Fate of The Three

A Fated Meeting

It has been about a month after I found the cave. In that time, I had made myself a home. Home. The word brought back sad memories. Then I had a family. Friends. A... A caring brother. At least, most of the time. I never thought he'd hurt me. I was wrong. He did hurt me. A rusty meow took me out of my dark thoughts. I looked down. The mountain cat gazed back at me. I smiled. He had followed me on my first day, and has stayed at my side ever since. I knelt down and ran my hand along his back. He purred, stepping closer to me. "Well,at least I have you." I whispered. He blinked at me with purple eyes. Ender eyes. I blinked. I'd never noticed his eyes were ender! I studied him again. He was a hybrid! Like... I closed my eyes as another face pushed its way into my thoughts. He was so much like my brother, yet different. Drake had always been there for me. In a way, he was more my brother than Collin ever was. They both had the same wavy brown hair, and Drakes left eye was the same shade of blue as mine and Collin's. I blinked. They even wore the same clothes-a blue T-shirt and jeans! That... Is very weird, actually. I shook my head. I have no clue if Drake is even alive! The thought brings a twinge to my chest. He has to be alive. He's too resourceful to get trapped in one of Herobrine's traps, right? I began to shake. He can not be dead. He can't be! I ... "I need you Drake." I whispered, burying my face into my hands. Something butted my arm. I looked up. The cat gazed at me. I sighed. "He has to be alive." I whispered to him. He purred. I decided to take that as encouragement. "Come on, Kitty." I whispered. I started back to my cave. The cat followed. I watched him run ahead. He knows where we are going. I frowned. I have got to quit calling him "kitty". He needs a name. I paused. " I got it!" I announced. The cat turned, responding to the sound of my voice. "How do you like the name End?" I asked. The cat blinked, then let out a high pitched meow. I grinned. "I'll take that as a yes." End ran on ahead, and I followed. It was almost like having a piece of Drake with me. The thought made me smile. I did miss him.

I was about half a mile from my cave when I heard it. The sound of an arrow being pulled taunt on a bow. I ducked, and the arrow flew past me, barely missing my ear. I glared. Shit. Someone saw me. I should have been more careful! I don't wear the same clothes anymore, just a black T-shirt and jeans, but my face is still very recognizable. I began to run. Another arrow flew past me. In the corner of my eye, I saw them. The shooters. End ran at them and began to attack. They were dressed in black cloaks and hats! Just like in my dream. I know I have to fight, but I really don't want to. Cursing, I took out my daggers. One black and one blue. One black cloak dove at me, diamond sword drawn. I dove under him and stabbed him in the leg. A non-life threatening injury, yet it will stop him from coming after me. Another black coat attacked. And another. I soon lost track, my body on autopilot as I tried to think of a way out of this one. But no easy solution came to me.

Suddenly one of the black cloaks stepped beside me and blocked the blow that was about to hit my knee. The black cloak let out a surprised squeal. I glanced at the black cloak as he dove at his comrade, aiming for his hip. he connected, and the comrade fell. He glanced at me. His blue eyes were hard to read. Another black cloak charged him. He turned, sword ready, when they stopped in front of him. "Jason, what are you doing?!" The voice was feminine. She was a girl. I blinked. She had just asked what I was wondering myself. What was he doing? This... Jason. Jason sighed. "Tasha, he saved my life. I'm just returning the favor." I stared at him. Saved his life? I didn't do that! Hell, I haven't seen another living person since... I don't even know when! Its been so long... The girl, Tasha, exhaled. "But what if Grace is right Jason? What if it is a trick?" I frowned. I honestly had no clue what they were talking about, but my instincts told me we weren't going to be alone for much longer. I began to back away. I didn't want to hurt them. They seemed so much younger than me! And...well, why not admit it? Jason kinda reminded me of Grayson, my teacher. They both had that quiet determination, the will to survive. Their names even sounded alike!