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 1,643 words. NOTE: I do NOT own Mianite, any Youtubers mentioned, Minecraft, and really, I don't own anything except the idea.

Chapter 4

"Hey, Wag! Do you have a moment to spare?" Wag pulled up on Khione's reigns and looked for the source of the voice. He narrowed his eyes, not seeing anyone but was startled when the voice spoke again from right above him. "Up here, Wag."

Wag looked up and saw a cow with a bright orange beard sitting in a tree above him. Wag yelped, startling Khione, who reared and almost threw him off. The cow watched the whole scene unfold, still sitting in the tree.

"Twisted," Wag sighed. "Why are you in a tree?" Twisted blinked and scratched his beard.

"I don't really want to talk about it. All I can say, is that with helium, you can do anything," Twisted said, gripping the branch he was on when the wind made it sway violently. "Can you just get me down without any more questions about how awesome helium can be?"

"Sure," Wag rolled his eyes. "I'll just create a water source so you can jump down into that, okay?" Twisted nodded, gritting his teeth in anxiety. Wag summoned a water bucket to his hand, and poured it onto a 1x1 meter area on the ground. The physics of the world caused the area where he had placed it to create an endless water source, which would also serve as Twisted's landing platform.

Twisted jumped from the tree without any hesitation and landed waist deep in the water. He started to splash around in the water, playing around and generally being silly.

Wag laughed at Twisted's antics, amused by the half-wizard.

He was once again reminded that Twisted wasn't a true wizard like the rest of them. He had grown up in Ianarea, raised by his mother who was most definitely and undoubtedly human, whilst his father had been a wayward wizard. Twisted hadn't told them much about his father, but he had mentioned one of his spells had backfired one time, and there had been a very big crater in the land.

So Twisted, being half-wizard, possessed incredible building talents, ability to summon materials and was unable to appear any older after he had reached the age of thirty. But he was not immortal – he could only live for a few centuries and could not teleport or cast spells. He was really quite young too; only a hundred and twenty-two years. He still had some childish traits about him, which the other wizards saw as something very funny, yet nothing bad.

"All right, silly. Did you have any plans for today?" Wag smiled. Twisted stood up and waded out of the water, shaking like a dog to dry off.

"Not really. I was planning on doing some parkour in the coliseum with User. Why? Did you need something?" Twisted asked, staring up at Wag.

"Nah. I just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out later," Wag shrugged. "It was nothing too important."

Twisted tilted his head. "That reminds me, what was your argument with Tom all about? Matt told me you had quarreled but he wasn't keen on giving any details."

"I may have told Tom he didn't care about his friends," Wag avoided Twisted's intense gaze. "I didn't mean it, though."

"Are you sure?" Twisted questioned, criticism thinly veiled in his words. Wag snapped his head back around and glared at Twisted.

"Do you realize what you're saying?" Wag growled, voice low and threatening. He reached for his wand and closed his fingers around the smooth obsidian base. He kept it tucked in his robes but he tensed, ready to whip it out at a moment's notice. If it came to a fight, he knew he would have the upper hand.

"I do. I'm not a senseless child. And I'm also starting to realize that if you can't control your temper, you're going to become a danger to us all," Twisted snarled back. Wag recoiled as if stung, but he quickly whipped out his wand. Khione neighed in fear and she tensed her muscles. Wag quickly slipped off the mare's back, and she bolted a millisecond later, taking off in the direction of her stable.

"Oh am I?" Wag's wand started to glow silver and clouds began massing together above his head. "Are you sure about that?"

"At this point, yes," A diamond sword shimmered into existence in Twisted's hand.

Wag laughed cruelly, hard eyes never leaving Twisted's face. "An ordinary sword won't hurt me," his voice dropped in pitch, becoming icy cold. He lifted his wand and lightning crackled in the silver storm clouds. The winds began howling around Wag, who stood firm in it all.

Twisted yelped as the winds knocked him off his feet. He scrambled to stand up, but was pushed back down into the ground again. Wag stared at the half-wizard, a twisted grin etched on his face.

Twisted drove his sword into the ground, and used it to help pull himself up. He resisted the pull of the wind for a few seconds, but as the tornado fully descended to the ground, he was torn off his feet and flung into the storm. He screamed, being tumbled around in the circulating winds.

In the center of the tornado stood Waglington, who started to slowly move his wand in a circle above his head. The speed of the cyclone picked up and Twisted's body was jerked around in the howling silver winds. Several times, he slammed into rocks or pieces of debris and the painful collisions were usually followed by a short scream.

Wag started to laugh as the wind tugged on the hem of his robe. Once, he made the winds die down just enough to let Twisted fall to the ground but made the winds start swirling faster than ever, leaving the half-wizard very disoriented.

"You're right; I am dangerous," Wag laughed cruelly, the tone of his voice making chills run down his own back. "Maybe you shouldn't have -" he paused, grinning maniacally, "made me angry."

Twisted wailed in fear, clawing at the air around him, desperately grasping for something that would allow him to hold on to life. He slammed into a rotten tree limb that had also been caught up in the tornado and his breath was knocked out of him. He fell limp and started falling down through the powerful winds.

"Wag! What are you doing?" Wag's focus was torn away from the storm when Phil's shocked voice interrupted his thoughts. He turned to see his fellow wizard staring at Wag with complete shock and betrayal shining in his eyes.

The tornado faltered and Twisted fell to the ground, his body smacking into the hard earth. He gasped and rolled over onto his back, clutching his ribs. Blood flecked the area around his mouth and every time he coughed, more scarlet blood dribbled out of the side of his mouth, staining his ginger beard a dark crimson.

Wag stared at Twisted, the furious light in his eyes giving away to horror; horror for what he had done. He met Phil's gaze for one fleeting second, his own eyes filled with fear. With that, he turned and ran off into the desert, abandoning his friends for their own safety.

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"What have I done?" Wag muttered to himself for the hundredth time. He was crouched in the shadow of a sandstone formation. He had been crying for the past hour, quietly wondering how he had lost control like that. He had known Twisted for so many years and he had never once dreamed of attacking him, especially not so brutally. Sure, they had arguments, but they were usually resolved in a civilized manner, not by creating a tornado and breaking several of Twisted's ribs.

Now he was alone in the desert. Maybe it was for the best that he was isolated, but there was also no one to calm him down or reassure him that everything would be all right; that it would all work out in the end.

That's when a distant whinnying broke the silence of the desert. Wag lifted his head, the light breeze tossing sand into his eyes. He squinted and looked for the source of the sound. He spotted a silver-and-white blur that was getting larger by the second. He stood up, knees wobbling from being in a sitting position for so long.

"Khione?" he murmured, voice cracking. He swallowed, wincing at the dry, gritty feeling in his mouth. Khione stopped right in front of him and snorted in what seemed to be triumph.

"Thanks for finding me, girl," Wag hugged Khione, leaning against her and breathing in her sweet horsey scent. She nickered and shook her mane as though saying Good to see you too, wizard.

"What's this?" Wag wondered, noticing a slip of white paper tucked into Khione's saddle. He teased out the paper and found it to be a letter addressed to him. He unfolded the paper and read the quickly scribbled handwriting, recognizing it to be Tom's.

'Waglington, I know you're having a hard time right now. I don't know what it is, but whatever you're going through, take as long as you need to sort it out. If you need me, you'll know where to find me. I know I can't understand exactly what's going through your head, but clearly something's affecting your thoughts. You can come home any time you like. I'll be there for you always. Your friend, Tom.'

Wag stared at the letter, reading it over a few times to let the message fully sink in. Once he realized what Tom was saying, his silver eyes hardened and he closed his fist, crumpling the letter.

"Well Tom," Wag sneered, rage blinding his vision once again. "Maybe I don't want to come home. Maybe I want to live on my own."

"Maybe I'll go rouge."

Oh no! Twisted gets beat up and Wag runs away! Can three reviews and a new favourite get the next chapter posted tomorrow? Because tomorrow, I'm going to *stuffs the spoiler-muffling rag in my mouth* mmph mmph mmph mm-mmph!

Random Observation: Tornado by Little Big Town is an extremely appropriate song to listen to during/after reading this! (hint, hint, go look up the song on YouTube and listen to it)

Wizard QotD: "I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death." - Severus Snape, The Sorcerer's Stone or The Philospher's Stone; whatever it's called in your country. ;)

TheAmazingQwerty: Yeah! Freakin' awesome! I'm afraid that I may have made you slightly upset with Wag's powers in this chapter though...

Redpikmanred: Why thank you!

Ironhideandratchet4ever: ;)

KittKaz: Yus! Hail the almighty Tom, summoner of cats and the reason for Pop Tarts! Oh and just so you know, it's never too late; it's just always too early! (My interesting bit of logic. It probably comes from the fact that most of these last few chapters have been written after 10 PM and finished around 1 AM)