Huskys POV:
I decided to take a drink of tea from the cup I brought with me to the stairs while Max threatened to take away Skys butter. He clutched his sword to his chest, pleading for him not to. Jason smacked him in the head because Sky said he was obsessed with butter. I'm sure he's not obsessed, he's just a big fan of butter.
"It's alright Sky, I wont take away your butter." Sighed Max, and I could see the look of relief on Skys face as he hugged his butter sword happily. "But I'm joining you on your mission." I tried to swallow the big gulp of tea I suddenly took from surprise, but I only choked and spit-taked on Barney. Thankfully he wasn't fazed by that and I quickly turned towards Max.
"What?!" I say, my throat hurting a little from choking on the tea. "I know that you're a good fighter, but against what we might face you could die. Jerome has already died, although we have no idea how he respawned."
"Mabye love brought him back, like in the stories." stated Mitch who hugged Jerome. I rolled my eyes, looking at Max. He was chuckling a little, and Herobrine had a smile on his face.
"I'm sure he can hold his own." I had no idea what Hero was talking about, until I smelled pepper. Max had a rusty red aura around him.
"You have two defensive/healing auras, you need an offensive type with my blood. Especially if you want to find the missing map from the mountain." I look at him curiously.
"Okay, how come you sound as though you know where it is?" asked Deadlox, and Max smirked, crossing his arms.
"My family has the peice. The only person to survive the wolf and not be affected by its secret technique was my great grandfather, and he took it to our home as a trophy."
"Sky already killed the wolf." Jerome pointed out. "We all basically survived."
"But the technique still got your two Defense Casters. It was a temporary loss of defensive abilities." Ssundee looked confused, and Max sighed. "My family Elder will have to explain the Casters to you, I'm not the best at teaching. I found out when I was six that my brother was going to teach me, since he was an excellent teacher, but his life was tooken." He looked a little bit at Hero, and now I understood why he tried to behead him earlier.
"How would your family react to me?" asked Hero, and I could hear the uncertainty in his voice. He probably didn't want his head getting nearly cut off twice in one day.
"If you have any way at all to hide the fact that you killed my brother, they wont try and kill you." Max shrugged, and Herobrine got a look of recognition on his face.
"I have an idea!" He closed his eyes, his aura appearing for a second. When he opened them again, they were his old amber human eyes.
-Time skip an hour-
Herobrines POV:
We stood at an entrance of a clan village. Max was speaking with the quards, trying to grant us permission. I keep my head down, I may not have my glowing eyes activated, but I may still be recognizable. Ssundee was looking in awe at the large gates. They were made of birch and dark oak, and they somehow got the wood to intertwine with each other, making beautiful swirls and curves within the gate. The entrance is made out of stone, but some spaces have what seems to be iron melded in it. An old man came out of the entrance, smiling at Max.
"So, you've returned." He said pridefully. "You have even made some friends." Max quickly hugged the old man, nearly knocking him over.
"Elder, so nice to see you." He laughed, and Sky pretended to panic.
"Oh no, hes happy, it's the APOCOLYPSE!" He fake fainted into Deadloxs arms, who blushed and dropped him seconds later.
"You're overreacting Sky." He said bluntly. I started to laugh as they had a small argument about if someone faints your not susposed to drop them. I didn't even notice that the Elder had walked up to me. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and it took all of my willpower to not teleport away. I slowly turned to the old man, who had a scowl on his face. I saw Max shrug, not really panicking, until the old man spoke.
"My grandson told my of the mission, but it seems he left out a detail." His voice turned dark, and I noticed that he recognized me. I tried to move, but a dark orange aura that smelled of chili stopped my movements. I couldn't tell why, but it felt as though I was getting tired. The old man narrowed his eyes at me, and my spell on my eyes dissapeared quickly, hurting like heck. I stumbled back, my now white again eyes bleeding. "You didn't notice a deamon was within your group." I suddenly felt mad, as I glared at the old man. He readied some sort of spell and that anger turned to fear. I didn't know why I was mad, but I backed up.
"Why am I afraid of you?" My voice was surprisingly calm, but I was starting to shake. Images appeared in my head, but they went too quickly for me to tell what they were. He took a step forward, and I could tell that the spell increased in power. People from inside the walls showed up, fueling the spell with their own auras. "What's that spell?" I saw Sky and the others, including Max, try to help me. I used my aura to put a barrier around them, making it so none of them got hurt with what the old man was about to do.
"You are going to pay for those you killed. You are going to feel what all of your victims felt, deamon." I suddenly feel pain everywhere at once, almost like electricution. I don't know if I screamed or not, I couldn't even hear my own thoughts as the pain continued. But I still heard the old man speaking. "We have been perfecting this spell for centuries, hopefully your body will give out and it will be another milenia before we have to deal with you again." I could see all of the humans I had killed, hear their pleads of mercy all over again. My vision became blurry, and the pain pushed on my soul painfully. The darkness was starting to return as my sight became red. I had to keep myself, but it was getting harder to do so. My legs had already given out, still feeling as though they are on fire. My chest burned as I coughed up black blood. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my barrier break, Sky and the others running in front of me, trying to get them to stop. Out of surprise the old man let up on the power of the spell, letting me gain control of the darkness again. I choked on blood as I tried to speak. My throat felt as though it was torn, and I knew then that I had screamed.
"I-I'm s-s-sorry..." Blood tears rolled down my face as my vision became black.

I apologize if it is a little short, I didn't have much time to write today. I have figured out Wattpad (I hope). The name I have on there is MIDNIGHTCHICKEN78, named after my pet chicken, Midnight. I don't have this story on there yet, but there should be a picture of Sky, Ross, Barney, and Max on the banner thingy that I drew. I am also working on a new cover for this story, one that uses a lot more detail and isn't made on the Paint software that comes with every computer. If you can quess what occurs next, you get a cookie (::) (::) (::) (::) Sayonara.