Our Reality ( After The Haunted FF~EDITING)

Chapter 8: Corrupt

( Grayson's P.O.V )
"Drake?!" I whisper-yelled, trying to shake him awake.
"What should we do now? Take him to the inn? It isn't that far from here." Mia suggested, worry much in her voice aswell.
"...maybe we should...he could have been tired. He usually does pass out sometimes anyway." I agreed, placing him on my back.
"Can you watch out for anyone? I can't really actually fight while I'm carrying him." I asked.

She nodded and brought her cutlass out. We walked the rest of the journey to the inn. Once we got there, we payed for beds and went upstairs. There weren't any mercenaries there, which was quite lucky, something that I'm not exactly used to. I removed Drake's bag and placed it on the corner of the wall where the Paganum will most likely not see it, and I placed Drake on the bed, pulling the covers over him. Mia and I both then went downstairs to buy supplies. We bought sleeping bags, health potions, food, water bottles, and some arrows. We didn't buy bows because we already had one each for ourselves, and berries weren't hard to find around the area. We put the things we bought in our bags, checked on Drake, then Mia and I went downstairs to eat.

( Drake's P.O.V )
I woke up and looked around. This is NOT where I was last.
"Grayson?! Mia?!" I yelled.
No response. I looked around and saw netherrack all around me. I called for Grayson and Mia again, but there was still no response. I tried to run away from the area, but a circle of fire appeared, making me stop in my tracks. I didn't move.
"What do you want Herobrine!?!?" I shouted at no one. I glanced around looking to see if I could find him anywhere, beginning to regret that I had said his name.
'Drake.' I heard, a voice calling my name.
"Armen? Is that you? Is it really you?!" I shouted, my eyes getting watery.
'Don't cry Drake. I'm fine. You have to be careful though.' He said.
"What do you mean?"
'It's Herobrine. You have some of His will inside of you. You have to be careful Drake. He's going to try to take control of you Drake.' My eyes widen at this.
"Can't I do anything to stop it?!" I asked.

'Drake, if you're cautious and alert, you'll be fine. Don't let Him take control. It's starting to grow. Please stay safe, for my sake.'
I paused momentarily. I then spoke.
"I will. I promise! I don't want to hurt Grayson or Mia."
'Good. But,...who's Mia?' He asked.
Before I could respond, he added,
'Eh, I'm sure I'll find out soon enough. I'm sure we'll meet again soon Drake. Besides, I have a score to settle with Herobrine.'
"Wait! What do you mean by that? Will we meet you soon?! You never even confirmed if you're actually Armen!"

'Don't worry. You'll find out soon, I promise. Just stay safe.' I could have sworn he smiled. Not a creepy smile or an evil smirk, just a genuine smile. It had to be Armen.
And at that, I woke up. I was looking at the ceiling and saw that I was in a bed. I took the covers of the bed off of me and stood up. I looked around, and saw no one in the room but me, and there were several beds here. I was a bit dizzy, but I could tell that we were at the inn. I looked around for my backpack and saw that it was in the corner of the room, right next to where my bed was. I opened it and looked inside. Everything that I took with me from my house was there. And a couple of new things that I could have sworn I didn't put inside. I put my backpack on and went downstairs to see if Mia and Grayson were there.

( Mia's P.O.V )
As me and Grayson were talking and eating, we heard footsteps coming from upstairs. We glanced up and saw a slightly woozy Drake starting to come down from the stairs.
"What happened?" He asks.
"You passed out. Again, apparently." Grayson answered. He then suddenly didn't look so tired anymore.
"Wait...did you guys carry me here?" He inquired.
"I carried you. Mia watched our backs." Grayson responded.
"I see...Did you guys buy supplies? My backpack had somethings I don't remember putting in there." He remarked, taking one of the empty seats at the table.
"We did." I answered.
"Do you want something to eat? Unless you want to go back to sleep?" Grayson added.
"I'm not exactly too hungry, but if I don't eat anything, I might regret it." Drake replied, making his way to the clerk. I turned to Grayson.