(Kate pov)

Kate was about to die, she knew it. The hooded man walked up next to her and knelt down, and removed her sword from her scabbard.

"You won't need that." He said. Kate turned her head away, she had nothing to say to the man. "Aw come on," He groaned, in another bit of exaggerated sarcasm. "Don't be like that. I just wanna know why ya' been following' me for six hours straight."

"WHO ARE YOU?!" Kate blurted, becoming more and more nervous in the presence of this person. Though she couldn't put it into words something just seemed off about him.

"My name is Iven Vikarus," He said with an air of pride. "And you might be?"

Kate stared at the man, er Iven, wondering if he had a screw loose. Surely he Insane.

"You might be wondering if I'm crazy," He stated, as if on cue. "Your answers is… probably, depends on your definition of insanity." Kate squirmed trying to get free but the daggers the held her down we planted in the ground. "Relax, its not like I'm Herobrine."

Iven, amused by his own joke cracked up and the laugh which ensued was indeed more, that of a madman, than anything else.

Iven pulled back his hood, and Kate, now with an up close look, realized her estimation of his age had been wrong, Iven looked as if he was only in his early twenties, but from his voice, and the way he carried himself she would have placed him in at least in his forties. He had the air of someone who'd been to hell and back, but hadn't returned unscathed.

Kate tried to think of ways she could get out of this situation. The Sky Army was a planetary defense force and they were often depicted as almost godlike heroes. though that was far from true surely this "Iven" had heard the stories.

"I'm Katelan Marko, Scout, of the Sky Army." She proclaimed, with what little dignity she had left. A smile that was both friendly and threatening, spread across his face….

(Iven pov)

"Well, miss Kate, what could possibly bring a member of the high and mighty sky army to this neck of the woods?" Iven Grumbled, his voice once again ripe with sarcasm. Why am i doing this? He asked himself. She's no threat, I'll just leave her here and go about my business.

The though was appealing but, then again, he could use a travel companion, she didn't suspect anything. Iven placed the sword he had confiscated from her underneath his cloak. Then with minimal effort he removed the dagger he had used to pin her to the ground.

"You'll be good right?" He asked sarcastically. She nodded. "Well then, its getting dark, so I think we better find shelter." Iven had never been bothered by mobs much, he wasn't technically a human, and most, were so dumb, they probably though he was herobrine. If only mortals were that smart. He mused to himself. But no Humanity was far too grounded in reality to even begin to comprehend the state of spiritual awareness that most creatures of the overworld possessed. Though they did have some form of it, that much was evident, simply by the effect he had on people.

-TIME SKIP(Cuz I don't give a flying fuck. :P)-

(Kate POV)

Kate and Iven, sat in a cave, huddled around a fire. Iven had dozed off but Kate was still very awake. It had been years since she had been out in the wilderness after dark, and all the painful memories were coming back. She looked over at Iven, who was slumped over, napping, how he could sleep she had no idea. She had never been able to get to sleep when she wasn't in her in her nice warm bed.

Though there was still a nagging unease in the back of her mind, emanating from Iven, but she knew that he was far more capable with a sword, based off his demonstration earlier. And, that was if he decided to give Kate her sword back. She was a tracker not a warrior.

She heard a zombie groaning, which made her jump. She turned around and saw the hideously disgusting creature stumbling into the cave. Most zombies were ugly, but this one was horrendously putrid far more so than normal. there were strange growths all over its body and it was decayed to the point where Kate was surprised that it could still walk at all. She backed up away from the fire as it came closer.

The zombie continued to come closer, and Kate frantically tried to think of of something to do to kill it before it got to her. She was breathing faster and faster her heart was racing. The undead monster was coming closer. It was… Why was there a dagger in its forehead?

The Zombie crumpled to the floor gurgling as brown liquid oozed out around the dagger which had impaled it. Kate was stunned. How had that happened? Her question was answered by a rather stern, "A-hem," emanating from the, supposedly sleeping, Iven.

Kate turned to look at the man. He smiled sarcastically, as another dagger spun through his fingers, and was re-concealed. Kate wanted to tell him off, SO BAD. But she couldn't put her penned up emotions into any words, or at least, not any words that would avoid making her sound like a first grader. So instead she just puffed her cheeks and sat there, skulking briefly.

(A/N: Phant here, or Fanta, which ever you prefer, all you... what? 3 people who read this. XD Any way I really enjoyed writing this chapter but it is literally 3AM so goodbye and enjoy. ^-^