It was the most perfect day you could ever ask for. The sun was out, his friends had been looking over the balcony which oversaw the village they ruled and protected. Everything was going well. The villagers greeted them cheerfully. They had saved this village and built a castle around it after the Zombie Invasion, which later turned out to be a big misunderstanding between the villagers and the zombies in which the zombies had mistaken the villagers for the village that had slain the Zombie King, but the adventurer and his friends had helped sort out the issue. So now here they were with the beautiful castle and inner city. The sun was shining. The adventurer and his friends had headed down the steps of this castle together. They took the picture at the base of it. Little did they know that was going to be the last picture they took together. Then things started going downhill at a rapid pace. As soon as the Chaosbringers showed up. There were unexpected and ominous storm clouds that seemed to follow a large army of other players in menacing-looking armor towards the castle. The cautious ruling trio prepared the castle defenses in case anything went wrong and cautiously called to the threatening groups asking what they wanted. The ominous group simply shouted in unison "We are the Chaos bringers!" raising their weapons. The trio were behind the castle walls. They knew danger was upon them so they were readying all the defenses. The defenses weren't enough to stop the Chaosbringers though. They charged at the castle with tnt and fire, blasting through the doors and easily conquering the obsidian barriers, burning everything in sight. The villagers tried to flee in terror and the trio knew they were outmatched, for these Chaosbringers had weapons which had never previously been seen before, weapons which launched fire and lava. The trio was trying to get as many villagers out as possible but the Chaosbringers had them surrounded. The castle was collapsing in flames, the hand carved pillars being reduced to rubble, and the Chaosbringers were slaughtering villagers everywhere as they tried to run. The adventurer watched in horror as they tried to run to safety. He should have been the last one out. It shouldn't have been them…. A large explosion from behind them. Rubble falling everywhere. Adrenaline coursing through his veins, he instinctively scrambled to his feet, ears ringing, and ran as fast as he could, the Chaosbringers' flaming weapons of lava shooting fiery blasts just barely missing him as he ran. He ran until he couldn't run any longer and then passed out from exhaustion.

He woke up and it was raining. There was heavy thunder and lightning. He noticed a gash in his leg from the explosion. The blood was mostly dry now, but it still hurt. He didn't care that it hurt to walk; he needed to know if his friends had made it. Even though he had the sinking feeling that the blast had killed them, he had to know for sure. He could still see the smoke rising from the area where the castle had once towered over the landscape and he headed towards it urgently, part of him still hopeful that at least someone else had survived. Surely I can't be the only survivor…. Can I? he thought. He came back to the still heavily smoke-filled landscape. He could hardly see anything through the smoke. He called out for his friends, but then he heard talking. He could recognize some of the voices were from those Chaosbringers. His heart was racing. He could see the outlines of the menacing armor and intimidating weaponry in the heavy smoke. Suddenly his foot hit something with a loud clatter and he ducked down to the ground hoping they would think he was dead or not notice him. He could see the head of the armor turn to face him. It stood there for a moment, then turned and walked off into the smoke and shouted "THIS PLACE NEEDS MORE FIRE!" to presumably another group further off. He turned his head and found he was staring directly into the empty sockets of a skull. He could tell it was a player skull. There was a broken and partially now melted crown, permanently welded to the ground from the heat of the flames, but there was enough of it left intact to see the engravings on one part. The skull was cracked. He felt a combination of complete horror, disbelief, and mourning. He scrambled to his feet, startled and traumatized from being face to face with that seared, dead, skull, which had once been his friend. He saw the pile of rubble which was once their castle and home. He could see something shiny while he was pressed down to the ground so he quickly and cautiously headed over to investigate. The locket once worn around his other friend's neck, engraved, Best Friends Forever. The heart shaped locket had stains of blood on it now where it looked as though it had been tightly gripped by a bleeding hand. His friend had promised he would never let this locket out of his sight and he knew it meant the world to him. He saw it wasn't on his friend's person, and he knew. He just knew; He didn't make it. Suddenly the adventurer could hear shouting and the sound of Chaosbringers coming his direction and he knew he had to get out of there immediately so once again, he ran. He sprinted to that forest as fast as he could, tears blurring his vision as he ran. Which brought him to where he was now. In the forest alone, sad, and uncertain of what the future held for him now, after his entire life had been ruined. Always wondering: How did he survive? Why did he survive? What was he supposed to do now that he had lost everything?

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