Note: I love both Team Crafted and the Yogscast :D This is not meant to make it so that one is better than the other! (Although personally I like the Yogscast more)

Liam's POV

"A long time ago, there was a big war between Crafted Island and Yogscast Island. We had the upperhand when it came to hand to hand combat, as we always do, but they are advanced in bombs and forcefield and technological rubbish...we couldn't even go near them" Mitch begins bitterly. We ended up moving upstairs since Jerome was making a lot of noise. Both of us were sat in the living room, clutching hot cups of hot chocolate in our hands. 

"My best friend and partner, Jerome, was with me at the front line that day. It was horrible. Dead people everywhere. If it hadn't been for that scientist and that other flying guy-" he stopped for a minute, gritting his teeth and his hands tense on his hot chocolate. He exhaled his breath and carried on in a sharp tone. "The scientist put up a forcefield, so even our pathetic little bombs couldn't hit them. Then that other guy, the one that could fly with no rings or jetpack or magic, sent a bomb our way..." he looks down, swallowing before looking up with pain in his eyes. "There was nothing we could do. The bomb hit next to us, throwing us backwards. I was okay, because Jerome put himself in front of me" he whispers.

"What happened?" I ask curiously, then regret asking when he sighs in anguish.

"We were forced to retreat. I was injured, with some twisted bones and some bruises and scratches. Jerome hadn't died, but he had severe brain damage. I carried him off the battlefield, and the last thing he said to me was, "Stay strong buddy." His voice cracks at this point and he turns away, choking back a sob and trying to make it look like a cough.

"They wanted to kill him. It would be easier, they said. Would be more humane and would end his pain, they told me. But I didn't want him to die! He wasn't dead! I couldn't just let them kill him..." his voice trails off. He leans back into his chair, swallowing a gulp of his drink.

"Is that why he's downstairs?" I ask softly. 

"Yeah. I snuck out of my house the night before he was due to be killed. I broke his chains, and I hid him downstairs. Everyone suspected me but no one would accuse me. Why would they? They know I have him, but no one dares challenge me" he growls, his eyes suddenly serious, darting to me.

Did he suspect that I was going to release him?

"I won't tell anyone" I promise, crossing my hand across my heart.

"Thank you." he sighs.

"I have a couple of questions." I continue.

"Go ahead." he grunts.

"Why is Team Crafted at war with the Yogscast? What did they do?" I ask, leaning forward. This was completely new to me and I had never even heard of the Yogscast prior to this conversation.

"We used to be here in the beginning, we lived on both lands. But they moved here, stole half of our land and filled it full of factories and science labs and crap. They said it wasn't even our land, but it was! Anyway, we went to war with them and that's when Jerome...yeah. Jerome was also a master pvper, so when he got taken down, King Sky backed off, and we haven't attacked them since. They haven't either. Seems they are content with their island." he replies.

I frown. "You sound disappointed?" I enquire, eyeing him. 

"Yeah, well, I want to go to war with them, but King Sky said it was too dangerous and we had lost too much already. If they attacked us, we would have all the excuses of starting a war. If I ever get my hands on that stupid flying guy..." his voice trails off angrily and he suddenly punches the table. It groans and shudders under his fist. He marches away and suddenly whirls round, fire in his eyes that makes me press into the back of the sofa, terrified. "He was grinning! The sick b*****d was grinning when it went off! He was LAUGHING when I carried Jerome away!" he screams, unable to fight the tears any longer.

Unsure of how to react, I go forward and hug him, bringing him back onto the sofa and letting him sob onto my shoulder. "It's over now, it's OK. Jerome is safe now, you are safe. Everything will be OK." I soothe.

"No it isn't. Jerome is some messed up monster and it's all my fault for not protecting him." he cries. I shake my head against the mess of brown hair, nuzzling him slightly.

"Jerome wouldn't want you to be like this, he wants you to stay strong for him, Mitch. Stay strong for Jerome." I urge and his cries muffle into little shudders and sobs. I almost want to cry with him, it was hard to see this cold, uncaring assassin suddenly sobbing and crying into my arms. 

After a while when he had calmed down, he sniffs into a tissue. "Thanks" he says, his voice husky from crying.

"Hey it's fine. If you need to talk, I'm always here" I say with a smile.

"And I do like you, Liam, I do, it's just...I don't feel like trying to replace Jerome with someone else, y'know?" he says, looking up to see my reaction. I nod, and keep smiling.

"It's fine, I understand but...can you try and be a little bit nicer?" I laugh lightly, and he smiles weakly back.

"Sure. Anyway, I needed to talk to you anyway. It's time for your PVP exam." he says, standing up to take the cups back into the kitchen.

"What is it?" I ask, frowning. This was the first time I had heard of this.

"You need to go on a quest to a temple. In the temple there will be certain traps and obstacles and puzzles you will need to complete to get a prize called the Ender scroll. If you bring it back, then you pass the exam. You have two weeks to prepare and hone your skills before you set off." he explains from the kitchen. A scroll of paper is suddenly tossed through the door and I catch it swiftly, opening it out onto the table, focusing on it. 

Mitch comes in and sits next to me and points at a little building. "That's where we are. You need to travel to this temple, here." He points to a little temple picture with an ender eye inside. "The trip will last about a month. So you better get packed and ready for a long hike" he laughs. He seems to be in better spirits now.

"Alright. And Mitch?" I call out, going towards the stairs with the map firmly in one hand.

"Yes?" he asks, flicking a bit of his fringe out of his eye, almost making my heart stop.

"Um, who's Betty?"

"Oh," he laughs, "It's the nickname Jerome and I gave the diamond axe. Jerome always loved using axes..." he sighs, smiling faintly at memories.

"Oh, OK. Well, I'm off to bed, see you Mitch. Say good night to Jerome for me."

"Will do." he promises, before I turn my back on him and head up the stairs, exhausted from the day of training and a weight off my shoulders after finding out the truth.