Battle Dome

Chapter 3 ~ Elf

ELF'S P.O.V

I checked my watch, curious as to what had happened.

"Uh, guys," I say into the walkie talkie, confused. "We have fifteen minutes left."

"What's wrong with that?" Vik asked.

"Nothing," I reply. "It's just...didn't we have ten minutes just now?"

No one replied for a while. It wasn't until Ian said "I think so," that I realised that something else was going on.

"Where is everyone?" I ask, crafting an iron pickaxe and an iron shovel. We struck four iron blocks just a minute ago, so iron isn't a problem for me right now.

"I'm mining iron and cobble," Vik said.

"I'm getting string and levels for enchanting," Ian said.

Pete chirped in. "I'm just collecting anything I can," he panted. "Wood, cobble, iron, anything!"

"Jerome?" Vik asked. He isn't dead - we can't die until battle phase - when the timer reaches zero.

"I'm hunting chickens," he says in a hushed voice.

"Jerome?" I ask, in a more serious tone than Vik. "You're on their side, aren't you?"

"Maybe," he giggled cheekily.

"You're gonna die!" Ian exclaimed. I shook my head, not really knowing what to say to the bacca.

"I'll be-"

He stopped speaking. None of us screamed down the walkie talkie in case he had encountered something.

Or someone.

We hears Jerome screaming and panting. Footsteps behind his were audible, along with the clucking of dying chickens.

I climbed out of the shallow mine I was in. Luckily, I was near the centre, near spawn. I ran over to the enchantment table, on the lookout for the bacca of the blue team.

Jerome came into view, his iron axe in his hand. Behind his was the girl I'd shaken hands with at the start of all of this.

Jerome leapt over the wool line, making it back to the red side. The girl ran off, holding an apple in her hand.

"Thanks," Jerome panted, pulling a raw chicken from his inventory.

"You almost died!" I say, not sure whether to be angry at his actions or relieved that he's alive.

"It's okay," he said, relaxed. "I got most of their chickens, along with a stack of ten TNT."

I hug him, thankful for what he did, even if it meant risking his life.

"I found diamond!" Pete yelled through the walkie talkie.

"This is our games!" I yell, before retreating to the mines to shovel some gravel.