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 1,180 words. This story has 14,301 words in total. NOTE: I do NOT own Mianite, any Youtubers mentioned, Minecraft, and really, I don't own anything except the idea.

Chapter 10

Wag couldn't help himself. He had to check. He had to make sure there wasn't the faintest bit of life left in Tom. He couldn't just leave his friend without knowing if he was dead or alive.

He knelt beside Tom and laid a trembling hand on the wizard's chest, desperately hoping for a heartbeat. He sobbed even harder when he felt no life pulsing beneath his fingers. He collapsed, one arm draped over Tom, crying hysterically.

He felt something tucked into a pocket on Tom's robe and pulled it out, wondering what it was. His eyes traveled over a leather pouch, long ago dyed light blue.

"This ground mukamura plant has potent healing powers. Use it only in times of great need." Khione's sweet voice seemed to echo in Wag's ears. With unsteady fingers, Wag unloosened the clasp that held the mukamura pouch shut. He carefully took a pinch of the ground leaves, blinking in surprise at the strange scent, which almost smelled like figs and mints combined. He shook off his thoughts about fig-mints and gently opened Tom's mouth. He dropped the mukamura into the other wizard's mouth and sat back, waiting anxiously for something, anything, to happen.

Tom remained limp as ever.

Wag had just about given up hope when he heard Tom draw in a rattling breath. He gasped in relief, practically throwing himself onto Tom and hugging him tightly. He started sobbing into Tom's robe, this time out of relief.

"Wha – Wag? Can't – breathe!" Tom gasped opening his eyes. Wag laughed, just so relieved that Tom was alive. He rolled off of his friend and ended up in a crouch continuing to hug Tom, only not quite as tight.

"You're alive, you're alive," Wag kept repeating, tears flowing freely from his eyes. Tom struggled out from under him seemingly confused. The recently revived wizard stood up shakily, and fumbled for his wand.

"Where'd my wand go?" He asked. Wag's eyes widened and he abruptly stopped smiling. He handed Tom's wand to him, also standing up. Tom held on tight to his wand, staring at Wag.

"I remember now," he whispered. "You tried to kill me. Why are you still here?"

Wag almost forgot how to breathe. "You were dead, Tom."

Tom really did forget how to breathe. "I was what?" he said, lowering his wand.

"Dead," Wag stared at the ground, shoulders shaking. "And I killed you."

"Then – how am I alive?" Tom said slowly, eyes wide in shock and staring at nothing. Wag shook his head wordlessly and picked up the mukamura pouch. He handed it to Tom, who took it and stared at it uncomprehendingly.

"Mukamura?" he asked. Then he covered his mouth with his hand. "You – you used it – on me?"

"Yes?" Wag said, almost like a question, wondering if he had done something wrong.

"You had no idea what you were doing with this medicine and you gave it to me, after you had killed me?" Tom asked, unidentified emotions swimming in his eyes.

Wag jumped in surprise as Tom threw his arms around him in a hug. "You're an idiot, but you're the best idiot out of all of them," Tom whispered. "You didn't even know that this medicine could cause spontaneous combustion. You just knew that it could heal me. For once, I'm glad for your idiocy."

"Thanks?" Wag asked, not sure whether to be offended or relieved.

Tom stopped laughing abruptly. "Wait, where'd Phil go?"

"Oh, I'm just standing over here, thanking Notch that I know how to teleport," Phil's sarcastic voice came from behind Wag and he turned to see the wizard hovering a few inches off of the ground, arms crossed irritably.

"So I assume your magic bubble prison gave you quite the adventure?" Wag asked, half-grinning. Phil couldn't help himself; he burst out laughing, unable to keep a stern face.

"Well," he said between fits of laughter, "If you – put it like that -" Phil finally pulled himself together again, though he couldn't stop smiling.

"Phil's Magic Bubble of Awesomeness?" Tom asked, snickering. They all fell into another laughing fit, the mental image of Phil dancing around in a pale pink bubble all engraved in their minds.

"Okay – though," Phil panted, "In all – seriousness – Wag – didn't you come – here for Khione?"

Wag suddenly froze, tensing. "Khione," he whispered, started to panic again. Somewhere, out there in the desert, his horse was wounded and he had no idea if she was even still alive. He knew that it didn't take long for infection to set in, and in the place where her wound was, she would be especially susceptible.

"Don't worry, Wag," Tom smiled. "I'm going to go help her."

Wag smiled gratefully and gave Tom a quick hug. "Thanks for – for everything."

Tom grinned. "That's what friends are for."

XxX

It had been months after the incident where Wag had gone rouge. Khione was back to full health, and what made it a lot easier was that by the time Tom had started to tend to her, her wound was still clear from infection.

Wag had a lot to owe Tom. So as the soft light from a nearby torch illuminated his robes, a feather dipped in ink could be heard scratching across a piece of paper. Wag smiled slightly, pausing his writing for a moment, and read over his letter to Tom.

Tom, we both know that our friendship has had a few 'bumps in the road' lately, but I wanted to thank you for everything.

Thank you for finding me that one day in the woods, when I had just been beaten and I was alone. I had never known what friendship felt like and you showed it to me. You stuck by me when time after time, I would show up in that clearing, bloody and often limping. I smile when I remember how you gave Carpmod (or Crap-mud as you so enjoyed calling him) a taste of his own painful medicine. To this day, I still wonder if you were secretly training to be a ninja.

Then, when we had been on the run for two years, and the army Carpmod was leading caught up to us, you were the most eager to say that I wouldn't be left behind. You healed me when the sacrificial dagger struck me, and though you couldn't save Chase, you tried your best. I think his death honestly hit you the hardest; I can't imagine never showing that.

Then, in more recent events, you always believed that somewhere, I had goodness in me, despite my attacking the others. You understood I was going through tough times, and let me know you were there if I needed you.

For all that and more, I have enclosed a very special gift in this letter. See those runes engraved onto the side of the emerald? It the ancient tongue, it means 'faith' but today, you would say it as 'waglington.' Yes, my dear friend. The name I prefer to use means 'faith.'

Your faithful friend,

James

And thus ends The Wizard's Curse! The next story like this will be up in exactly a week, on November 28th! And I'll give you a hint as to the two people it's going to be about - "MOO!"

Random Observation: Bananas are delicious.

Wizard QotD:"I'm going to go back into my nice wizardly corner and sulk" - Waglington, Mianite (The episode on redstone)

Ddragonn: Thanks!

KittKaz: Ahh, such dramitica! But I legit couldn't stop laughing after reading your review; which wasn't good because it was after midnight!

TheAmazingQwerty: But there's a surprise happy ending! (It was so weird to write - I'm better with torture and sadness than joyful interactions)