My Last Hope (Truth Series 4)

35: A New Arrival

A/N: Sooo this has actually been completed for a while I just forgot to upload it. Sorry! Anyway this Saturday I will officially be graduated from high school. This means that I'll have a bit more free time. However, I also have graduation parties (including my own) and a few family events that I have to attend. And at the end of August I will be starting college. Then in July I will be doing Camp NaNoWriMo again so I can get ahead on this story and won't have to keep you guys waiting forever for an ending!

Unknown POV

This is it. This is goodbye. It's time for me to go. I'll never see this place again. Tears well up in my eyes. I'll never see my friends again. I'll never see her again.

I stare at the elaborate contraption in front of me. Do I really want to do this? Am I a fool for wanting to stay? But I can't stay. If I stay, they'll get hurt. But if I go they'll be hurt in a different way. Well, I guess it's better that they're alive and hate my guts than they're dead at the merciless hands of a deranged god.

A new determination fills me. It burns in my chest. I can't let that bastard hurt my friends. And the only way to stop him is to leave them behind. I must return to my birthland. I must fulfill my quest. I must stop Brine before he destroys more of my world.

I take a deep breath, activate the contraption, and close my eyes.. A strange feeling washes over me. It feels like teleporting but a lot more dangerous. If something were to go wrong it would be the end of me.

The odd feeling vanishes. I feel weightless for a moment. Like I'm falling through the sky. Wait a minute! My eyes snap open. Shit! I am falling! I twist in the air. When I touch the ground I'm in a kneeling position. The ground below me is a polished white and gray brick with a sort of granite design. All around I smell old dust strangely mixed with fresh air and flowers. Without a care I decast my appearance change spell. It's not like it matters anyway. The bastard already knows what I look like both ways. I shift my weight and stand still staring at the tiles floor in front of me. Fine ivory hair falls in front of my eyes. I need a haircut. Slowly I lift my head up using my hand to move my bangs in the process. Around me I see tall pristine white washed walls with a high arching gold accented ceiling. I am in a hallway of sorts. I'm at the end of it actually as a few fee-no blocks- in front of me the hallway converges into a large room. Just inside the large room are several different people. Maybe fifteen at the most. Looking at them they range in age and come from various species and races. They all stare at me as if I'm an alien that just fell from the sky. Evidently I did just fall from the sky but that's beside the point. Out of all of these people there's only one I recognize. A blonde with bright blue eyes. Brice. He, however, does not seem to recognize me. Then again I wouldn't expect him too. After all the last time we saw each other I was fifteen and had my appearance spell up. He probably forgot my real appearance. That or he never saw it. Then there's also the factor of the grey color that creeps over the skin of my neck that hadn't been there when we saw each other previously.

"You're Carson and Sierra's son aren't you? The one from the prophecy?" A low male voice breaks the silence. The speaker is a man with ebony hair, stark blue eyes, and a gruff beard. He stands closest to the threshold of the room from the hall. Next to him and holding his hand is a male with the same ebony hair and beard but he has dark coal eyes. A gold and amethyst amulet stands out against his dark clothing.

"So I've been told," I reply cautiously. I'm not sure if I can trust these people. Obviously they're not sure if they can trust me either. They're all just as tense and defensive as I am.

"I suppose I should explain what's been happening." He takes a slight step toward me. I take the smallest of steps back. My shoulders bulk in tension and my hands are ready at my sides. He holds his hand ups in a surrendering gesture showing he won't attack. My body's tension loosens but doesn't dissipate. "My name's CaptainSparklez or Jordan. I'm Carson's cousin. The son of Hero and Ashlynn." The tension leaves my body and my stance relaxes upon realization that this man knew my father. No matter what. Any connection I find to my father. I will hold onto with all my might. I don't respond but that doesn't seem to bother the man, Jordan. He just grins before it quickly disperses into a frown. "To be honest we've been hoping you would come back. But we weren't expecting you too. Your brother said that you didn't want to come back."

I smile sadly. "I didn't. As far as I'm concerned there's nothing left for me here. Even my friends have thought I was dead for the past few years. I wanted to stay in the other world with the new life I formed. Even now I want to go back. But I can't. Brine threatened the lives of my friends. And the only way to stop him is here in Minecraftia. Furthermore, according to that damned Legacy, I'm the only one that can do it."

"Well you don't have to do it alone."

I don't reply. He may be right. But at this moment, surrounded by strangers, I feel alone and most utterly helpless. I HATE this feeling! I turn away from him biting my lip preventing myself from taking my anger out on him. Or anyone else for that matter. This feeling that fills my chest. The feeling of being helpless. I absolutely hate it. I don't ever want to feel this way. I don't ever want to feel like I'm helpless to help someone. To save someone's life. Helpless. Like I was when my father died. Like I was when Duncan and Rythian were fighting. Like I was when a dear friend tried to take their own life.

A door creaks echoing through the hallway. It seems to come from the large room. Where exactly in the room I have no clue. I turn back to Jordan and the strangers. The room looks ten times smaller as there appears to be ten times more people gathered in it. I actually recognize several of them. They're part of the Yogscast. Or at least the Yogscast that I knew before I left. Not by choice of course. But either way, It's all the same. I left the past behind and created a future in a different world. A future I hope to see again.

Out of all the new faces in the room there are only a few that stand out to me. One is a blonde haired girl with red highlights. For some reason she looks so familiar. I feel like I should know her. I don't know-or at the very least remember-her name. But I do remember those piercing blue eyes of hers. Where from, however, is another mystery to me. Another face, this one I do know the name of, is my uncle Ridge. He stands between two people that I feel like I know them. Like I've known them my whole life but this is the first time I've seen either of them. One is a bald man with a dark beard and white eyes. The other is a woman with long blonde hair and amethyst eyes. Lastly there are three other people that stand out. And I definitely know these three. There's no mistaking them. They are my friend, Duncan, and my brothers, Seto and Rythian.