The Prophecy

Camp 1: The real prophecy

In the forest, just 1000 blocks away, Shot was lying by the fire and staring up at the night sky. The rest of the group had gone to sleep, and Kenworth had gone back to the birch forest so he wouldn't worry his new friends.

While lying there the young boy could just imagine what his parents and sister was doing back home. He wondered if they were alright, which he was quite sure they were. They probably had fallen asleep by now, after drinking some hot chocolate or tea. Maybe they had spent some time playing games like hide and seek before as well. His sister, who only was 10 yet, loved that game.

He watched while clouds hid the moon for barely a second, not even bothering to be annoyed when a gigantic cloud floated by and disturbed his view. The only thing he really could think about was how much he missed home. Sure he had learned to love his new friends, but he missed to be home in his town, playing games in the streets. There was so many great games, it was what the town was known for.

He then thought about what was happening, why he was out here, and couldn't help but wonder how many other hadn't got the memo. How many of his friends had been killed? And while a part of him really wanted to know, the other wished nothing more than to forget that thought. He didn't want to think about it. He wanted to believe that they were all safe, just like him. But he knew they weren't. He knew very well that loads of them had died, maybe some had gone to the other woods around the country, surely this wasn't the only forest out there, but he was worried.

He knew for sure he would never get back home to the life he had left. Nothing could ever be the same, and it all was because some man sitting on a throne didn't wish to lose his power. His friends was dead because Herobrine couldn't bare to die, instead he wanted to kill all the young boys around the country. And in that moment Shot set his mind on doing the one thing he thought was fair on all those who had lost their lives. He knew that Herobrine had to die, and he wanted to be there to do it.

He woke up the next morning to the lava mob shaking him. He didn't even realize he fell asleep, he just kind of did. He blinked a couple times before the sunlight didn't blind him as much, then he sat up.

"How long were you up for last night?" the older asked as he put a hand out to help Shot up on his feet.

"I don't know" he admitted, shrugging slightly as he took the hand and got up on his feet.

"Quiff and Laake went out" Frags explained as he turned to the fire that was cooking up the food.

"Alright" Shot replied, yawning and stretching his arms out before starting to help making breakfast to the two.

While they did that Shot remembered one thing, so he turned to his friend.

"Frags?" he spoke, the lava mob turning around to look at him. "I want to be one of those who kill Herobrine" Frags smiled to him.

"I hoped you would say that sometime" he explained.

"Why?"

"Because I want you to kill him too" Frags replied with a shrug.

"Don't you want to kill him?" Shot asked, the older just shrugging.

"I would want to, but I know it won't be me in the end. And really, I don't care. I just really want him dead for killing so many" Frags explained.

"How do you know it won't be you?"

"Because I heard the prophecy being spoken. And they didn't say three young peasant boys" Frags explained, sighing.

"Really? How did you hear it?" Shot frowned as his friend said those words, curious about what more would come.

"My cousin was the one who said it. His family is full of oracles, he said the newest one while we had a family dinner" Frags explained.

"Wait, so Herobrine doesn't know the real thing?" Shot asked, truly confused by the news.

"No, he mixed it up a bit. Landon didn't want any of his friends to be in danger" Frags explained.

"Pardon me?"

"The real thing was 'When the leader lose his 100th throne to the hands of three young peasant boys. A youngster dressed in a simple hood, hiding in the dark, a half metallic who lost it all to the hand of the king and an animal who's form will shift between big and small'" Frags explained before frowning. "Well, something like that. But more like, prophecy like" he then added.

"So you think I'm one of them?" Shot questioned him, still not really understanding.

"Yeah, I do. I'm almost 100% certain." Frags explained, looking around himself.

"Does your cousin know a cyborg and an animal?"

"Landon's best friend is a shapeshifter" the older told Shot, sighing. "The two ran away right as Herobrine got to know about the Prophecy. Not because Landon himself had too, Oracles are counted as nobles, but he knew that if Herobrine gets to know, he would be dead anyway" Frags sighed.

"So he risked all he had to save his friends?" Shot questioned, frowning. "That's some friendship right there"

"He risked all our lives, you probably wouldn't be out here otherwise. Sure, shapeshifters would probably have been killed, and cyborgs, but everyone else could just have taken off their hoodies and survived" Frags explained with a sigh before looking around once again.

"Then why did he do it?"

"I haven't gotten the chance to ask, like I said he left right after he told Herobrine, which every oracle have to do without a fail" Frags explained before he took the water from over the fire and put it down on the ground so it would get colder. Shot sighed deeply. "But now we have to get rid of Herobrine" the older added. "But I'd like to give my cousin some piece of my mind too" he then said, a dark glimmer in his eyes. Shot wondered who the other two were, if he was one of the three, who would he have by his side?