|| The Wish... || MCYT + DSMP + SMPE ||

19

The coldness of the night air chilled the blonde.

Sure, he had been in the coldest regions of the nether for the past two years, but the Nether was always warmer then the Overworld. The coldest place in the Nether was like, 50° warmer then the tundra biome he was in.

He shivered, as he reached his hand out to open his inventory and communicator panels.

He never opened this panel around most, because they would ask how there was a small map and a list of people were on the communicator.

And he didn't really want to explain the Ally system communicator to everyone.

He pressed the system's button, and opened the clothing menu, something almost every person with a communicator knew about, just not how to use it to their advantage.

You could enter any clothing you wanted, and name it, but the clothing could only be accessed by the menu.

He clicked on the one labeled, "WarmFluffForCold" and smiled slightly as the clothing appeared, over his normal clothes.

It was a really fluffy blue cape, a large dark blue jacket, a beanie, and fluffy snow boots.

He had left out the pants and shirt option on the menu, since he was most likely going to have pants and a shirt on. That or it'd just be him in shorts and the rest of the outfit.

He closed the menu, and started to walk off.

He made it a few hundred blocks, before he exited the tundra, and found a plains biome.

He quickly opened his communicator and changed the warm clothes to off, and walked through the biome with his sword out.

He made it through the plains, the forest after the plains, and then entered a swamp land.

He was entirely certain he had gotten lost somewhere along the way, until he saw a wooden path.

He put his sword away, and walked along the path.

It was almost sunset when he found civilization.

Smiling to himself, he walked along the old path.

It had been years since he was this direction.

He kept tabs on the region, often sending people that way, but never visited.

This place wronged him so much.

He had been betrayed, killed, revived, manipulated, and so much more.

That all lead to him leaving.

He left for his own mental health, and because he was afraid he'd become like his idol, by going insane, killing people, and/or blowing up a country.

He had healed, not entirely, but no one can heal entirely after you go through traumatic experiences.

He walked down the path looking at old places he used to hang out at with his friends.

How he wished that peace lasted longer then the first month of their nation.

He had no idea what even brought the region from peace, to hateful wars.

He had once tried to keep the peace, but that all failed when two of his closest friends tried to kill him.

There was still a part of him that said that it was all just a prank, and they had no ill intent, but he knew they weren't acting with reason.

Blame the seventeen year old, traumatized, guilt ridden, manipulated, dulled blue eyed, blonde for everything bad that happens.