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 1,011 words. NOTE: I do NOT own Mianite, any Youtubers mentioned, Minecraft, and really, I don't own anything except the idea.

Chapter 8

White.

Black.

Warmth.

James liked it when it was warm. Warm reminded him of happy things, like summer and plant growth. He always liked plants.

I'm dead, James thought suddenly. How can I be thinking, let alone feeling warm? Unless maybe I'm not dead, but that's impossible.

James blinked, opening his eyes. The blackness before faded to colours. The colours faded to shapes, and the shapes faded into people. One was a young boy, with light brown hair and worried eyes. Another had strange yellow eyes, with tears flowing from their corners. Another had red eyes and had his face lifted to the sky as if praying. The final person had James wrapped in a hug and was sobbing uncontrollably.

James got the feeling there should be a fifth person. He tried to speak, but all that came out of his mouth was a faint gasp. Suddenly, it all came back to him. Carpmod, Chase, the dagger, poison, and pain, pain, pain, before he finally fell unconscious.

But how was he alive right now?

He slowly moved his fingers, realizing they had been numb. The small movement made them tingle, like needles poking them. At least they worked.

"T – Tom?" James whispered. The boy who was hugging James jerked his head up and stared at him with bright blue eyes.

"You're alive!" The young boy, who James now recognized as User, jumped up. The rest of the boys all started talking and yelling at once. It made James very dizzy, but Tom, who still was hugging him tightly, simply squeezed his hand in a comforting gesture.

"Guys," James spoke a little louder, making himself heard above their racket. They quieted down almost instantly and James continued. "There's supposed to be five of us. Where's Chase?"

"I'm here," James heard a weak voice to his left. He turned his head and saw Chase standing a few meters away, halfway bent over. His face was pale and he had his hands clasped over his stomach. He smiled weakly when he saw James look at him but he was shivering, even though it wasn't cold.

"Chase!" James cried, scrambling to his feet. He rushed over to his friend on shaky legs, closely followed by the others. Chase closed his eyes and swayed on his feet, moving his hands to reveal a bloody wound in his stomach.

"Chase, what happened?" James wailed, kneeling to the ground as Chase collapsed. He put his hands over the wound in Chase's stomach; a failed attempt to staunch the flow of blood.

Chase started to twitch, limbs jerking around. His eyes fogged over and James recognized the effects of the poison that had so recently held him in its grasp.

"Can't you save him?" James screamed at Tom. "Like you healed me?" Tom was watching chase with wide, terrified eyes.

"Healing you took most of my strength. I can try," Tom said doubtfully but crouched beside Chase anyway. He started murmuring something under his breath, his hands hovering over the wound in Chase's stomach. Small tendrils of blue magic trailed from his fingertips, giving the wound a slight diamond-coloured sheen. Tom gritted his teeth in concentration, as tense as a snake ready to spring.

Tom gasped, crumpling to the ground. The magic dissipated and Tom winced, rubbing his chest. "I can't help him. I'm so sorry."

"You have to help him!" James screamed, tears blurring his vision. "Don't you care?"

"Don't – don't argue," Chase wheezed suddenly. He opened one dark green eye and stared at James. "The poison – too far in. Can't – can't save me. Live on – on without me. Let – let me die know – knowing you'll be happy."

"I won't be happy if you're dead," James sobbed, trembling violently. Chase shuddered and his eye closed.

"Try. Try for – for me."

"I – I will," James watched as Chase smiled, blood staining the corners of his mouth. He fell into one final spasm and became limp. His breaths became slower and slower until at last, they finally stopped.

Chase was dead.

XxX

Wag thought mobs wouldn't attack him. He was proved to be wrong.

Of course, he only found that out after the skeleton shot him off his horse.

Wag grunted as the arrow rammed into his shoulder, toppling him off of Khione. Of course, the arrow didn't pierce his flesh, but it still had a knockback kind of effect. Still, mobs shouldn't be attacking him. He was a wizard, supposed to be unaffected by the creatures preying senses.

Unless of course they had detected that he was a rouge wizard…

Glancing around at all of the mobs in the surrounding area, he noticed that only the undead mobs, skeletons and zombies, were making a beeline straight for him. When a creeper walked past him though, he was able to reach out and stroke it crunchy scales without it reacting.

A zombie growled behind him and he felt the mob grab his shoulder. He yanked his arm away from the undead mob and leapt onto Khione.

"Get us out of here," he whispered, grasping hold of her reigns. Khione whinnied and took off across the desert, tail flying in the wind. Normally, he would have felt free as a bird, riding Khione across the desert in the night. Now he was tense with urgency, faced with the threat of hostile mobs.

He heard the arrow before he saw it, but could do nothing as the projectile sank into Khione's stomach.

Khione screamed and stumbled, rolling onto the ground. Wag ended up getting squished between her back and the ground, but thankfully, he couldn't be hurt. He grunted, squirming out from under Khione's body, quickly surveying the situation.

The skeleton's arrow had sunk deep into Khione's stomach. In the position it was in, it wasn't deadly at the moment but infection would set in and spread fast. Wag knew he didn't have the healing powers to counter it, and he knew only one person who could help his horse.

He had to go back to civilization.

He had to find Tom.

Did anyone watch the Mianite livestream today? If you did, then don't you dare get upset at me for killing Chase. You have sadder things to cry about right now.

Random Observation: The whole reason that 'Chase' is the sixth wizard's name is because I'm a Nascar fan and they just finished this thing called Chase for the Sprint cup. Sadly, the driver who I wanted to win came in second.

"I suppose she thinks you don't forget your name. But we're not stupid - we know we're called Gred and Forge." - George Weasley, The Sorcerer's Stone

powertothepeople: Sorry about that. I was just a teensy bit mad at Jordan though.

ironhideandratchet4ever: Poor Wag is losing control...

TheAmazingQwerty: Y'know, I think you're a little bit upset with me. And as you can see, James does not die. That's saying nothing for Chase, though... :P Also, what's the 'Gray Curtain' quote?