A/N: Note: Bacca capitalized is the name of the tribe. bacca lowercase is basically the same as guys, people, or kids. Hope this makes the story more understandable. Happy reading!

2 Days Later

"Jerome! We gotta get moving!" Jerome's mother yelled. It was another migration day. Another day the baccas would move, to raid another village, and possibly burn it down.

"I don't want to…" moaned Jerome.

His parents packed up his chest, placed it on top of him, and dragged him through the wilderness, still wearing his suit from the ceremony.

He stared, depressed. Jerome could see the other baccas playing with their diamond axes. Swing, chopping leaves of the trees, like baccas should.

"Baccas," called the tribe leader. "We will be approaching the outskirts of Notch City in just a bit. Stay weary of players, and chop them with your axes, if nessessary.

I could escape, Jerome thought to himself. I could start a new life in Notch City. Jerome got up from the ground. He picked up his chest, and carried it with a new attitude, one with hope. As they continued walking, the city outline appeared. It was so close, but how would Jerome get there?

The Baccas set up a small camp and started to fish for raw fish. There was a certain way Baccas fished- They slurped. Somehow it attracted the fish. Jerome threw his pickaxe in the water, and impaled a fish with it. He ate the fish, speared on the pickaxe.

"Jerome, you can't even eat fish right? No wonder your life in a mess." scoffed David.

Jerome gave him a hard glare, then got up to hug his parents. It may have been the last time they see him. "I love you guys," he said.

Jerome's father gave him puzzled look. "You too, son…"

"We're gonna go talk with David's parents!" Jerome's mother said. "Just behave and eat raw fish."

Jerome saw them turn their heads, and ran towards the city skyline.

Mitch walked into herobrine's Wicked Burgers, tired from the court case.

Matt smiled at Mitch. "Hello, welcome to Herobrine's Wicked Burgers, where all the food is "wickedly" good."

"Ugh, Matt. Just get me a Evil Burger with extra Death Sauce."

"That's the spiciest on the menu," said Matt. "But what's got you salty?" ;)

"I hate my job," groaned Mitch. "The darn lady I'm working for really likes her cat. And the neighbors want it gone. Why can't I just get a good case?" he sighed.

"Hello?" Yelled an annoyed woman waiting in the now long line behind Mitch. He walked away with his burger, and Matt took his lunch break to talk with him.

"I'm gonna quit my job," Mitch complained. "I can't live with these dumb cases anymore."

"Next case," Matt said. "That will be your shining case. I can feel it!"

"Yeah, right."

"No, really."

"Sure, 30 emeralds that I get a dumb case."

"Your bet is on."

The tribe was packing up for lunch and only now did Jerome's parents realize their son was missing.

"Jerome!" called his mother.

"Jerome!" called his father.

"We'll sniff him out," said the tribe leader. "We'll find him." He sniffed around him, and smelled Jerome in the direction of the city skyline.

"Oh, no!" his mother cried. "He's breaking every Bacca moral- he's going to a city full of players!"

David smiled. "Let's execute him when we find him!"

Jerome's father nodded his head solemnly. "We must do what's right for the tribe, we are not players, we are baccas."

A/N: Okay, I'm not going to execute Jerome, but it'll be interesting what'll happen... Comment your thoughts below!