Next Gen Survivor

Chapter 4

(Andy's POV)

     What the fuck just happened? Mason is out of his mind! Those where the only thoughts in my head as we got back to the others. They had all taken fencing or something, cause they were all fighting like pros with there swords. I saw Ryan a ways off, practicing with an extra crossbow. I walked up and leaned against a tree behind him.

     "You need to wa'akir" I said, walking up to his side.

     "What?" He looked at me confused.

     "Wa'akir, you need to still your breath before you shoot." I pulled out my crossbow and shot, hitting the center of the bulls eye. He looked at me, and I saw his gaze soften. He focused back on the target, stilled his breath, and fired. I heard a thunk as he split my arrow down the middle.

     "Huh... Maybe your not as dumb as you look" he said as he looked at me. I rolled my eyes and showed the others key moves they would need to know.

(Time skip 2 weeks)

     Mason was the last to finally get all his armor on. I preferred no armor.

     "Hey Andy, why don't you have any?" Mason questioned, looking me up and down.

     "Slows me down to much. I carry some with me, but I never wear it." I shrugged.  Everybody had found a weapon that suited them best. I had my katanas, Mason and Ryan had crossbows, Jake had a bow staff, and Jacob and John had double axes. I gave a two-noted whistle and a Raven flew down and landed on my shoulder. I tossed him a bit of food and he snached it.     

     "Who's this little guy?" Mason asked, scratching my Raven under it's chin.

     "Midnights Shadow... Had him since I was little. He's my eyes in the sky." I said right as Midnight took to the sky's again. I took a breath and looked at the long track ahead of us. We didn't know where we were going, but we knew we had to move. I mounted my black horse and the rest mounted theirs. We all started trooting toward the west, just to see what we would find. Mason rode up beside me and matched my speed. I blushed and looked slightly away, remembering what he had done a few weeks ago.

      "So... Andy... Why were your eyes white?" He asked.

     "Well, I'm sure you heard the rumor that my dad, Knight as you know him, was Herobrine's son. I can tell you that's true. In stead of getting some shade of brown, like my parents, I inherited Herobrine's eyes. I even got a little bit of magic from that." I spun a bit of my black-colored magic out of my hand, showing him. 

     "Wow, elementary must have been tough..." He said, then palmed his forehead. "Nevermind, high school must have been worse... Thanks to me and the other 4..."

     I laughed, "yeah, you guys didn't help. But... I never thought that... You, felt that way about... About me..." I said, blushing harder. I looked over and saw him blush.

     "Yeah... I don't know what I was thinking... I just sorta did it..." He looked away. I smiled and bumped my horse into his. He looked at me, and bumped me back.

     "Hey! Knock it off!" Ryan snapped from in front of us. I looked at Mason and we laughed, urging our horses to run ahead of Ryan's, goofing off the whole way. We ran off the path and up a hill. We stopped at the top until we saw Ryan coming after us. We ran our horses again and stayed ahead of him. Jake, John and Jacob caught up and tried helping Ryan out, but they failed terribly. 

     "This is just a fucking good time right now!" Mason shouted to the boys behind us as we kept running. He looked over at me, and I smiled, my horse getting a boost of speed and bolting forward. A few minutes later, as I was trying to get the horse to go faster, it bucked me off. 

     I rolled and tried to avoid it's hooves as it bucked and jumped away.

     "Andy!" Mason jumped off his horse and ran over to me. I sat up just as he got there.

     "I'm fine, I'm ok" I said as I looked at a cut on my arm. He hugged me tight.

     "I know your not!" He pulled his shirt from his waist and ripped a sleeve off, tieing it around my arm like a bandage. I looked at him the whole time he was doing this. He finished and stood up, helping me back onto my horse, ever thought I attempted to reject the help. 

      I brought my horse to a trot and took the lead, turning us north-west.