Jeromes POV:

"You can Hero, but you'll lose your mind again, permenatly, or Jerome can. And for some reason, if he goes through, with Sky, you'll both be fine." I hated the fact that this trial was basically for me, especially since I couldn't let Mitch come with me.

"What else do we have to look forward to?" asked Sky. His amulet always glowed, but it got brighter when he was really happy or something like that. I wonder if it is enchanted.

"Once you pass through, your mind will try to rip to shreds, and one or more of your deepest fears will be relived or imagined." I gulped, I really didn't want to relive anything. "But I'm sure you'll be fine once you convince yourself that it isn't real."

"So that's why if I go through I'll lose my mind..." mumbled Herobrine, and I felt sorry for him. He didn't feel what humans felt.

"So, basically, if this is some sort of spell, can Hero or you break it while we are looking for the next map?" I asked, and Ssundee shook his head.
"Impossible, we need the magic of an Ancient to do that." Herobrine looked at Ssundee quizzically.

"Big brother has pure Ancient magic, I don't know how much dark Ancient magic I have from the curse but I still have some." explained Herobrine, but Ssundee only sighed.

"If you touch it with your mind so fragile, you'll break. One touch and I almost had a magical breakdown." Husky walked up to Ssundee, a curious look on his face.

"What's a magical breakdown?"

"My magic will go haywire and if I cannot get into control in time, something bad could happen." I walked towards the barrier, dragging a pouting Sky with me. I closed my eyes, trying not to look at the swirling grey in the barrier. We stepped through, and I looked back to my friends to say everything was okay, but they were gone. The mossy cobblestone hallway turned into a dark forest. I ran over to a small pond when I noticed I was small. My clothes were a dark purple hoodie and blue jeans nearly torn to shreds. Looking at my reflection, and a visible cut on my left cheek, I was seven again. I tried to call out for Mitch, but my vocal cords wouldn't cooperate. Anything I said was in my home language. I then heard shuffling in the bushes, and I got the feeling to run, but I didn't know what was happening because I don't remember having a dark purple hoodie. When I was seven, I had a black tee shirt. I looked closer into the water, seeing something behind me.

I yelped as someone pushed me into the cold water, and I quickly swam to the surface, glaring at the person who did that, and stared in horror. There stood an eight year old. He had brown hair, and chocolate eyes. He had a chain necklace and a checkered blue and black jacket...which wasn't right. My memories were getting hazy, but I'm sure that Mitch had a red and black hoodie. In his hand was an axe, and I noticed that, strapped to my back, was a sword. I silently stared at the cackling boy in front of me, on the dry land.

"Ha, monster! I finally got you!" He laughed, and I just stared at him silently. Many of my nightmares had done this already, but it was never so real, nor did it mess with my head. I didn't know how to make it look like a fake scenario, like...someone...said.

"Yes you got me. Are we playing tag?" I speak as soft as possible with my home language. The boy then looks at me quizzically, before chucking a rock at me.

"All you monsters say are nonsense, next time, stay out of the village." He stomped away, and I got out of the cold water. I jump nimbly into a tree, and follow the imposter Mitch to his village. I nearly gasp at what I saw.

A little Sky, with his sunglasses and everything was normal except the amulet which was red. He was hugging a stuffed squid. A small Jason in a brown space suit was sitting by him, drawing. Everything was wrong, but I couldn't bring myself to think of what was wrong.
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Skys POV:
Jerome dragged me through the barrier, and it felt as though my head was going to explode. I closed my eyes in pain, curling into a ball. After it subsided, I heard a knock, but that couldn't be right. I silently sat up in my bed, and it felt as though something was missing. My amulet shined slightly and I still had my sunglasses, so I couldn't place it. I was wearing what looked to be a hospital shirt and pants. Pictures hung all over my room, mostly of my friends and I. Over the door was a broken budder sword, and at the handle, I noticed it was mine. I tried to get up, but fell immediately. The door swung open and Seto came over to me.

"Sky, you need rest." he said firmly, but there was a hint of anger in his voice. He had a small glare in his eye, almost as though he wished to not come in. If my greatest fear was to be in a hospital, then I was going to laugh my head off, but I silently hoped it wasn't spider related. I tried to speak, but no words came out, and I noticed a bandage around my neck.

"Let's get you back to bed Sky." I pushed him away from carrying me, and tried to stand. He had a surprised look on his face, and said something quickly on a walkie talkie. I stood on one leg, the other was halfway gone. I'm sure I looked as white at a ghost at the sight of my missing leg.

"Sky, lay back down. You have to stop trying to talk to them." I shake my head, and shakily move towards the door, where I saw a pad and paper. I guessed my amulet was allowing me to remember that this was fake, with no fuzzy memory, but I didn't know how to break it. I also didn't want to look like a nut job, so I decided to play amnesia. I grabbed the pencil, and it almost seemed as though it took a lot of energy, but I didn't care. I shakily scribbled out. "What happened?" Seto looked surprised, a sad and frustrated smile crossing his face.

"You don't remember do you?" He sighed as I shook my head, motioning to my neck and missing leg. "You don't remember the battle...Sky, you fought with the squids. You betrayed us." I nod silently, not happy in the least at that fact, sighing as I saw crutches, and used them to get to the door. Surprise crossed his face again, and he got in front of me.

"Sky, you have been in here for a week trying to get back to them, that and you are pushing your body too much after trauma. You need to rest, the Sky Army has died." I growl, glaring at Seto, although he didn't see my eyes under my sunglasses. I took a deep breath, and it felt like my throat was tearing apart, even if it was an illusion.

"I don't care if the Sky Army is gone. All I care about is that my friends are alright. I may have done something I thought that I would never do, but that won't stop me from caring about them. Now if you will excuse me Seto, I must get back to my real friends." The world around me started to dissipate, and I was back in the mossy cobblestone hallway. Behind me was Jerome, walking slowly as though in a trance, mumbling something in a different language. He had his axe out, hanging limply in his hand, as it scraped against the ground. I had a feeling that I needed to get my way back to the group, and I carefully walked around him and started to run back. My leg felt stiff, probably the aftermath of the spell.
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Jeromes POV:

I watched the three as they sharpened their weapons. I didn't need Deadloxs hearing to be able to tell what they were whispering.

"So daddy was sure that was the escaped monster?" asked the imposter Jason. The fake sky nodded, before turning to the fake Mitch.

"What will daddy give us if we bring back the monster?" I felt something hit me in my back, and I accidently fell from the tree, suddenly weak. My vision started to blur, and I saw a fourth boy with a tranquilizer dart. Before I lost consciousness, I recognized him as a shiny mudkip. When I woke up, the whole area around me was black. I was in a cage, and my past started to come back to me. If I remembered correctly, someone was going to die. I looked older, and sighed at the fact that I still wore a purple hoodie and jeans, although they weren't as old and full of holes. I felt drowsy, but an electric shock went through me, causing me to jerk awake with a yelp. I clawed at the cage the best I could. Not even allowing my claws to grow sharper worked, so I tried biting it open. Someone walked into the room, shoving a needle into my arm, and my eyes grew to pinpricks. I started to slash at the cage harder, not wanting to do what was going to happen. I felt a shock run through me when the person spoke.

"Stop." It said firmly in a gurgling voice, and I did. It was a squid, although I couldn't see it. The door opened again, and I heard a person trying to yell, but there was obvious duct tape. Another, larger shock, happened when he spoke. "Kill your prey." My body moved on its own as my eyes turned red without warning, hurting a little, and slashed at the human. Then my senses returned. I didn't even know how I left the cage. Blood dripped from my claws, and the lights turned on, making me want to throw up. I had just killed Mitch. I took several steps back, feeling something on my shoulder, but nothing was there. It was my Mitch, his red and black hoodie torn. A large gash was in his chest, and he wasn't breathing. I started to hyperventilate.

"Mitch?" I whispered, nearing the corpse, willing him to move. I then noticed something. This place had fuzzy edges, even if it was realistic, it wasn't real. I chuckled and whispered to the fake corpse as the spell fell, a smile crossing my face. "You lost, it isn't right to pretend to be my best friend. This world is fake, and when I see Mitch again, I'm going to give him a hug. Au Revoir nasty spell." I started to laugh from relief that it was fake once the hallway turned to normal, dropping my axe that somehow got into my hand and crumpling to the floor as my legs gave out.
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Skys POV:

I walked back to where I left the group. I could still feel stiffness in my leg, suddenly fearing that I was still in a dream.

"Sky!" called Ssundee from behind the barrier. I waved and made my way over to them, a small smile on my face.

"Ssundee, you never told me that we would be sleepwalking." My throat hurt when I spoke, and my voice was raspy. I chuckled as he pouted. He probably forgot that part.

"Why are you here and not with Jerome?" asked Mitch, and I shrugged. "I had a feeling that I had to come and get you guys for when he does wake up." Suddenly, hysterical laughter echoes through the hallway. I look back, worried about Jerome, and the barrier fell.

"He faced it, I guess, but why is he laughing so crazily?" asked Jason, and I shrugged. Herobrine looked worried.

"What if his mind broke?" With what he said, we all started sprinting to where he was located. The laughing soon stopped, and we saw Jerome walk silently down a dark oak hallway leaving his Betty axe behind, and Mitch grabbed it. Herobrines eyes lit up the area. He was looking at the map, and Mitch tried to get his attention.

"Ami, the barrier fell when you fought your fear! Good job bro." Jerome stiffened and turned to us. I took a step back, his eyes were red and his pupils were pinpricks. "Are you okay, Jerome?"

"Hey." He said softly, but his voice seemed a bit raspy as well. "Don't worry about my eyes. I did it so I could see in the dark, it'll go back to normal in a few minutes." He turned back to the map, chuckling. "I didn't even know I could do that, usually I just used it to scare bad people."

"Why were you laughing so loud?" asked Deadlox, a quizzical and worried expression on his face. Jerome chuckled as he walked back to us.

"Easy." He started, fighting some giggles. "I didn't kill my friend, I thought I killed Mitch for real because of a squid, but I didn't. I didn't kill him, and he's still alive." We looked to Mitch to see if this was normal, as Jerome sat against a wall laughing again.

"What?" He asked at our stares, and I silently motioned to the chuckling Jerome. "Oh, when he gets very scared, but then suddenly becomes happy, this happens. He's fine in the head, he just can't help but laugh with how much relief he must be feeling. And before you ask, yes...squids used him as a kid to kill people. Just don't mention it to him." He walked up to Jerome, who gave him a hug, and he hugged back. Deadlox whispered something to Jason, who started to chuckle. Probably joking about merome again.

"Ready your teleportation Herobrine, there may be no Redstone torches, but there could still be Redstone." He nodded, giving me a fake salute and making Husky chuckle, and I quickly grabbed the map. Then we were teleported back into the jungle as the place started to shake. I handed the map to Herobrine, since words started to appear around him, meaning that the magic hypothesis I had about the maps were true. He stared silently at the map, and showed it to our other magical wielder. "Can you read Latin?"
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So, how was the chapter? I was going to upload it yesterday, but I wanted to give you readers some time to read before I bombarded you with another chapter. It may have been rushed in some parts, but I guess that's okay for now. I have listened to the Endstone song Mitch made around fifty times, and I think there will be some slight Merome. Nothing too much, just small things here and there. If you have any suggestions for this story, please review and have some more cookies. (::) (::) (::) (::) (::) -lots of cookies this time