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Facing the death.

It was requested by -FanfictionWarriorz

I really liked this idea, it's very creative. By the way, I didn't know what battle exactly you wanted me to write about, but I thought the first one would be more dramatic.
So, here you go.

Jesse's POV.

I gasped, staring at the huge beast in front of me. It was so collosal it covered almost all of the sky. Its body was darker than the darkest night, its eyes were glowing. But that glow wasn't comfortable, like the glow of a campfire, not at all! This purple light was cold, murdering cold and lifeless. And, of course, there also were its fangs. They were glowing white, as if were filled with the coldest snow this world has ever seen.

I couldn't help but back away a few steps, for the energy coming from Wither Storm was unimaginably powerful. My instincts were begging me to run away as far from this creature as possible, but some unknown power made me stand still, as if being frozen to the ground. It wasn't bravery, though - I wasn't sure I've ever been so scared in my entire life.

- It's time to go! - Soren's voice returned me to my sences. - We only get one shot of this!
The furious wind was playing with everyone's hair, almost laughing maniacally. The ginger architect turned around to look at us, and there was something in his eyes I never expected to see. Pure terror?
- Remember... - He continued and I shook my doubts off. - Once the Formidi-Bomb is crafted it'll explode in a matter of seconds.

Chills ran down my spine. My whole body was shaking like a leaf, I couldn't find even a bit of courage left it me.
Soren stopped talking for a few seconds, and I cleary heard the furious roar of the beast. I gulped as the leader of the Order of the Stone raised his eyebrows, desperately looking for something in my friends.
- It means whoever is doing the crafting... - His voice shook a little. - Will be in great danger.

My heartbeat fastened. It was a question of life and death now, and - I probably was paranoid - I had a very bad feeling about it. Which only grew worse at the sight of Soren hesitating.
- I was hoping... - He rubbed the back of his head and bit his lower lip, as if trying to hide something. - Well... Um... Perhaps we could draw straws?
I flinched at this suggestion and my eyes widened in shock. One of the bravest heroes of our time... Scared? Well, that wasn't reassuring at all!

I turned around, looking at my friends. They seemed to be confused as well, staring at Magnus and Ellegaard. The two somehow became smaller, as if they were trying to disappear. I gasped, realising they both were trying to avoid eye contact with me.
Something was terribly, terribly wrong. I felt my sweat running down my neck, as the bravest, strongest and smartest heroes of the whole world suddenly started to look like a really bad parody of themselves.

- Don't look at me. - Magnus chuckled nervously, taking a small step back. My gaze met his - just for a second, and there was something in his eyes that made me think of a creeper stuck in the middle of the ocelots pack.
- I think I may have tweaked an ankle earlier, so... - Ellegaard tried her best to look somewhere but the Wither Storm or my eyes. As if my gaze could physycally burn her to dust.

And then my soul started to fill with another emotion instead of fear. I clenched my fists, feeling unusual anger starting to boil in my veins. How could they, these people who were so scared right now, call themselves heroes?! They are mortals, nothing but ordinary humans like me! Too bad I couldn't see it earlier. Too bad the world couldn't see it earlier. I wonder how they could even kill the Ender Dragon!