Day 1
Time: 9:10 A.M
Location: Sky's house
Jordan glared at the door to Sky's home. He really didn't want to do this. He hated the idea of telling anyone what he was with all his being. The demi-god felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to glance at Ryan. His friend nodded at him, giving Jordan a slight shove towards the door.
"Come on, Jordan. They're going to find out sooner or later."
Ryan had known Jordan's little secret for three years now. It had revealed itself when Jordan had been mortally wounded in a survival games round. Jordan actually couldn't remember the battle very well; all he knew was that there was Ryan there, and he had been at the brink of death. If he had been any normal human, he would of been dead. It took days of rest and recuperation before he was back on his feet. Shortly after, Jordan had willingly explained who-or rather what- he was. At first, his friend hadn't believed him, but when Ryan saw that Jordan wasn't joking around, the truth settled in. And Ryan accepted his friend for what he was.
Jordan knocked on the door, pushing his glasses further over his eyes. When there wasn't an answer, he knocked again. This time louder. A crash and thud were heard from inside the house, along with a string of tired curses.
He shared a glance with Ryan before the door opened.
"Whadda ya want? I'm sleeping," Sky mumbled, pulling a T-shirt over his head.
"Sky, we need to talk to you," Jordan answered. Something in his tone made Sky pause. He brought them inside and sat down in a chair. The other two sat on the couch across from him.
"Alright, what is it?"
Jordan swallowed dryly, deciding that this had to be done sometime. Sooner rather than later, he guessed.
"I'm, I'm the son of Herobrine." Truthfully, Jordan didn't know what to expect out of Sky. Would he be rejected? Called a freak, a monster? Jordan hoped not, but he knew Sky wouldn't be like that.
But he did not expect Sky to laugh.
Jordan blinked and glanced up, staring at Sky over his glasses. Ryan looked at the demon's son, then back at Sky. Sky had been through worse. When Jordan had told him he needed to talk, he expected something to do with the disappearance of Seto. Or maybe they had news of the squids, or something. He didn't expect this.
Sky's laughter died down when he saw the other two hadn't joined him in what he thought was a joke. "This- You're telling the truth?"
Jordan nodded once, frowning slightly. "Yeah. . . And-"
"Why are you guys telling me this?"
Ryan looked at Jordan. He hadn't been told why they were telling everyone, either. Jordan swallowed again, looking down at his hands. "It- I'll tell you when everyone else knows."
But with a nudge from Ryan, Jordan sighed and took off his glasses, rubbing his eyes. "I, he wants me back home. It was a deal, really. When I first came to the Overworld-"
"Wait, what do you mean? You didn't always live here?" Sky questioned, leaning forward like a child in the middle of story time.
"Well, it's a long story, so you might want to get comfortable."
Sky and Ryan nodded for Jordan to continue.
"It all started when I first saw a nether portal. . ."
A ten-year-old Jordan stared at the black and purple structure in front of him. He wore simple dirty tan t-shirt and blue shorts, suitable for the fiery world around him. His small golden sword was drawn and he poked the portal's frame with the weapon. His father had always kept him away from this room that the portal was in, telling Jordan that he would get in trouble if he went there.
But Herobrine was away right now, and the Wither, who was supposed to be watching him, could care less about what Jordan did.
Cautiously, the ten-year old crept up to the portal. His eyes shown white-much like his father's did, but to a lesser extent- as Jordan thought of all the possible outcomes of traveling to another dimension. He slowly stepped through.
Jordan paused in telling them the rest. This was the tougher part. Luckily, Sky stopped him with a question. "Your eyes glow? But I thought yet were blue. . ."
"Oh, yeah they do. These glasses I have are special, they make it look like I have normal eyes," Jordan explained, reaching up to touch the shades sitting on his nose. He hesitated in taking them off, but grabbed the arm of the accessory and removed the glasses. Instantly, his eyes melted into a soft white.
Sky gasped involuntarily, but regained his composer. "Neat trick, Sparklez."
"Right. This's gotten me into so many sticky situations. Remember that one week I didn't leave my house at all? It's because I lost these."
Sky nodded, remembering back. When he thought about it, the only one not trying to coax Jordan out was Ryan. He must have known much earlier than him. Jordan started talking again.
"So when I stepped out of the Nether and into the Overworld I made the worst possible mistake of my life."
Herobrine had always told Jordan that humans were cruel, horrible monsters. Hero told him that some would hunt him down until he was dead, or kidnap him and lock him away. And Jordan believed every word that his dad said.
But he was curious, and as everyone knows, curiosity killed the ocelot.
The world that met Jordan's eyes was. . . colorful. Unlike the reds and oranges of the Nether, this place was full of greens and life. He turned in a full circle, eyes trying to take in all of it at once. It was wondrous, and he wondered why Herobrine told him to never go there.
Jordan soon found out.
Had had wandered away from the portal to explore a bit, and had happened upon a thriving village. Humans of all sizes roamed the gravel paths. Children laughed as they chased each other in a seemingly endless game of tag. Beaming, Jordan ran up to them and waved. One of them waved back, then abruptly stopped. The children froze and stared at Jordan, trembling.
Then they turned and ran to their parents screaming. Jordan slowed and frowned sadly, slowing to a stop. "Hey! Don't worry, I won't bite!"
Suddenly, a hand pressed on his shoulder. He craned his neck around to look at his dad, who stood stock still. Jordan seemed to shrink under Herobrine's fierce glare.
The so-called demon looked around the village. A house burst into flames, and the people screamed and ran. Jordan was forcefully turned around and walked back the way he came, but he still caught a glimpse of the burning village and all the death that was taking place. Herobrine brought him back to the Nether and locked him inside the fortress.
"And then I ran away. I left the Nether after seeing the world for the first time, and I've been able to stay away from Herobrine. Until now," Jordan finished. Ryan frowned. "You mentioned a deal earlier. What's that about?"
Jordan leaned forward, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Sky sat back, curiosity sparking in his eyes.
"We made a deal that I could stay for twelve years. Then I had to go back to the Nether." And then Jordan paused, wondering if the other little secret he kept should be revealed. He looked at Sky, really looked at him.
There were bags under the ex-infected Minecrafter's eyes. Sky didn't make eye contact with either of then for very long. And his posture was hunched, as if he was used to a heavy weight on his back. He kept rubbing the tips of his fingers a lot, too. So the rumors had been true. But Jordan already had proof that what people said had happened was true. Unwillingly, his mind flashed back into a memory for a few moments.
-Flashback-
Jordan stood before a grave.
He bowed his head at the name printed on the stone. "So half of the rumors were true," he muttered, trailing off afterwards. He reached up and grabbed the red glasses off his eyes, letting the blue fade to his original white in a silent moment of respect. Seto would be missed...
"Jordan?" A voice whispered. The demi-god lifted his head and glanced around, eyes widening at what he saw.
Seto stood behind the headstone. Even though he was transparent and he floated a few inches off of the earth, it was definitely Seto. The deceased sorcerer reached a hand out to Jordan, but the son of Herobrine took a step back.
"Jordan, what am I doing here? Do you know where I am?"
A ghost. Jordan's body screamed at him to move, do something. His father had always said that ghosts were useless, that they needed to be eradicated and their souls collected. Jordan believed differently. Sure, he had never met a ghost, but there were always stories. If he ever found a rumor of a undead spirit, he would try to track down the source. But whenever Jordan was about to find the spirit, his father beat him to it. He never found out what happened to them if Herobrine caught them.
Jordan stared at Seto, white eyes wide. The sorcerer reached forward and did something that surprised them both. His hand touched Jordan's shoulder.
Seto stared at Jordan in shock. "N-nobody is able to see me. How can you... And what's with your eyes?..."
And so Jordan explained to Seto exactly what he had told Sky. It was hard to, but he managed to tell Seto. Then they saw that Sky had started walking towards Seto's grave. Quickly, before the ex-infected could see the two, Jordan grabbed Seto's shoulder. A moment later, a lighting bolt cracked the sky farther away. Seto and Jordan appeared below where the lightning had struck.
They watched their friend grieve over the ghost's body.
Hello, peopleses! Here's another chapter of Insomnia for you! I want to tell you guys something. My bestest friend irl is making her first fanfiction! She's featuring me in it as a character! Her name's 01DragonFire,go sow her some love! I'll be beta reading her chapters, too. And I'm making a cover art for her fic. Oh and speaking of cover art, I need a pic for this story. So if any of you know a good picture, or if you have one, Pm me! I hope you enjoyed!
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