This story takes place after The Jungle Temple Oracle
(I am not english, so sorry if I´m not grammatically correct all the time (and sorry if I write so much «he» instead of writing «I» as if he were thinking it haha)(I hope the whole story I wrote was able to fit in here(and now I have to stop worrying)
Gameknight999 opened his eyes slowly. Looking around, he could see a silvery mist surrounding him, and his first thought was that he had to be in the Land of Dreams. His first move was to look around for threats, but he could not see any shadows or shapes. Not even a single tree were around, the only thing he felt was the soft ground under his feet; it felt like some kind of sand. Strange, I can´t even sense any presence around. Everything is so quiet. Dropping his shoulders a bit, he simply sat down on the ground. Usually, in the Land of Dreams, he always felt this fear of that some zombie or monster would just jump of the mist and attack him. However, it did not feel like that this time. Everything seemed so peaceful. Finally relaxing, he thought of his friend, Shawny. Shawn, the only real friend he had. All Gameknight wished for was that his friend finally could say that his father was home and was fixing the Digitizer, and that he soon would be able to go home with his sister.
Then he started to think of the bullies at school again. He was always getting so tired of helping her sister out of the situation all the time, could not she just think a little before acting? But Gameknight would always love her anyway. Therefore, he could never relax as long as his sister was inside Minecraft. Or him. Come to think about it, Gameknight wondered what could be so different with the bullies than the evil mobs here in Minecraft. He dared to stand up against Erebus, Malacoda, Xa-Tul and Shaikulud, so why didn’t he stand up against the bullies? Why didn’t he draw a line for the bullies, when he did it against much more dangerous threats? But then he realized it: Because at school he was alone. Not Hunter’s bow, neither Crafter’s wisdom nor any of the NPC’s protection. No one to stand up for him and help him. Why didn’t he spend some time socializing instead of trolling other users on Minecraft and grief their creations? No. That time was over. He knew better now.
Suddenly, he saw a dark silhouette taking form inside the mist. He reached for his sword, but then he realized his inventory was empty. He remembered how he had gotten his bow in the Land of Dreams long ago, but before he could react he heard a well-known voice.
-Gosh Gameknight, you should have seen your face now. It looks like your head is gonna fall if you keep swapping your face from being terrified to being shocked and then confused again.
Hunter smiled a teasing smile, her hair almost covering her face. Blowing it away, she waited impatiently for Gameknight to reply.
-Oh, Hunter it is just you, Gameknight said in a relieved voice.
-Who did you think it was, a zombie? I would like to see a zombie with red hair. So, what is this kind of place? It´s so empty. No trees, just sand. Any unexpected meetings with someone you don’t really like?
-Actually, no. Can’t you feel it too? Gameknight asked Hunter in a curious voice.
-Some kind of creepy feeling running down my back? Nope. Actually, it feels very peaceful here.
-That was what I meant, I cannot feel like… anything bad, or something like that.
-So what are you doing here? Chilling? Oh, I forgot you don’t know how to get way from the Land of Dreams. Oh, wait, expect from screaming as loud that someone thinks that you are going to die. Oh, now I forgot an other thing, usually when you scream, it is because you are gonna die if you don’t get out of here. My bad. Hunter smiled again the same teasing smile that she often wore.
Gameknight could not help but smiling.