking. The light now didn't seem like it came from glowstone.

We were only a few blocks away now.

Three.

Two.

One.

We emerged into a room made out of iron. A few guards stood on the other side of the room, blocking another exit. A guy I think was the warden stood in front of them. For some reason, the warden was wearing a Batman costume and diamond pants.

"Here we are to see the execution of the confirmed Witch," A guy mumbled. I wasn't a Witch. I was a Sorcerer, a Mage. Not the same. A Witch was a blank-minded mob that threw potions. I could perform spells and summon fire.

"Get it on with!" The warden yelled.

I concentrated on the warden. I could read minds, but only a few words or else I'd black out. Also, I couldn't read the minds of mobs. Only Minecraftians.

The guards shifted me towards the center of the room. A grey end portal lied beneath the floor.

Save my friends. Please. I read the mind of the warden, who now looked concerned.

I couldn't gather all of my thoughts when they tossed me into the portal, everything going black.

Heh. I think that went pretty dang good. The POV character is one of mine, and so was Megan. Everyone else is owned by someone else. So yeah.

PEACE OUT! (And don't eat all of the pineapples. I want some.)