Chapter Three:

I looked up at Ianite, my smile huge.

"Ianite, how did you get here, did you...I mean...Ianite," I stuttered, laughing with relief.

She glared at me, floating down to the ground.

"Why were you in Jordan's house?" She asked flatly.

"Jordan? Ianite, what are you talking about? Don't you know me, it's me, Spark!" I said, reaching out to her.

She looked at my hand calmly, then at me, "I'm sorry, but I do not know you. You look like Jordan a considerable amount, but he wears red sunglasses, not green," She started floating up a little, "If this is some kind of joke, I am not amused," She growled, opening her hand and pointing her palm at me.

"Ianite, please, I'm your husband, we have two children together, how could you not remember me?!" I said, tears springing forward.

"Spark, leave her alone right now, she's not our Ianite!" I heard Jeriah say.

I looked at Ianite, and I realized she did look different than my wife.

She had the same beautiful hair and face, but she was wearing a dress that was made of end portal, flowing ceaselessly down, but ending at her hem. My wife wore a blue tank top with blue sweatpants now, she hadn't brought out a dress like that since I married her.

I tore my gaze away when I felt a hand grab my shoulder.

"Let's go find somewhere to stay for the night, there could be a blood moon tonight, and we aren't prepared if our weapons are going to turn to dust," Mot murmured to me.

"I don't know who you four are, but you are not suppose to be here. I know that much," Ianite said, her eyes on me.

"We are from a different world, yes," I responded hesitantly.

"I must find out more, please go now," Ianite said, disappearing.

I looked at the place where she saw, surprised by how much power she had.

"Let's go back to that house and stay there for the night, Spark," Mot said.

"Alright," I replied, turning around and following my friends back to the house.

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I laid on the creaky old bed, looking up at the ceiling.

Mot slept next to me, snoring softly, his body radiating warmth on me.

I knew we were in another world, so I guess this Ianite is different.

So why did it hurt so much?

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but my heart was so broken I had to sit up so I wouldn't choke.

"Sparkplug? What's wrong?" Mot said sleepily.

"I'm just thinking about Ianite," I whispered, wiping away the tears that slipped out.

"Hey, look at me, Spark," Mot said from behind me.

I laid down and faced him.

Mot laid inches from me, reaching his arm over, he wiped away my tears, "Spark, you know that isn't the real Ianite. This Ianite has different memories, she's a totally different person from your wife. I promise you," Mot murmured, letting out a smile.

I nodded, "But it still hurts, you know? She looks exactly like my Ianite, and when she says she doesn't know me, I feel a little broken inside," I whispered.

"I know, Sparkplug, I know. But we can't dwell on it tonight. We'll talk to her more tomorrow morning. Get some sleep now, alright?" Mot reached over and squeezed my shoulder, before rolling over.

I closed my eyes and with a blessing of Ianite, I fell asleep quickly.

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I guess I didn't wake up till the afternoon, and when I did, I realized that everyone was no where in sight.

I bolted up, looking around the room wildly.

"Mot? Jeriah? Alyssa?" I called out, running down the stairs.

The door was open and I could see Mot's leather jacket on the ground.

I ran to it, picking it up.

It had black liquid on it, and I realized that was the color of Mot's blood.

I wrapped up his jacket and put it in my bag, following the black blood smears down the wooden pathway.

I had a bad feeling about what was going on.

As I followed the blood, the surroundings became more town-like.

There was a cobble path going over to an over-crowded farm and a portal to the nether, and big buildings sprouting out of no where.

The blood trail stopped suddenly, so I looked up from where I was.

There was a skull...in the side of the mountain.

I looked at it for a moment, then charged towards it.

I needed my sword!

I fumbled around and pulled out 'Ianite's Sword', which was glittering with enchantments and purple with a nether ore I couldn't pronounce.

As I peeked in the skull through the teeth, I could hear people laughing and toasting drinks.

I gritted my teeth and entered the skull's mouth.

I jumped down a few blocks and entered some area with a few tables and a bar, as well as gold blocks lying around everywhere.

There were three men, each one had a bottle of booze in their hands.

I scowled and walked forward, jabbing my sword in the nearest one's back.

"Where are my friends?" I growled.

The other two put their hands up, looking at me.

"Ah, so there was one more, I knew that creeper faced bastard was lying," The one I had the sword to snarled.

"Where are they?!" I screamed, jabbing my rapier further into his back so it would draw a little blood.

"I think you just need to calm down, mate. We can make a deal," The man turned around slowly.

He had on an eyepatch, and his other eye was staring straight at me.

He blinked a few times, his face surprised.

"Jordan, is that you?" He asked, squinting at me.

"My name is Spark, and I want my friends back now. Take me to them!" I growled.

"Alright, 'Spark', they're just downstairs," He jerked his head towards a set of stairs.

I narrowed my eyes at him, "Who are you?" I hissed.

"Well, I'm Captain Redbeard, in the flesh," He grinned and stepped back.

Before I could lung at him, something hit me in the back of my head.

I crumpled to the floor and lost consciousness.