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.

Chapter 7

It had been a few days since Wag had returned from the forest. In those few days, he had been moping around, staying in bed, and tending to Khione was his only activity. He couldn't muster up the motivation for anything.

Unless of course, he ran out of food for Khione.

Wag groaned, finding his stock of hay and apples nearly gone. He trudged over to the side of Khione's makeshift stable and took the saddle off its hook on the wall, carrying it over his shoulder like a sack of flour. He stumbled a little bit under the weight of the saddle but he threw it over Khione's back with practiced ease.

"Come on girl," he said dully. "Let's get you some food. It means we'll have to go back to the others but you need to eat."

Khione nickered in response, flicking her silky silver tail. She nuzzled his shoulder and he smiled before climbing onto her back.

"Let's go," He whispered, eyes fixated on a distant point in the horizon. Somewhere, out there, were Matt, Phil, User, Twisted, and Tom. Wag wondered how many of his friends missed him; how many of the mortals even noticed he was gone; or were they relieved because a dangerous force had been removed from their lives?

Wag shook off his thoughts and continued to the west, Khione walking at a steady pace. The desert sand sifted under her hooves, and her swaying walk started to make Wag feel drowsy. His eyes began to close but he jolted awake when Khione stopped suddenly.

Standing in front of them was Matt, who had frozen in place at the sight of them. His sun-coloured eyes were bright with surprise, and a hint of fear.

"Wag," Matt said cautiously, hand reaching for the place in his armour where he hid his wand. "Where have you been?"

"Around," Wag said casually, a nervous feeling churning in his stomach. He wrapped his fingers around his wand, ready to pull it out at a moment's notice. Both wizards tensed, locked in an intense staring competition.

"I'm sorry about Twisted," Wag said after a few seconds, not relaxing in the slightest. "Is he okay?"

"He's getting better. Thankfully, we were able to find Tom and he helped Twisted. Though I can't imagine that a rib piercing his lung could have felt very good. So now if you'll excuse me," Matt spat, turning his back on Wag. "I have more important things to do than talk with a rouge wizard."

Wag stared at Matt, hatred filling his eyes. He quietly dismounted Khione and brought out his wand, ever so slowly.

"Have you forgotten that I am dangerous?" Wag snarled. Matt whipped around, but Wag raised his wand and a tendril of fire snaked from the wand and curled around Matt's body. His eyes widened in terror, and he screamed as the fire wrapped around his arms. The magical flames hissed as they scorched his metal armour but they acted as ropes, lifting the struggling wizard up into the air, suspended only by his armoured wrists.

Wag's eyes grew dark and he flicked his wand ever so slightly. A new wave of fire washed out from the tip of the wand and surrounded Matt in a deadly flame.

Wag snarled, the light of the fire reflected in his silvery eyes. His hood fell down around his shoulders, revealing his face. He had youthful features, and numerous pale scars crossing his cheeks. His tousled black hair hung in his face as the fire twisted around Matt's body.

The other wizard's cries faded to a quiet whimpering as the heat of the fire began to truly burn him. His yellow eyes, glistening with tears and barely visible through the smoke, flickered shut and he fell limp, dangling in the air by his wrists.

Wag laughed cruelly, waving his wand from side to side and making Matt's unconscious form jerk around. The flames roared as they devoured Matt's armour, the heat finally beginning to melt the metal and steal the wizard's life force.

As it was, Khione saved Matt's life.

She barged into Wag, knocking him off his feet and breaking his concentration. The fire dissipated and Matt fell to the ground, limbs splayed out in unnatural angles.

Wag turned away from his fellow wizard, not even willing to check if Matt was alive. He picked up his wand from where it had fallen and mounted the mare. She snorted in what Wag thought to be impatience and she trotted off in the direction they had come from, leaving Matt nearly dead and alone

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James closed his eyes, trying to cut off the flow of tears. The heat from the torches the army was holding was starting to make him dizzy, but the silence was worse. He was just fifteen, for Notch's sake! How could these mortals stand there as he was tied to the tree and watch as his life bled out of him?

James opened his eyes again and met the sight with a despairing heart. Carpmod was slowly approaching him, but no more was a sadistic smile plastered upon his face. His eyes were as cold and hard as the poisonous dagger gripped in his hand.

"Fellow humans," Carpmod said. "We all know there are demons on this earth. This one happened to be my son. Except for the fact," Carpmod paused and James's heart was pounding so hard he thought it might burst out of his chest. "That I will never accept that this monster has any relation to me."

James winced, the silence from the other mortals becoming overwhelming. He locked eyes with Carpmod and he saw no trace of regret in the man's eyes.

"Give me one reason why I should not just kill you now," Carpmod snarled, glaring at James.

"Because we will stop you," a new voice, calm, yet laced with anger, spoke from behind Carpmod. The dagger-wielder turned suddenly and found an arrow pointed at his head.

James almost cried out in joy. Chase was standing tall and strong in front of Carpmod, ready to fire his arrow. Behind him, Matt and Phil were armed with iron swords, User was holding a spear, and Tom himself was in fighting stance, a diamond sword gripped in his hand.

"You really think we wouldn't have come?" Phil half-grinned.

"We're your friends, James, and nothing can change that," Chase added.

Carpmod's eyes grew furious and he snarled, turning back to James, ignoring the fact that an arrow was pointed right at his head.

"You miserable worthless brute," Carpmod growled. "Your fellow curses can say nothing will stop them from being your friend. Well answer me this, demon. Can death break apart your friendship?"

Tom cried out as he realized what Carpmod meant, but it was already too late.

James screamed in agony as the poisoned blade pierced his chest. It was buried deep into his flesh and the venom started to seep into his heart almost immediately. He heard an arrow flash by his face, felt blood that was not his own splatter his cheeks, and heard someone cut his bonds loose, but his senses were rapidly fading. His eyes dimmed and the world faded to a misty silver fog. He lay twitching on the ground, the poison taking control. Fire raced through his veins and he wailed, the torture never fading.

"Help him!" He heard someone screaming in the distance. "Help him!"

James tried to move his mouth, tried to tell them it was all right, just to stay alive. But the only thing he could feel now was the blood bubbling at his lips and the agony surging through his body.

This is it, James thought, after all this, I die.

And with that, he let his consciousness be consumed by the poison.

I know everyone's upset with me! I can promise you though, James does not die.

Random Observation: JORDAN DESTROYED TOM'S HOUSE USING COWS!

"Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement." - Gandalf the Grey, The Fellowship of the Ring

TheAmazingQwerty: No, I probably wouldn't be too happy if you rewrote the story, but I hope you won't have to. With the way things are going for Wag so far though, you just might want to.

powertothepeople: Y must I hurt you? Because it makes for an interesting story!

DiamondScribe: Tank yew vewy much!