Captured By Squids *remake*

Chapter 39

(Mitch's POV)

I can make my sorcerer bring back your friend.

The words rang in my head like bells.

"You...you could bring back J-Jerome?" I whispered. Squidlox nodded. I clenched my fist.

"For...some....information on Sky, on the entire Sky army?!" I breathed. Squidlox nodded again.

I sat still, the choices swimming in my mind like fish in a whirlpool.

"So, let me get this straight. If I give you info, I betray my friends and my army for my friend. But if I don't say anything, I lose my best friend for good, but keep Sky and the rest of my friends safe, as well as all the recruits." I mumbled.

"I'll give you 5 minutes." Squidlox said. As I thought deeply, memories of Jerome washed over me.

*Flashback*
Mitch walked along the dense woodland of the forest, nervous and scared. Banished from his home village, he was sent wandering and scouring the forest to find food and water by himself. It was his first night alone, with many mobs roamed the forest in silence. The moon was covered in a thick cover of grey clouds.

As Mitch walked, he heard something rustle a nearby bush. Jumping to the side quickly, he dashed behind a tree. Peering around it cautiously, he saw a baby zombie stumble out of the bush. Sighing with relief, he stepped away from the cover of the tree, and approached the little monster.

"Heh, your not so menacing, are ya?" Mitch said, squatting down. The zombie squinted its eyes, and grabbed a nearby stick and started beating Mitch's leg with it. Mitch rolled his eyes. Grabbing the stick from the zombie's hand, he waved it in it's face and then threw it deep into the forest. Smirking, he looked down at the zombie.

The zombie, who was clearly not happy with losing its stick, let out a angry cry.

"Awe, are you sad your widdle stick is gone? Huh? Is that why your crying?" Mitch teased.

Suddenly, 3 adult zombies popped out the ground. 1 approached the baby, clearly trying to comfort it, while the other two advanced on Mitch.

Mitch, started, turned to flee, but tripped on a stump that was hidden in the darkness. He grabbed his ankle, it starting to swell and throb.

"Ugh! Stupid stump! My ankle is twisted!" He cried angrily. As the zombies approached closer, Mitch tried to stand, but only fell after every attempt. The zombies were only a few block lengths away, and Mitch had nothing to defend himself. Now he wished he would've kept that stick. He closed his eyes, and waited for death.

But death never came. Opening his eyes, he gasped at the sight of all 4 zombies dead. But there was another new comer, hidden in the shadows of the trees.

"Um...hello? Who's there?"Mitch called out. The shape dashed into the woods, and disappeared. Mitch heard a rustle behind him, and jumped as he realized the person was now behind him. As the clouds parted, the moon shown through, and lit up the ground, as well as the new comer. The new comer was about as tall as him, and was covered in thick, furry, brown fur. He smelled like fish, and He had brown eyes, and He wore a tux. A new diamond axe was hanging on his belt.

"Hey, are you ok? A kid like you shouldn't be running around the woods at night. It's a dangerous place you know." The furry creature said, stretching out a paw to help Mitch stand. Mitch didn't take his hand.

"I can't stand. My ankle is twisted." He said, pointing at the swollen ankle. The furry creature bent down closer to his ankle, and gave it a sniff.