Note: Team Crafted in this fan fiction includes some of their friends as well :D

Note 2: MERRY CHRISTMAS! :D Also, almost 100 reads! Thank you for reading guys, I hope you are enjoying this so far!

Liam's POV

"Liam, what did you see at Yogscast Island that might be important?" Sky asks.

We are sitting round a campfire, eating food and drinking hot chocolate. Mitch had returned, badly shaken and still trembling with rage, but he was under control now. I was sat next to him, and for the past half an hour I had been soothing him, telling him everything would be sorted out soon, although I personally had no clue what was even going on.

Cooped up in the black coat I had grabbed on my way back to the meeting place, I shivered against the cold air. The sun was only just beginning to set, but darkness had already began to creep in. 

"Well..." I start, before looking round at my listening audience. There was Sky, of course, sat at the head of the group, the budder crown sat firmly on his hair. Jason, in his blue suit, huddling with Deadlox, or Ty as people call him, who sat at the side of Sky. Mudkip and Ryan sat side by side, having an eating competition. Sundee and MunchingBrotato, or Tyler, are chatting idly about useless, random things. And then there's Mitch, sat shivering on the log, teeth grinding against each other in the cold.

Feeling sympathy, I take off my coat suddenly and offer it to him, and he takes it gratefully, pulling it around himself. I hug myself in to get more warmth before continuing.

"They have a lot of factories. Really, really big ones. They have a massive science lab too, and there is a mage there, a master of magic-" I am interrupted by murmurs in the group, doubtful and worried faces being exchanged. Mitch stays the same however, still shaking a little, but warmer and more comfortable than before.

"A master of magic?" Sky repeats, and I nod. He stays silent for a little while, before letting out a deep breath.

"Do you have any information on the flying man?" someone asks, and I nod.

"His name is Ridgedog, or Ridge for short. He's feared throughout the island, and seem to be torturing the inhabitants, playing some sort of game. He has a girl apprentice called Tia, who can also fly using nothing. From the info I gathered, Ridge is some kind of god, an immortal. The girl is too, I think."

Some more murmuring, louder than before. Realizing there was one of them, one that could not be killed, one who was the most dangerous of all, one who had an apprentice who was being taught his ways...

"Where's your sword Liam?" Mitch suddenly asks.

"Oh yeah. Another thing. My diamond sword, which I had on me, I used it against the man when he grabbed me. I stabbed him in the face...but it didn't hurt him at all, not even a scratch or a bruise. He snapped it like it was paper and threw it on the floor..." my voice trails off, realizing just how dangerous this man really was and how lucky I was that I escaped unharmed. 

"How come you escaped unharmed?" Sky asks curiously, and silence fills the camp.

"Tia, the girl, she was his apprentice, but she didn't seem to be as insane as he was. She had mercy on me, and convinced him to let me go. She doesn't seem to agree with his ways, but she doesn't refuse him..."

Sky nods and straightens up. "Alright. The best course of action here is to do what we have been doing for ages-just keep down and stay alert. They don't want to launch an attack unless we trespass. So we should just carry on with our lives and make sure no one crosses that border to get in or out of our island."

"I want to kill him." Mitch says, almost whines. Sky glance his way, his face suddenly serious.

"I know you do, and I miss Jerome too, Mitch. He was our best buddy." Mitch flinches at his name.

"And I also know you keep him captive in your basement."

Mitch freezes, grits his teeth and looks away.

"I also know your apprentice knows. Mitch, it's ok. He is your best friend and I understand. I understand you take good care of him, and so I will not punish you." Mitch nods, looking down before he suddenly gets up and leaves. I get up and follow him, not looking back when Sky calls my name. 

Following Mitch through the winding woods, we finally reach his house. Stepping silently inside, I follow him down into the basement. He knows i'm there, but he doesn't acknowledge me until we open the door. Jerome is fast asleep on the floor of his cage, whining in his sleep.

Mitch walks over there without hesitation, before sitting down beside the cage and stroking the head of his damaged best friend. Hesitating, I sit down beside him before awkwardly patting Jerome's big furry paw.

"Um, what exactly is he?" I ask cautiously.

"He's a bacca, one of the last of his kind." he says absentmindedly. Footsteps echo behind us and I turn, Mitch staying put.

"You still think he has hope left?" Sky says, watching Jerome sadly. Mitch nods straight away. He picks up a picture from the side of the floor. Jerome wakes up suddenly, growling and yawning at the same time.

Holding the picture close to the bars of the cage, Mitch mutters, "When he sees this he always goes quiet. Watch." Jerome begins to snap and growl, but when he spots the picture he goes quiet, staring blankly at it. It is an image of him killing something with his axe, and Mitch, side by side, with a diamond sword, grinning. Both of them seem to be laughing. 

Jerome's POV 

Everything is a blur. How long has it been? Days, weeks, years...it all blends in to one. Nothing is different. I can see Mitch sometimes, through a blur. It feels like I'm falling down a hole all the time, like those dreams where you dream that you are falling and then you twitch awake. It feels like that, except you can't twitch. It's just an endless oblivion. 

The only thing that keeps me going is Mitch's company. I have no control of my body, and I gave up a long time ago when I accidently attacked Mitch. I didn't mean to, and I didn't want to. My body is separate, I no longer have control.

Sometimes he holds up a picture of us together and it seems to calm me down. In the inside, I want to cry and hold the picture. But I can only stare at us. Mitch is depressed, all the time. I want to tell him to move on, to just let me go. But he can't and he won't. He seems to be a bit better ever since his apprentice, I think he's called Liam, moved in. He talks about him a lot. New things about him, everyday. I like it when he talks about other people. When he talks about me and him, he just breaks down into a sobbing mess, and I get all depressed and angry and I start roaring. 

I wish I could just snap out of this crazy nightmare, open the doors of the cage and tell him to let me go. There is no hope left for me. I'm slowly drifting away, and it's only a matter of time before I disappear. He's going to go insane, tell everyone he didn't get to say goodbye. The time for goodbye's has passed.

Let me go.