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kheprrison-arts · 7 years

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Wilderness (Chapter Four)

Fandom: Mianite Chapter: 4/? Summary: The storm ends soon, though now the food supplies will be low once again. It's time for another trek. A/N: Sorry for the lack of updating Wilderness. Hopefully this chapter is good and makes up for it's absence.

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After Tucker had left, the rest of us stood around and waited for Dianite to return. We're losing daylight quickly. Sonja, every once in a while, would try and take off after Tucker, who had gotten farther than we had thought he would, but we held her back. She knew we all wanted to chase after him, but the three of us knew better than to test Dianite's patients and trust.

Especially from our experience back home.

It actually wasn’t long until Dianite showed up again, saying how he found his camp and a bear was digging through his food supplies. He apologized for suddenly leaving but we knew he was just trying to protect us. It wasn’t too long before he realized Tucker had went missing. "You let him leave?"

"He wouldn’t have listened to us," Jordan explained, "he said he didn't trust your judgement and that you were probably lying, so he went to the mountain."

Dianite hummed, his eyes half-lidded. "Fine. I'll lead you to camp then I'll go searching for him."

"Really?" Sonja asked, excited to see Dianite wasn’t going to kill him immediately.

"Yeah. Come on," he nodded his head toward where he came from and stalked off. We followed him, trudging through the mushy snow. It stilled snowed, white flurries floating by. But it wasn’t too much. Not yet. vAgain it didn’t take long for us to get there, in fact probably only half the time it took for Dianite to run over here then run back. It was quite quaint. It was big enough for us all but we knew that he had no idea of others even existing past the mountain. It was essentially a big donut dug into the snow… about twelve feet deep.

God. Twelve feet deep and There’s still snow underneath. I’m guessing it’s just so compact now it’s probably just ice.

Dianite had us move inside, trying to find our places and told us not to go anywhere before he climbed up the snow wall and ran off. He seemed to be in a state of urgency, which I wouldn’t be surprised. The storm must be near, I can hear the wind picking up fast.

Most of us fell asleep, huddling close for warmth. Though I couldn’t sleep, not now. And I knew Sonja was having a hard time as well. The wind had really picked up over night… I mean if it were night I would have no idea. I nearly screamed at the top of my lungs when I heard a loud noise, like a deep thump. The snow around the entrance where we all lay picked up in a cloud, blinding my vision temporarily while whatever fell entered in. I wasn’t so scared anymore when I saw Dianite, his body heat almost immediately warming up the place.

He snorted and set down Tucker, who was passed out in his arms. “Is he okay?” Sonja asked, sitting up and waking Jordan.

“He should be fine,” Dianite spoke. “He found an old camp of mine and hid out in there.”

“Why didn’t you let him stay?” Jordan asked, yawning. At least someone got their sleep.

“It’s dangerous up there alone, especially with Poison Arrow,” Dianite explained.

“Who?” I asked, repositioning to get comfortable where I sat. Dianite hummed lowly and laid down on his side, probably also getting comfortable for the wave of questions he might get.

“Poison Arrow is Mianite’s dragon. She’s a black and green wyvern that protects the mountain from intruders. I have to admit she’s dangerous, I’ve come across her once and she nearly killed me…” Dianite trailed off, his eyes closed. I felt a pang of regret in my chest, I knew it was a bad memory for him. “Jericho’s lucky Poison Arrow hadn’t patrolled in that area yet. You’ll mostly find her in storms, though you’ll never get a warning like you do when there isn’t one.”

“How big is she? And what do you mean by warning?” Jordan asked.

“I can’t say how big she is now. It’s been a while since I’ve tried to trek up the mountain.” Dianite huffed. “Storms appear a lot around here, it’s common nowadays. When there is a storm all creatures fall silent in hopes to hear Poison Arrow as she hunts, but the strong winds caused by her wings deafens them. When there is no storm all can here her above the clouds, the flapping of her wings and the wind picking up under them, the sound of her voice when she finds her target. We all can hear her, so it’s best we travel only when there is no storm. Only she can hear in the blizzards.”

“Oh…kay,” Jordan said, laying back down, “that’s all I needed to hear.”

“The storm will let up soon. Probably by nightfall. It’s best to get your sleep while you can.”

“Can we use you as a warm blanket?” I asked, rubbing my hands together to create some sort of friction. Jordan had his warm jacket so he was already set anyway, having probably fallen asleep by now.

Dianite shrugged and laid his head down, Sonja and I took that as an okay and snuggled close to him. He hummed and wrapped one of his arms and his tail around us.

The next morning I woke up to Dianite running a round the camp of his. It was odd to see him back to normal, no longer a big and burly beast. He huffed through his nose when he caught my eyes. “Syndi, come and help me pack up.”

I nodded and helped him for the next few minutes, packing up several bags with meat and bait and cloth and whatnot. “We’ll be going over by the river today,” he said, “grabbing some fish before we head up the mountain.”

“Sounds fun,” I snorted. “Will there be any?”

“Hopefully. The story might’ve chased them off though.”

After we finished packing we woke everyone up and Dianite explained the game plan. He said he had a trap set up in the water, so if the storm did chase off the fish then most of them would’ve been caught in the nets he set up. He said after we go get some fish then we would start heading up the mountain. And god knows how long that’ll take.

Quickly, all of us followed Dianite, I believe still going east. “The river surrounds the mountain like it’s a moat, it always has and always will,” Dianite growled. We found the river, seeing why he was growling so much. “The storm must’ve broke the ice last night.”

The river was in a huge mess. The water rushing like there’s no tomorrow, if I stuck a hand in there I’d probably be swept away immediately and swallowed by the depths. Massive chunks of ice barreling down the waves.

“Hopefully the nets are still there,” Dianite growled lowly, setting down his stuff by a boulder. We all did the same while he told us to stay put just in case.

He was nearly close to the water, trying to see through the surface until he jumped back and ran back towards us, shouting “hide!” We all hid behind the boulder, Dianite peering around it. His hair and scales stood on end while his ears folded back in agression.

“What is it?” Tucker asked. None of us had addressed the fact that he left and nearly died. He knew he was in trouble anyway.

#Mianite Wilderness #Wilderness #tom syndicate #tucker jericho #Sonja Firefoxx #Jordan Sparklez #Dianite #Poison Arrow #a really bad chapter summary

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the-fire-foxx · 4 years

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You’ve heard of Firefoxx, now get ready for Icefoxx

Hardy harr. I don’t know about you, but I’d rather not get turned into an ice fox.

*She continued to try to escape the water, but no matter how far she walked it stuck at her knees. Looking to her left, she sees an area a little ways away devoid of water and dry. It’s parallel to where she is now*

This doesn’t make sense. Do you see that? Why is the water acting like this?

*The sand beneath her feet slips away readily and Sonja has to catch herself.*

Fuck. This is killer on the legs. How much farther until this stops?

#mianite #Sonja Speaks #firefoxx #OMGItsfirefoxx #Anonymous

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septiceyeliner · 3 years

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fundy and sonja/firefoxx are related

#that’s it that’s the post #not through same parents but like same species #they’re both humanoidish foxes that can probably shift #fundy #omgitsfirefoxx #mianite #dream smp

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syndianites · 2 months

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its so wild to have gone from the mianite days where it was all about the boys and boy kissers to be in the day where we all love the girls and the girl kissers. not to say one is better than the other, but i joined the fandom in the bleak, empty year of 2017 and finding content for Sonja, Capsize, hell even Martha, was like looking for a needle in a haystack bigger than the state of texas. its wild.

one thing that remains the same is that all of tiem reester is queer

#in all fairness to sonja #tucker and sonja were still dating irl so neither of them got a ~ton~ of ship content #but even then tucker found himself in other ships outside of sonja more often than she did #but tumblr has always had a big facination with the gays and men in particular so im not surprised #mianite #sonja reid #omgitsfirefoxx #sonja firefoxx

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coolcattime · 3 months

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Mianite D&D AU/headcanon ideas inspired by this ask from @licantropa and the tags by @syndianites and @kiwibirdlafayette

Jordan - Aasimar Paladin (Judgement)/Artificer (Artillerist)

The recently chosen champion of Lady Ianite.

He ran away started his journey away from home to find the answers of his mysterious goddess’ whereabouts in the middle of the night with only basic adventuring supplies and a small robotic companion/pet he’d crafted himself. He ends up finding an abandoned temple turned prison, which it seems his goddess had thankfully escaped from, but he quickly found himself locked in it as a group of opportunist bandits decide to try and get a ransom.

He ends up rescued by Tom, Tucker, and Sonja, a very slightly more experienced group of adventurers which happens to include the champions of the other two gods. They had been hired to rescue Jordan by his (non-biological) brother, and are surprised to hear about Jordan’s quest to find the lost goddess, but all happily join on the quest for their own reasons.

Tom - Tiefling Barbarian (Zealot)/Warlock (Fiend)

The not-quite-undead champion of Lord Dianite.

Once upon a time, Tom was just a normal barbarian, though he doesn’t remember those times very well. As far as he knows, he was once a part of an adventuring party that ended up running into a monster far beyond their own skill and ended up dead. However, his own skills ended up catching the attention of Lord Dianite, who brought him back to life as his champion -- as well as giving him a few more bonuses.

He’s the champion with by far the closest relationship to his god, having a lot of communication with him compared to Jordan (whose goddess is missing) and Tucker (whose god might as well be missing). However, his communication with Dianite has become a double edged sword as the god seems very against him helping Jordan find Lady Ianite, instead telling him to get the man to join their side. He’s happy enough to do the task, but can’t help but get nervous as they start to find more evidence that Dianite might have something to do with his sister’s disappearance and what that might mean for his friends with his loyalty to his god.

Tucker - Human Cleric (Forge)

The champion of Lord Mianite.

Tucker has always been especially loyal to his god, having grown up in temples surrounded by clerics and paladins of the highest respect. He trained and duelled with the best throughout his childhood, though a lot of his training ended up being spent in the forges creating weapons for heroes older and more powerful than himself. Most expected Tucker to become a Paladin, but his divine blessing came a lot more directly and his skills with metalsmithing became his very connection with the god he's a champion for.

He was the first person in the adventuring party after he went out into the world to prove himself as Lord Mianite's champion, meeting Tom when the two were hired for the same job. He's happy enough to help Jordan, though he's never heard of Lady Ianite before, as he believes that it might finally be the quest he's looking for to prove himself as a champion.

Sonja - Shifter Bard (Lore)/Warlock

An Archivist of the Gods.

Sonja has always been a gatherer of information, making sure to collect and tell the tales of great heroes. She was able to gather great crowds to listen to her spin tales into songs and performances. Though showy, she rarely bends the truth of the tale, giving a far more accurate tale even if it does not give the best reflection of the heroes or gods she is telling the tale of. She's popular with the people and can typically charm those who don't like her to get them on her side. However she's banned from a fair number of libraries and museums dedicated to heroes who would prefer their tales be told the way that they're currently being told.

If anyone asks, Sonja is a follower of Lord Mianite. And in fact that's what the other members of the adventuring party believe this to be the case, as in the most technical sense it is true. While definitely not as devoted to the gods as any of her fellow party members, she has a more powerful than most connection to Lord Mianite; she just also happens to have made a pact with an ancient god eating entity for more magical knowledge, but that's really her business and no one else's, even if she can feel her patron tugging to ruin their quest for the lost goddess at every opportunity.

Capsize - Half-elf Rogue (Swashbuckler)/Paladin (Crown)

“The Paladin of Ianite” / The messenger of Ianite

A pirate captain on her own quest to free Ianite who the main party find and join up with by apparent coincidence. They ordinarily meet in a tavern where Jordan, Tom, and Sonja all try flirting with her, only Sonja being in any way successful. However, said first meeting is cut short by a group of armed individuals entering the tavern, demanding a meeting with “the Paladin of Ianite” alone that evening and to make sure she actually shows, they have her brother. As the thugs teleport away, Capsize dashes out to try and find Redbeard as she recognised them as lackeys of one of her less trustworthy clients. The main party doesn't see her panicked reaction due to them all panicking themselves, believing the threat to be directed towards Jordan.

Due to the mix up, the main group end up breaking into the back and freeing the prisoner who it turns out is not Jordan's brother, but Capsize's. They quickly rush to help Capsize, who is holding her own in the meeting turned fight but severely outnumbered until the others show up. After the fight, introductions are done properly. Upon learning of Jordan's quest and title, Capsize and her brother both burst out laughing but offer to take the group to Ianerea to meet the other champion of Ianite as a payment for their help.

#and everyone but tucker is a charisma caster!#that is extremely funny to me how that has worked out #i do also have some ideas for andor (Jordans brother if you couldn't tell) and redbeard #andor as tempest cleric with a possible martial class as well #and redbeard as a swashbuckler/storm sorcercer because redbeard being a magic user is funny to me #but i have so much less of a concrete idea about them than i do with others #also i know Sonja's warlock subclass is missing that's because i don't know which one she should have #but i hope you like this mess that's come from working on my heavily d&d like oc verse #mianite #Mianite d&d #jordan captainsparklez #tucker iijeriichoii #tom syndicate #sonja firefoxx #captain capsize

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transvavsquad · 4 years

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Well sonja tends to be animal themed {firefoxx country bat} so she's probably named after an animal with a secondary more human name, while alt tucker is jeremiah which tells us nothing and honestly who even remembers jeremiah so i dont think alt tucker has a name thing so Jonas is fine, while waglington i like to think is now named Gling because thats fun to say, Gling

jeremiah i think was mostly based off of jericho? the only name that wasnt based on a fuckin. usertag was tom shgshsjs

#answering #theadelian lore

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ak0505 · 7 years

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Sonja Reid

#firefoxx #Sonja Reid

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correctmianitequotes · 5 years

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DAY THREE: SONJA

[a/n sad tiem. we’ve got your normal, expected episode three angst + some sonja specific angst! fun stuff. don’t worry, there’s some slight syndisparklez at the end. i’m probably going to start doing the dream scenario chapters next. enjoy! please give me feedback on how you think it could have gone differently!]

DAY 3: SONJA

Today was supposed to be a good day.

We started the day off with goals; get iron, make beds, and improve the house.

Tucker had just crafted the first chestplate when he announced he was going back into the mine. We didn’t think anything of it; we all had communicators, and he was only strip mining. Besides, it was Tucker. It wasn’t like it was me or anything.

Tom brought up the topic of who we thought would die first. “We’ll take it in turns. Firefoxx, who do you think’s gonna-”

“Tom,” I said immediately. I hardly thought about it. I know he’s good at fighting and all that, but he’s not very good at using his brain or paying attention. Tom has the impulse control of a rat on cocaine. I figured he would hit a zombie pigman without thinking and die on the spot, or get too greedy and fall in lava while mining diamonds. “You’re too ballsy. You’re just gonna jump in like YOLOOO and you’re gonna- you’re gonna… yeah.”

“That’s what I thought too, but then I remembered Tom telling me about another life he lived doing this and that it went okay for him, so,” Jordan countered.

“Okay, okay, fair… What about you, Sparkly Pants?”

“I don’t know. I think it’ll probably be me,” Jordan admitted. He laughed at himself.

“Really?” I said incredulously. Sparklez? Dying? Sounds fake but okay. Jordan’s wayyy too careful to risk it all, and he knows his stuff. The only way I could really see him dying is if he got caught in the water by skeletons or something where he just couldn’t fight back.

“How do you think you’re going to die?” Tom pressed.

“Ummm…” Sparklez mused for a moment. “I mean, I am about to go out and get some sugar cane.”

“Watch me die right now,” he added, laughing.

Don’t say that, I thought to myself. Jordan hopped into his little boat and sailed away.

“I mean, the only thing that could really happen is if I found one of those guardian temples and got zapped to death and- god dangit my boat broke.”

“Don’t worry, I have enough to make a new one,” he reassured us.

“Nope, he’s stranded, rip in pieces Jordan,” Tucker said.

I opened the chest and found stacks upon stacks of cobblestone. I turned to Tom who was demolishing the house and asked him, “Are you rebuilding this? There’s, like, a bunch of cobble in here.”

Tom continued digging out the sand around that area and scoffed. “I’m not rebuilding it, you are.”

“Oh, so you just destroyed it? That’s what you’re doing. Okay.”

“...... no.” Tom looked kind of guilty for a moment, then sighed. “Sonja, do I look like the destructive type? No.”

“Yes,” we all disputed at the same time.

“Alright,” Tom laughed, conceding.

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“What if none of us die the whole time?” Sparklez proposed from far off in the ocean somewhere.

“Aww, you just jinxed it!” Tom blamed him

“Why would you say it. Why would you say? That was the one thing nobody was going to bring up and you just- way to go Jordan.” Tucker’s communicator crackled. That happens sometimes when the person gets too far underground.

“Hey Tucker, you brought food, right?” Tom inquired, tapping his comm.

“Uh yeah, I’m almost out, though.”

“Right, come back up here and get some. I am your mother and I’m telling you to get up here right now. I’m getting your packed lunch ready,” Tom said in a joking tone, but he actually started preparing some porkchops for Tucker to take into the mine with him.

“Alright, I’ll be up in a sec. I think I’m pretty close to discovering a system down here,” which, knowing Tucker, meant that he’d mine until he almost fainted, and then drag himself back up 2 hours after that.

“While I’m out here, I might as well look around,” Jordan reasoned. I began planning our new base while Tom went back to check on the crops.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I found… Nothing.” Jordan announced, sounding disappointed.

“Aww.”

“Actually- No wait! I did find a thing. I found an underwater temple!”

“Really?”

“Are you joking?”

I could see Tom’s brain begin to actually process what Jordan had just said. “Wait, wai- th-the temple?”

“The underwater temple with the Elder Guardian in it. You know, the only underwater temple there is?” I could hear Jordan rolling his eyes.

“WH- WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? I-GH-ghah.” Tom facepalmed, rubbing his face in hands. When he looked up at me, he had a clear expression of annoyance on his face.

“Sonja, ask me who you think is going to die first.”

“Who do you think’s gonna die first?”

“Well, there’s this guy named, uh, Captain Sparkly Dick-”

Jordan burst out laughing. Tom started gesturing dramatically. “Who decided to go off in a boat ON HIS OWN, crash it, THEN decided to go adventuring in the water when there’s an insane new mob boss IN THAT WATER.”

“I’m not going to die! It’s not like I’m going to go on in there and be like ‘hey Elder Guardian, what’s good?’” Jordan mocked.

“Alright, just- be careful, alright?” Tom intoned seriously. He looked slightly anxious. “Tucker’s in the mine, Jordan’s in a boat in a Guardian temple, and Sonja’s- Oh, Sonja’s fine.” I genuinely couldn’t tell if he meant for me to hear that or not. It was like he was taking roll. Whether the others heard it or not, they didn’t mention it.

“Oo! I just found lava! And redstone. We’re good, guys.” Tucker announced from the mine.

Tom laughed awkwardly. “Dunno why that’s a thing to celebrate. Unless you’re gonna, like, burn everything down.

“Hey, Tucker, who do you think is gonna die first?” I asked him.

He was quiet for a moment. “Pro’lly you,” he confessed.

“Me?” I repeated, offended. I mean, he was probably right, but I was still offended anyway.

“Listen, Sonj, I love you, I’d give my life for you, buuutttt…. You’re not very good at surviving. You’re better at, like, doing stuff around the base.”

“Not in a sexist way,” he clarified. “Like making it nice and purdy and making sure we can eat and stuff.

I paused in my sapling collecting and thought back to all the times that I relied on Tucker to protect me from stuff. It was a lot.

“If it weren’t for you, we’d probably be dead,” he added.

“Yeah, exactly!” I concurred, liking his addition better than the original implications.

I came back over to the place the Sand Hut once stood. It was completely flattened. Where there had once been a sandbank with a (not so) lovely base made of sand walls now stood some floating furnaces, chests, and a crude (but functional) bed. We had made a pact not to sleep until all of us could. I was only a couple wool away from having four beds.

“Did you level this whole thing?” I gawked.

“Yeah.”

“And I’m supposed to rebuild it? I don’t even know where to begin!”

Jordan cut in. “Wait did you just- completely remove-”

“Yep,” I answered. Jordan chucked.

“The poor sand hut!” he lamented. When he said that, there was a slight whine in my comm. He was getting close to the island again.

“It was shite anyway,” Tom asserted. I made a pouty face and sulked back over to the furnaces and leaned them. I built that thing- with his help. Not completely my fault it looked not so good.

The whine happened again. I could now see Jordan in his boat, wind in his hair and slightly sweaty from rowing.

Tom laughed. “Look at your cape flapping majestically in the wind! You look like a proper adventurer.” Jordan landed, smiling and slightly red in the face, although I didn’t know if it was from exertion or the compliment.

“So how big do you want this place? Not very big, I’m assuming?” I pressed Tom.

He shrugged. “Well, you’re used to not very big, so-”

Tucker’s mic crackled again as he spoke. “WOOWW. What is this? I’m off getting materials and-” All of a sudden, I heard Tucker shrieking “CREEPER!”, and an explosion so loud it caused my comm to spaz out. I felt all the air leave my lungs.

“Tucker?”

“Tucker!”

“TUCKER!?”

“TUCKER!”

We shouted to no avail.

“Maybe- maybe the explosion knocked his mic out, and he’s okay!” Tom said, panicked. He ran in a dead sprint towards the mine. Jordan followed him. I felt frozen in my tracks. Something was crumpling within me. I knew immediately that Tom was wrong. I think that he did, too. I found it in me to follow the boys into the mine. We ran down the stone steps towards where tucker had been. Tom got there before Jordan or I. We both jogged into a small, dark space. We saw Tom, kneeling on the ground, motionless. There was no body (thank god), no remains except for his items dropped on the ground and his hat, which Tom was holding in his hands. I have never seen Tom look more like a zombie than in that moment- cold and dead inside. The only way I was sure that he was still actually alive was the way his chest was rising and falling rapidly. I, on the other hand, couldn’t breathe. The need for oxygen was gone. The three of us stood there for a while, might have been 10 minutes, staring at the stuff on the ground and the crater in the walls. Abruptly, Jordan scooped everything into his inventory and straightened up.

“I-I can’t take it anymore. I need some air,” he said shortly, and went back up the stairs.

“So do I,” I managed to say. I pulled Tom up by his collar; it was doing no good for him to sit down here and rot. He followed without protest.

We made it up to the surface. I saw Jordan sitting on the grass. I joined him, plopping down without saying anything. Tom did the same, putting his face in his hands. I finally found it in me to breathe. The sunlight felt nice on my skin.

“We’re a man down,” croaked Tom. I noticed a lump in his throat.

“How are we going to defeat all the bosses and stuff now? We’ve only got three people,” Jordan said quietly.

“We’ve got the Ender Dragon, the Elder Guardian, and the Wither, and-” Tom looked like he was freaking out.

“I’m like, .5 of a person,” I admitted. Jordan laughed humorlessly.

“You might as well get on that boat, and- and sail outta here!” Tom snapped.

“Woah.” I stepped back, kind of hurt. I was really taking some blows today. Jordan put an arm around me protectively and looked at Tom reproachfully.

Tom blinked. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, looking bewildered. “I didn’t mean that. I was just-”

He pulled on his hair. Tom lashes out when he’s feeling emotional. This was the most vulnerable I had ever seen him. His pitch black eyes were glittering with tears. His voice wobbled when he spoke. He seemed very close to breaking apart.

“We need to do something. To honor him,” Tom propositioned. Jordan and I nodded gravely.

“Pour one out?” Jordan joked awkwardly. He really didn’t seem to like the atmosphere that had set upon us, so he took it upon himself to lighten the mood. Tom made a weird noise that was like a cross between a laugh and a cry.

“I’m going to build him a grave.” He stood up, took some cobblestone, and crafted a suitable headstone for our fallen friend. He placed three walls on the ground with a post on top of the middle. He put the hat on top of the post sacredly, like it was an offering to a god.

And as I was staring at it, I couldn’t help but make the observation.

It looks like a dick.

But I couldn’t say that.

Because there’s no one for me to make dick jokes with anymore.

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Tom rubbed his hands in his face and sighed. He stared at Tucker’s grave, shaking his head. “What have I been saying? Don’t go in on your own! He kept adventuring on his own!”

“I don’t know that bringing another person would have helped, though. It probably would have just killed both of us,” Jordan brought up. Tom shuddered.

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Not a lot happened after that. I went back to working on the house with Jordan’s help this time, and Tom went back down into the mine.

“I just want to check it out some more,” he claimed. While he was down there, he figured he could probably mine a bit. I think that Mianite or Dianite or Ianite or somebody was looking down on us at that moment, because not long after that Tom found twelve diamonds. Twelve. Diamonds. It should have been a happy moment, but it was ruined by the gravity

Tom emerged from the mines just as I finished placing chests in the new house. I was pretty happy with it. If there were two things I was good at, they were animal breeding and house making. I have a natural eye for symmetry and details that the boys missed somehow.

“Woah, it looks amazing, guys!” Tom said, impressed. He seemed to be in a slightly better mood. I smiled to myself.

“Thanks.” I started making beds, and was about to place them down when I noticed that I had made four out of habit. My heart sank all over again. I pushed the fourth bed into the corner. It reminded me of the lonely pig Jordan made fun of Tucker trying to shove into the pit a couple days ago. I put three beds in the center of the room.

“I’m completely shot,” Tom announced, kicking off his shoes and passing out on the bed in the middle. Jordan chuckled and clambered in next to him, maintaining a reasonable distance from Tom. I curled up on the left, near the bed that should have had my boyfriend in it.

“Let’s all cuddle together,” suggested Tom. I had no clue if he’s serious or not. I think it was one of those “what if… ha ha… unless?” type things.

“No thanks,” Jordan replied calmly, setting his glasses down on the furnace next to his bed.

“Aww, come on, Jordy poo, you know you love me.”

Jordan stayed silent, provoking Tom to wiggle up next to him. Jordan sighed defeatedly, looking up at our stone ceiling. He actually let Tom stay there for the rest of the night. Tom and I were both surprised by this- Jordan’s a fan of his personal space. I guess that he recognized that Tom needed comfort tonight. Maybe he secretly enjoys it (I think he does). Whatever the case was, I ended up getting quite a bit of space to myself. I didn’t really appreciate it, though.

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I lay awake that night, thinking about what Tom and Tucker had said about my contributions to the team.

I knew that I wasn’t good at fighting, so I stuck with what I was good at; raising animals, tending to crops, cooking the food, and letting the boys do all the dirty work. Don’t get me wrong, I love doing that stuff, but at the same time, I sometimes want a little more. But whenever I tried to help them, I just got in the way. Was I really just deadweight? I certainly felt like it sometimes. Especially on the old island. I felt like baggage, or more accurately, the lesser child. Mianite saw Tucker as the straight A son with a sports scholarship, and me as the daughter who really wasn’t good for anything except for occasionally helping Tucker. I didn’t direct that frustration towards my boyfriend- he did nothing wrong except for maybe not share some glory every once and awhile- , but it was still there. And Tom’s snide comments did nothing to help this.

Speaking of Tom, I could hear him snoring softly. Clearly the trauma of today wasn’t too much to keep Tom from conking out almost immediately. I rolled over and smiled slightly. I was grateful that Tom was directing his total lack of respect for personal space at Jordan and not me. Jordan was lying on his back, hands folded on his stomach and eyes staring at the ceiling.

“Sparklez?” I whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Do you… really think I'm useless?” It just sort of came out without me thinking.

Jordan was silent for a second, then answered, “No, of course not.”

“Okay. I know I’m not Tucker, but…”

“Sonja, you’re fine. Go to sleep,” Jordan said sleepily. I rolled back over. If there was one thing Jordan isn’t good at, it’s emotions. Specifically dealing with them, whether they belonged to him or someone else. I noticed he hadn’t done much outward processing of Tucker's death yet. He mostly kept quiet unless he was asking me where things should go or one-word replies to whatever Tom said. He didn’t strike me as a guy you could go to with your problems, unless they dealt with redstone or general crafting knowledge.

That’s something else I’m good at that no one else on the team is. I’m good at empathy. But what do the empathetics do when they need comfort?

Turn to an empty bed, I guess.

Well, there’s only one person left who hasn’t written, and it’s Tom. So he’ll probably pick back up in the morning.

~Sonja.

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The Five Heroes

Chapter Two: Awake

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Synopsis: As Jordan's walking home, he suddenly gets thrust into a new reality. Adventure then ensues

Jordan awoke slowly, his head killing him. “What happened last night” he wondered to himself. He slowly sat up in his bed, holding the side of his head as he looked around. He quickly noticed this wasn’t his house and became frantic. The walls were pink with hearts placed carefully on the walls. The windows had pink glass panes with grey or black, the man couldn’t tell. It appeared he was still in a meadow from the view outside but there were anvils everywhere.

“Uh hello” he called out as he looked down to ensure he was still wearing his clothes. Footsteps were heard coming towards the room he was in. A woman that looked to be Jordan’s age walked in. She was wearing an orange hoodie that had ears sticking through the hood. Her long brown hair went past her dark orange shorts and he noticed a tail behind her. The fur was orange with a white tip, a fox tail.

“How are you feeling?” He snapped out of the daze.

“I have a killer headache.” He wondered whom this woman was, and why was he in, presumably, her house.

“Uh, yeah, that’s probably because you fell onto my roof and smacked your head on an anvil.” He became confused, why would he fall on top of her house? There wasn’t a house for miles around in that meadow. It wasn’t possible, it couldn’t be.

“Where am I?” he looked around the room once more and noticed his shoes beside the bed.

“You’re on the outskirts of Dagrun” she replied, watching him.

“Uhhhhh, where’s that” he had never heard of Dagrun before, he was honestly questioning if he was crazy at this point.

The girl looked bewildered “it’s in the realm of Ruxomar, are you sure you don’t have memory loss too dude?”

He carefully shook his head no and looked at her. “Uh, not to be rude, but who are you.”

“I’m Sonja Reed, my friends call me Firefoxx though. Same goes to you too by the way. Who are you?”

“I’m Jordan Maron...I’ve always been called Sparklez, however.” A look of confusion crossed her face, like she remembered his name from somewhere.

“Your name….it sounds familiar,” she said in reply “I wonder...no...it couldn’t be; it was before my time and you’re my age” he was confused but it was quickly forgotten when a man with grey robes walked in.

Ianite

It had been days since Sparklez disappeared, Ianite was becoming frantic. She had sent messages to her brothers asking for help. Dianite had quickly come up with nothing. He wasn’t in the Nether. Mianite had come over to give her the news. She hoped it was good, she hoped, she knew it wasn’t though. Her gut instinct told her it wasn’t.

Mianite soon walked in holding a bong “you might want this after I tell you” he said. She sighed, she knew it, but there’s still that hope.

“Is he still here?” A look of sadness and grief for his sister crossed over his face

“No...Ianite. I looked again, then I looked a third time. He isn’t here.” She started tearing up before he even started talking, she moved to the couch and sat down as tears rolled down her cheeks, wetting her purple hair. Mianite walked over and offered her the bong, but she pushed it away, shaking her head no. He hugged the goddess as she cried into his shoulder. This time, she knew it would be a long time before she ever saw her husband again.

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