So I've been on an emotional rollercoaster as of the past week. Between marching band, homework, my stories, and all the other crap I've been juggling, I don't have much free time to myself anymore. Friday was a horrible day for me, and I was rushing to get this story out today. So, here you peopoleses go, another installment of Insomnia. I'm not sure if I'll be working on stories much right now. If I'm not, then I'll have an explanation in my bio. If you check there and you don't see one, then it means I'm still alive and kicking. So I hope you guys won't see one. Anyway, enjoy! Read, review, and save whatever animal you guys wish. (Preferably koalas)

KOALA POWER, YEAH! -Quote from 01DragonFire (when I was in a Skype call with her)

Day 3

Time: 1:46 A.M.

Location: Jerry's Tree

Seto was still around the enchanting table when a white-eyed demon stepped out of the nether portal with a shining diamond sword in hand, ready for use If need be. Seto looked up from the book at the sudden spike in energy. He felt it in his very core that a dark magic was near him. Gulping, the ghost concentrated on falling. A few moments later, the sorcerer fell through the wooden floor underfoot.

Quickly, Seto flew to the room Jordan was sleeping in. He looked around, passing through the door. The Demi-god laid in the bed, sound asleep with his shades sitting next to him on a chest. A cat was curled up against his stomach, and she lifted her head as the ghost entered the bedroom. A bat hung from the ceiling, curious eyes staring at the ghost. (Or where the supernatural energy was radiating off of the ghost.)

Seto had heard the tales of how animals had a 'sixth sense' for supernatural beings. He guessed the tales were true. Quietly, he went over to Jordan as the dark energy moved to the stairs above them. Seto gulped and shook Jordan's shoulder. The living one grumbled and swatted the hands away. "F've more minu's..."

"Jordan, Jordan wake up. There's something here."

The Demigod sighed, but remained asleep. Seto bit his lip and glanced upwards. The demon seemed to be taking his time in getting down here. He looked back at Jordan.

"Get up, dammit! Jordan!"

"Hrmm?" Jordan mumbled, raising his head and rubbing an eye. "Seto, what-?"

Seto clamped a hand over the demigod's mouth. "Shh! There's a... your dad, on the upper level."

Jordan shot up immediately, white eyes snapping open. He swung his legs out from under the covers, making the cat scramble away so she wasn't kicked. "Sorry, Karry," the demigod mumbled, yanking a T-shirt over his head and hastily grabbing his shades. "Where is he?"

Seto pointed upwards, where light footsteps could be heard if they listened closely. Jordan cursed and slammed open the door. He looked over his shoulder at Seto. "Stay here, I don't know if he can see you or not."

"But-"

The door closed on the ghost as the demigod left. Seto sighed and floated through the door, following Jordan as he slowly made his way towards the stairs. "Come on, Jordan. What is he going to do? Kill me?"

"Possibly. I don't know what he does with spirits."

Seto shuddered at the thought of being in the hands of the dreaded demon and hung back, shoulders slumping in defeat. "Fine, I'll stay here. But if you aren't back in twenty minutes, I'm coming to look for you."

Jordan nodded and left the ghost on the main floor, walking slowly up the staircase. Herobrine was standing at the top, eyes tracing Jordan's every move.

The demigod stopped and glared at his father from behind his shades. The two stood there in silence before the older spoke. "Why must you wear those things on your face? They're hiding your eyes."

"My eyes are nothing but a curse," Jordan spat, "They've gotten me in trouble more times than I can count."

His father frowned and narrowed his white orbs at Jordan. "Don't defile your heritage. Be proud of having such power."

"Power?" Jordan sneered incredulously. "I don't want this power. The only power I have could destroy the ones I care about if I wasn't careful." Herobrine glared at him, eyes flashing. "You should not have made ties with the mortals, then. You knew the consequences, so why take the chances? The puny mortals should mean nothing to you. You're too soft, you need to grow up. Stop being like your mother. She was soft, and it got her killed."

Jordan's next words were low and heated with anger. "Don't talk about mom that way. It's your fault that she's gone, not hers."

Herobrine growled at the demigod, crossing his arms over his teal shirt. He started towards the Nether portal, turning abruptly on his heel and stalking towards the purple glow. Jordan felt a tug, and his eyes widened. He stumbled forward as an invisible hand pulled him along with his father. He scowled and dug his heels into the wood, desperately trying to keep his distance from the portal. "N-no!" he shouted, finally breaking free of the invisible grip. "I have another six days! That was the deal!"

Herobrine scowled, knowing his plan had been foiled. "I have changed my mind," he sneered, "You are to come home now."

"My home is here, not in that Notch-forsaken place!"

The demon's eyes flashed, and in a split second Jordan found himself pinned to the bark of Jerry's Tree by his throat, staring into his father's blazing white orbs. His shades were ripped off forcefully, revealing his own white eyes. They were softer than Herobrine's, less cold. But they glowed brighter when he glared back at the demon.

"I told you to never speak that name around me," Herobrine hissed, grip on Jordan's throat tightening for a second. "I told you not to, yet you do. Why?"

Jordan reached a hand up to his throat, but managed to spit out "Because Notch isn't a monster like you are."

There was a sound of glass shattering, which was probably his shades being thrown onto the ground and stomped on. Then he found himself sailing through the air. Jordan cried out when he back hit the wooden railing. He tried to get up, but his father pinned him against the fence. Jordan gasped for air, trying not to think of the large drop just below his head.

"Notch is a puny, weak, idiotic thing that the mortals worship. You are to never speak his name in my presence, or I will make sure you never see the light of the sun again."

Even though he was being choked to death, Jordan managed to bring a sneer to his face. "You're- You'd kill your own son?"

"I have no son. And even if I did, it wouldn't necessarily mean I'd kill you."

With that, Herobrine warped away with a crack of lightning. Jordan sighed, leaning away from the railing. He glanced around, but couldn't see the demon e called a father. The demigod rubbed his neck, wincing. Bruises were a definite. Oh well, he'd find someway to hide them. But his eyes were a different matter.

Gasping, he stumbled over to the broken shades that lay on the floorboards. Jordan knelt down, desperately trying to fit the two halves of the accessory together. It was no use. They were broken, and this was the only pair he had. 'No, no, no, no!" he muttered, dropping his hands onto his lap in defeat. This couldn't be happening. Now he couldn't go out into public without everyone finding out what he was. Maybe that had been Herobrine's intentions tonight. It probably had been, knowing his father.

Jordan swallowed and stood. "Great. This is just fanfriggintastic."

Well, at least there were only six more days until he didn't have to hide his heritage anymore. That was something to look forward too, right?