Hey ya'll, it's Enderdeath! I hope you're having a great day, and I hope to make it even better with this new chapter! This chapter has 1,625 words. NOTE: I do NOT own Mianite, any Youtubers mentioned, Minecraft, and really, I don't own anything except the idea. Now let's get this party rolling!

Chapter 2

"It's not centered!" Wag yelled, causing Khione to snort in surprise. He rubbed her nose in apology but then he glared at the stable. He was very picky about things like symmetry and the fact that his horse's stable was asymmetrical made him very upset.

"Wag, we can fix it. It's not that big of a deal," Tom sighed, flicking his wand at the offending wall. It shifted a meter sideways over the ground and the rest of the building expanded with it. Wag grinned and nodded his thanks. He supposed he was being a bit overdramatic; it was just that minor details like that really bugged him if they weren't exact.

"What do you want to do for the walls?" Tom asked. "I think just wood looks a bit plain."

"Maybe we could put in stairs for the wall, but have an overlay of slabs every half-meter?" Wag suggested, tilting his head. Tom shrugged and summoned oak stairs to his hand.

"Only one way to find out if it looks good," Tom starting placing down stairs in a row, facing towards the north. Wag helped him, wrapping the stairs all around the structure, building up one meter every time. Once the walls were complete, Wag and Tom moved onto the other decorations around the outside.

Khione eventually fell asleep as Wag and Tom created her stable. The two friends worked in silence for the most part, only speaking when suggesting details they could add. Slowly, the beautiful stable was constructed. After two hours of building, Wag was finally satisfied with the stable and spread some straw around inside for a soft floor while Tom summoned trees around the outside for scenery.

"It looks good to me," Tom commented, standing back and looking at the structure. Wag walked over to him and sat down, back against a tree.

"Looks nice. Thanks for your help," Wag studied the stable, eyes tracing every detail to make sure nothing was out of place. Everything seemed to be in place, so he stood back up and went over to Khione. Khione opened her warm dark eyes and nickered when she saw Wag standing in front of her. Wag smiled and untied her lead from the fence. He led her over to her stable and opened the gate to the inside of the building.

Khione trotted inside and began nosing around in the straw, occasionally shaking her head when a piece of the dried grass tickled her nose. Wag smiled happily as he watched the mare explore her new home, barely noticing when Tom leaned on the fence next to him.

"I'm glad you've found a friend. I know how hard it is for you to trust anyone," Tom said, keeping his eyes on Khione. Wag nodded, half lost in his own thoughts. "Khione's very beautiful. If she wasn't a horse I would say that she was actually Ianite's daughter."

"You never know," Wag murmured, turning his head to face Tom. "Maybe Princess Khione decided to take a new form. She is as unpredictable as the wind and she can shape shift."

"Don't let your imagination run away with you, Wag. Those are just legends. Lady Ianite herself assured us that Khione couldn't shape shift," Tom scoffed at Wag's idea. "And a good thing too. We don't want her running around the world disguised as an animal anyway. She's bad enough in human form."

"Do you want to have your eyes gouged out?" Wag asked sarcastically. "Because it sounds like you're asking for it."

"You're one to talk," Tom snapped. "As if you haven't insulted Princess Khione enough times yourself."

Wag's eyes flared with anger. "At least I have a right to! For you, her spell was a dream. For me, it was a curse. You don't understand and never will."

Tom took a step back, fumbling for his wand. "It wasn't just all fun and games for me either, Waglington. I didn't even know about the spell until everyone else knew about it."

"But your village put you up on a pedestal!" Wag yelled back, gripping his wand so tightly that his knuckles turned white. "What did my family do? Hid me away, lied about me, whipped me, taunted me and even -" Wag cut himself off before he could say anything else. "You don't have any idea what true pain is, murderer."

Tom gasped as if he had been hit, hands flying to his mouth. He stared at Wag, hurt and betrayal swimming in his eyes.

"You don't think he was my friend too?" Tom choked. Khione lifted her head, confused by the argument. She whinnied in distress, pawing anxiously at the ground as she watched the two wizards squabble.

"I don't know. Maybe you were his friend, maybe you weren't. Maybe all this is just an act!" Wag waved his hands in the air for emphasis. He barged into Khione's stable and jumped on her back. He picked up the reigns and rode her out of the stable. He stopped in front of Tom and stared down at his friend with contempt in his silvery eyes.

"Don't you think I tried to save him?" Don't you think his life mattered to me?" Tom whispered, tears starting to glisten in the corner of his eyes.

"It clearly didn't matter enough for you to try your hardest," Wag said, voice laced with cold venom. He turned Khione around and urged her into a gallop, leaving Tom alone, shocked and crying, in front of the empty stable.

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"Boy! Get over here now!" A man with a short black beard smacked a smooth branch against the door to a room. The door opened and out walked a boy who looked to be in his early teens, with black, unkempt hair hanging in his face. He kept his head down and dragged his feet across the floor. He wrapped his purple gray robe tighter around his shoulders and stood in front of the man.

"Carpmod," The boy said, voice soft and devoid of emotion. He kept his eyes trained on the floor, flinching when the man smacked the branch against the palm of his hand.

"Follow me, Curse." The man, Carpmod, commanded, turning and walking swiftly out of the room. The boy followed, stumbling a bit over his robe as he tried to keep up. They walked in silence as they exited the house and traveled deep into the woods. Every now and then, the boy would trip and fall but Carpmod kept on walking, forcing the boy to scramble to his feet and run after him.

At last, they arrived in a clearing. It was almost fully surrounded by thorn bushes, whose thorns were bared like claws. Carpmod suddenly turned around and smacked the boy in the stomach with the branch, sending him tumbling into the thorns. The boy stifled a wail of pain and untangled himself from the sharp barbs, some of which were now stained crimson at the tips.

The boy stood up shakily and kept his head down, trembling as Carpmod started stalking towards him.

"Demon," Carpmod snarled, raising his branch. The boy's legs shook and he crumpled to the ground, raising his hands to try to shield himself from the man's fury.

"Curse," Carpmod tightened his grip on the branch. Tears started to appear in the boy's silver eyes and he pressed himself as close to the ground as he could get.

"Why don't you die?" Carpmod swung the branch down.

The boy's scream echoed through the trees, accompanied by a sickening cracking noise.

Carpmod grinned and hefted the branch. He walked out of the clearing with an arrogant swagger, following the path from whence he had come.

The boy gasped and starting coughing, flecks of blood splattering on the ground. He raised his hand to his cheek and gently touched the place where his skin had been torn open. He immediately snatched his hand away, sobbing into the leaf mold. His jaw was at a lopsided angle and he trembled all over from the waves of pain.

He forced himself to swallow and closed his eyes. A silver mist appeared and curled through the trees, wreathing around his face. After a few minutes, the mist cleared away to reveal that the boy's jaw was back in its normal position and the torn flesh had healed

The boy still lay on the ground, shaking violently. Eventually, tears stopped streaming down his cheeks and he lifted his hand to rub his eyes.

"Am I a curse?" The boy wondered aloud, voice soft. "I've always been this way. I've always been able to do magic. I only just found out a few years ago. Do I really deserve this?"

'Yes,' the trees seemed to whisper. 'Demon child.' The boy sighed and curled up on the ground, wrapping his robe around him for warmth.

"Hey, you!" The boy jerked his head in fear at the sound of someone's voice. Another boy about his age walked out of the trees. The other boy was wearing robes similar to his own, except they were dark blue and black. His diamond coloured eyes shone with friendliness and he walked without fear in his steps. "I was taking a walk and I heard something. I thought it was a deer, but it was actually you! My name is Tom, by the way." The other boy, Tom, said, cheerfully oblivious to the fact that the first boy was huddled on the ground, smeared with mud and traces of blood.

Tom offered his hand to the boy and he accepted it gratefully, getting to his feet.

"Thanks for helping me," The boy said, shyly. After a moment's thought, he grinned, "My name is James."

Thanks for a great response on the first chapter! Can we get two reviews and a favorite for this chapter?

Random Observation: Since Tom (Syndicate Project) proclaimed yesterday was a day for the British, I built a pixel art fish n' chips! It was my first ever pixel art and it's actually really good! I almost want to eat it, but I don't think I could fit my kindle fire into my mouth. ;)

Wizard Quote of the Day:

"So you're going to die?"

"Oh yes." The cat purred as the fingers tickled it behind the ear.

The smith looked embarrassed. "When?"

The wizard thought for a moment. "In about six minutes' time."

- Drum Billet, Equal Rites

TheAmazingQwerty: Haha! Yep, it's here! I actually watched The Fellowship of the Rings for the first time a few days ago, so I wanted to include some Gandalf quotes!

KittKaz: You got that right! And are you a poet or something? I've never heard anybody describe reading like that before, and that description; it was amazing!