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 1,232 words. NOTE: I do NOT own Mianite, any Youtubers mentioned, Minecraft, and really, I don't own anything except the idea. (Also, this chapter is more of a Crapter, because I couldn't write it at my 'prime writing time' which is after 10 at night.)

Chapter 6

Wag slowly picked up the emerald and studied its gleaming, polished surface. The sunlight shimmered off of the surface, creating a faint green glow. It was beautiful, yet Wag knew that it held a dark secret. As if nature had read his thoughts, an unnaturally cold wind whistled across the desert.

Wag shivered and without really knowing what he was doing, pocketed the star shaped gem. He stood back up and continued to the haze of green on the horizon, this time walking.

The green mass eventually formed into a short stretch of steep and grassy hills. Behind the hills, there was a thickly clustered forest that Wag knew his way around better than the Fyre HQ. The trees hid rivers of blood that had long since sunk into the ground. The birds' singing was a long-lost echo of a cry of pain. Dew made of tears settled on the leaves every morning. Each scuff mark on the ground was from someone falling into an abyssal pit of torture, and the wind carried their wailing back from the Void.

Wag knew the forest hid layers upon layers of agony, all from his past.

He blinked, suddenly realizing he had crossed over the hills and was now standing under a massive tree – the beginning of the forest. He stepped into the shadow of the woods, the damp, rotten leaf mold squishing under his feet. He continued deeper in, occasionally brushing spider webs out of his face.

Something crunched under his feet, but Wag swallowed and kept on walking, not even wanting to look down. Numerous white bleached objects littered the ground in front of Wag but he didn't take his eyes off of a dim red light shining up ahead.

He pushed his way through the thick underbrush and found himself in a clearing. Bones were scattered across the ground; mere remains of corpses that had once been humans who had lived and breathed life.

Wag leaned down and picked up a dagger lying on the ground. The blade was jagged and the hilt was charred. But even after so many decades, it still had a sickly green glow.

Of course it's still got poison on it, Wag thought, studying the dagger. It was enchanted like this.

"One sacrificial dagger and thousands of cursed souls," Wag sighed. "They didn't deserve the fate they got." He traced his finger against the flat of the blade, not fearing the poison. The only way he could fear the dagger was if his hand slipped and the blade pierced his flesh.

Wag shuddered, recalling a distant memory. His attention drifted and the dagger fell to the ground, clattering against the hard packed earth. Wag collapsed on the ground shortly after, eyes dimming as he lost his consciousness to another flashback.

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"James, what are you doing? We're supposed to be working," James glanced up, looking at Phil. The other boy blinked back at him, his curly brown hair hanging into his face.

"I'm trying to find something that will help us get out of our predicament," James responded, turning back to his book. "This book has a lot of legends but nothing that's really relevant to us."

"What's the closest thing that you've found?" Phil asked, peering over James's shoulder curiously.

"Right here," James said, pointing to a paragraph written in Rune. "It says that one of the elder gods, Herobrine, created six powers. Beyond that, I can only read the first two powers. I still haven't fully learned Rune yet, but the first two powers are Summoning and Storm."

"Well what do powers have to do with us?" Phil questioned, sitting down next to James. James repositioned the book so they could both read it.

"There are six of us," James offered. Phil shrugged, and narrowed his eyes, staring at something else on the page.

"What's this?" he pointed to an illustration on the page.

"That's a wand. Apparently, the powers can only be channeled by using a wand," James told the boy. "And wands can only be given to you by the gods."

"Mr. Phil and Mr. James," the two boys jumped at the sound of a deep throaty voice behind them. They whipped around to see their employer, a dark-skinned baker by the name of Cruh. "I did not hire you to sit around and read fairy tales. You were supposed to be watching the bread to make sure it didn't burn. Count yourself lucky that your young friend, Mr. Matt over there, had sense enough to tend to the furnaces. Seeing as you clearly want something more entertaining to do, go ask the miller for four fifty pound sacks worth of flour. Take twelve Monetas* for payment, and don't spend it on anything you want, else it'll be your hides I'll be paying the miller with."

"We're sorry, sir. We'll get to it right away," Phil promised. He pulled James to his feet and took the book from him. He placed the book on a nearby cabinet and together, he and James ran out of the bakery.

Tom and James had been on the run for two years now. Along the way, they had met four other boys like them. There was Chase, a tall, scrawny fourteen year-old with messy black hair and dark green eyes. Then they had met User, a ten year old with short brown hair and a happy-go-lucky attitude. Finally, they came across Matt and Phil, two brothers who had recently been banished from their house because of an argument that resulted in Matt always having a slight limp from when arguing turned to fighting. Matt had the most serious attitude out of all of them, whilst Phil was almost the exact opposite; perky and creative.

"Hey James. Once you snap out of your trance, we're kind of getting attacked," James snapped back to reality and saw Phil staring at him with wide, terrified eyes. James looked around and his breath caught in his throat when he saw an army marching toward the tiny village, armed with gleaming swords.

What was worse was that James recognized the leader.

"Run," he choked, voice cracking in fear. "Phil, warn the others. Get them out of here. They're focused on me. Maybe they won't notice if you get the other five out of the village. Run as far away as you can."

"We won't leave you!" Phil protested.

"Go!" James shoved Phil back down the street. The other boy glanced back, but then ran to the bakery, leaving James alone in the middle of the street. The army was advancing quicker than ever and by now, James could hear them chanting – chanting for his blood.

"I wish I could be like someone from the legends who can actually face their fate head on," James muttered, then turned and ran, sprinting down the streets.

James ran faster as the footsteps behind him grew louder. He turned to the left and was met with a dead end alley. Heart pounding, silver eyes wide in fear, he turned around, cornered in the alley.

Standing in front of him was the army and right up front was Carpmod. He was twisting a dagger in his hands, the blade shining with a faint green glow.

"Hello, son," Carpmod smiled, the cruel light in his eyes intensifying.

"It's time to end you once and for all."

Is it just me or does the cliffhanger keep getting bigger? If you enjoyed this chapter say one random word describing how you felt about the chapter in the review section below. If you didn't enjoy the chapter, it's not necessary. *Monetas - Minecraftian coins

Random Observation: I'm too tired to do this. Can I just say I'm upset that Mianite season one is ending?

Wizard QotD: "Elphaba, where I'm from, we believe all sorts of things that aren't true. We call it history." - Wizard, Wicked the Musical

TheAmazingQwerty: *cries with you*