Well, I may as well add another one-shot to this every time someone in Trinity Island dies... this time, it's from Jordan's POV. Oh, and I own nothing, by the way.

Jordan was ecstatic. They had just killed two Elder Guardians, even though there was still a third lurking around somewhere. He was collecting a stash of gold blocks when he suddenly heard Sonja's scream through his headset.

"There's so many!" Sonja wailed. "I - I can't hold them off!"

"Help her, Jordan!" Tom snapped, his eyes sharp with fear. Jordan abandoned the gold, swimming down the tunnel.

"They're - they're everywhere!" Sonja screamed again, her cry of pain echoing through Jordan's headset. "My leg! It - it hurts so much! I - I think it's b - broken!"

"Hold on Sonja!" Jordan shouted desperately, bubbles emerging from his mouth as he spoke. "I'm coming!"

Jordan rounded a corner, and saw Sonja at the end of the hall, swarmed with guardians. She was flailing around, blood clouded around her.

"Sonja! Down the hall! Come on!" Jordan screamed. A guardian's beam suddenly caught him in the chest and he stepped behind a pillar, effectively cutting off the surge of electricity.

"Help!" Sonja cried. "I can't m - move my le - legs!" Jordan, desperation becoming overwhelming, dove out from behind the pillar, slicing at the guardian. The fishy creature dissipated when Jordan's sword hit it, and he began swimming over to Sonja, who could barely be seen now through the blood. Occasionally, puffs of white smoke would escape from the guardians crowding around the girl like a pack of piranhas, but it was clear that Sonja was fighting a losing battle.

"I'm coming, Sonja!" Jordan started hacking away at the teal guardians, punching some to distract their attention away from Sonja.

Tom joined him, fighting more furiously than Jordan had ever seen him fight before. He reached the center of the pack of guardians but froze when he heard Sonja's ear-splitting scream.

"No! Please! I can't die like this! Not like -" Sonja was abruptly cut off and the same static that had filled their headsets when Tucker died filled their headsets now.

Jordan stopped fighting the guardians, staring in shock at Tom as the zombie-man swam into the bloody water and re-emerged heartbeats later with Sonja's body held in his right arm.

Tom swam over, grabbing Jordan's hand too when the young man showed no signs of moving. He pulled both of them out of the temple and up to the surface, dragging everyone onto the cobblestone bridge before collapsing, tears streaming down his face.

Jordan blinked and sobbed as well, feeling more tears catch in his throat. Sonja was dead now.

Sonja was dead.

And he could have helped her.

If he had had the guts to face the guardian that first attacked him head on, he could have made his way over to Sonja and given her his enchanted golden apple.

But he hadn't.

And now she was dead.

XxX

Jordan was sitting on the grass, stared numbly at Sonja's grave, resting right beside Tucker's. Tom had gone back inside the house, saying he needed some time to think. But everywhere Jordan looked reminded him of Sonja.

The animal pen she had made and taken care of. The borderline of torches marked where she had tried to get spiders to spawn so they could have strings for bows. And the house - the house that she had built for them and did the best job that anyone could have done.

Moo, Sonja's pet rabbit, slowly hopped over to Jordan. He nudged the young man's hand and Jordan turned his head to look at the fluffy black and white creature.

Another reminder of how much Sonja loved Moo.

Moo hopped into Jordan's lap, nestling up against his stomach. Jordan gently stroked Moo's silky ears, tears dripping from his eyes again.

Jordan took a deep breath and pulled a book out of his pocket. They had found the book tucked away in Sonja's backpack, but neither Tom nor Jordan had opened it yet.

So Jordan opened the book and read what it held.

By the time he finished reading it, he was sobbing again. Jordan turned to a new, blank page, and decided that he was going to add his own poem.

And so Jordan started to write.

Closing in

The water seeping

Vision blurs

And darkness creeping

Electric jolt

That no one cared

Left for dead

They blankly stared

Unforgiving

Drowning, dying

I'm sinking down

And gently crying

The coral, my pillow

The kelp, my bed

The water welcomes

My heavy head

The try to find me

But search in vain

I sleep in the water

Free from pain