Cliffhanger! :O You'll have to wait just a little longer...Sorry for this short chapter. 

Liam's POV

"Is it time to go on the quest, then?" I suddenly ask. Sky had left a while ago after spending some time with Jerome. To my surprise he had himself cried a little bit. It seemed Jerome had been popular, or "The fluffy" as they called him. Mitch and I were sat in the living room. Mitch had his nose buried in a book which was a little strange. I'd never seen him read before, he seemed to dislike the whole thing altogether. But then I notice the cover of the book-"Immortals: Can they be killed?" 

"Um, yeah sure" he says, distracted. Nodding, a little bit miffed that he didn't even say goodbye. But, with a slight shrug, I go upstairs to pack up. The only thing I decide to carry around with me is a heavy backpack, full with materials: A tent, with a sleeping bag, torches, some ropes, coal in case I run out, a foldable Crafting table, some wood, other ores in case I need to craft anything and a compass. Grabbing the map in hand, a water bottle and some food, I shove them in the side pockets of it, and pick up my bow and arrows, sliding them onto my pack, and picking up my new diamond sword, newly built from the local blacksmith. 

"Liam." His voice interrupts my busy thoughts, buzzing, making sure I had everything I needed. Turning slowly, I meet his chestnut eyes. "I'm gonna set off now." I say simply. "Come with me" he commands, before turning and heading towards his bedroom. This make my heart stutter a little, and I smile nervously at myself. There was no way I had feelings for him. No way at all.

Pausing, he goes over to wall closest to his bed, and effortlessly pulls Betty off it. Turning slowly, he hesitates before handing it to me. "You need this. It will help you. Don't lose it, OK?" he says harshly and I have to try not to let me jaw drop open. "I'll protect it with my life." I vow, looking down at the gleam of the wooden hilt, polished and shiny, the head of the axe, deadly and dangerous. 

I didn't have feelings for him.

"I trust you. Stay safe, OK?" he smiles gently, flicking the hair out of his eyes. "You too" I murmur, gripping the axe by the hilt and raising it up, getting a feel for it. It's heavy at the top, but once you get the hang of it, I realise how perfect this weapon is for me. "Oh, you don't have to be worried about me. Betty misses being in action anyway." he laughs slightly. He gestures for me to follow him. Pausing at a door I never noticed before, he looks at me. "Before you go, look in this room, OK? I don't want to go in there, but you should. You need to know..." he stops, before hugging me gently.

Well, maybe I had some feelings for him.

He leaves. I open the door.

Inside, are pictures. Everywhere. Covering the walls, covering the ceiling. In the spaces in the walls are shelves, with trophies and medals. Medals for survival games. Everywhere. Some were for Jerome, some were for Mitch. The pictures were drawings. Drawings that Mitch had drawn. Of him and Jerome, fighting people, eating things in houses, throwing snowballs at each other, laughing in the woods, crafting a diamond sword and a diamond axe, Jerome fading into pixels, and Mitch laughing as he picks up his loot, Jerome as an overlooker, a ghost, watching over him as he goes to the death match, Mitch winning the death match, Jerome fading back into the picture, grinning and punching his friend on the shoulder. You could almost feel yourself in every picture, watching them. There were so many, I felt like I was part of the games, watching them through hidden eyes.

One particularly disturbing one is Mitch holding Jerome after the bomb hit him. He looks mangled, and torn, but he has a small faint smile on his face as he pats Mitch on his shoulder. Mitch is crying, and in the background is a spitting image of the evil flying man, Ridgedog, exaggerated to make him look even more evil, shadows billowing off his coat, blood dripping off his outstretched arms, and pouring out of his grin. Another one of Ridgedog is new. Mitch must have drawn it when we came back after the confrontation with Ridgedog and Tia. I'm stood by Mitch's side, and he looks more confident. We are glaring at Ridgedog, flying, and Tia, who looks a little disturbed. That's when my eyes fall upon one small detail of the picture.

Mitch and I are holding hands.

Backing out of the room, I don't have time for stairs, and I shut the door heavily behind me. Throwing open the window, I look over at Mitch who is watching me from the other side of the room. He nods before leaving.

I love him.

And I can't fail him.

Sprinting heavily as soon as I hit the ground, I yank my map out of my bag, looking at the route I need to go on. Shoving it back into my bag, I run across the ground, straight into the forest. I didn't know why I was sprinting. I felt so alive. Like every nerve on my body was twitching, adrenaline pumping, and I feel free. Like everything in my body was unwinding, letting me gain full control, as if I didn't before. 

The forest ran across both territories, and I begin to slow down as I cross the line. I had to run directly with the line to get to the temple. Panting from my sudden outburst, my gaze falls upon Betty, gripped in my hand. I smile. But it soon fades when I hear a twig crack. Looking up, I back away slowly, realizing with a jolt of fear who it was. 

She meets my eyes warily. "Fancy seeing you here."