Apologies for this not being that long D:

I just had to leave it on a suspenseful ending!

Yep, the ending is suspenseful, hurray! :DD

There will also be a warning in the story, which is a large clue on the future of this story >:)

Well, the goal for this chapter is 10+ votes, as always :)

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I'll see you all next time!

❤Much Love!❤

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Before we continue, we go all the way back, to when Jerome wasn't exactly, 'happy', if you will. He was still angry at Robert, for all of the accusations he pointed out which seemed ridiculously inaccurate. One thing Jerome didn't get was, why did Robert despise them so much? They've lived together for a long time, enough to at least be considered alliances and what-not. But Jerome continued walking, swinging his axe around with his furry hand, looking around the forest. The forest was never the same, ever since the kingdom wanted more power, so they expanded their territory. Jerome couldn't bare living close to the kingdom, all he wanted to do, was throw rocks at their walls without getting caught by their patrols, and he knew that would be impossible. It wasn't that the patrols scared him or anything, they actually made him give out a small chuckle, thinking about what King Ross is afraid of, if his kingdom is the most powerful thing in Minecraftia. Jerome rolled his eyes at the thought, but continued walking.

He saw a deer, eating a small patch of grass peacefully, not paying attention to it's surroundings. Jerome crept up on it, and before it could hear or smell Jerome, he threw his axe, aiming at it's neck. Sure enough, the blade made contact with the animal's neck, making it gurgle for a second, and it fell. Jerome walked up to it, collecting it's meat. Deer weren't his favorite meal, but he knew there were people to feed, so he couldn't let the deer go to waste. Just as he collected the meat, he put it in a small bag, which he carried around when he wanted to go hunting.

Something then caught Jerome's eye, he saw a small speck of fog. He turned his head towards the fog, which slithered swiftly around the trees. Of all things that Jerome had ever seen, this had to be the around some of the weirdest. Jerome looked up at the clouds, and it definitely did not look like it was going to rain, so there was no reason in there being fog. Full of curiosity, Jerome followed the fog, as if it were going to lead him somewhere, which he doubted. Then, as if things wouldn't get any weirder, he heard sudden laughter, like, a woman's laughter, sounding faint and as if it were lurking around him. Jerome held his axe tighter than before, looking around him.

"Jerome.." The voice said, laughing faintly as if his name were a joke.

"Who's there?" Jerome asked confidently, looking around him cautiously.

"Careful, Jerome." The voice said, sounding sadder.

"Where are you? Show yourself!" Jerome said nervously.

"Careful Jerome." The voice repeated, avoiding his questions.

"Careful? Why? What do you mean? Who are you!" Jerome asked in an irritated way.

"Just at the peak of misery, You will make history, Unless you choose the wrong path, Which can lead to most death." The voice chanted in a playful manner.

"What? What does that mean?" Jerome asked impatiently.

"You'll see." The voice said, giggling. Jerome growled in frustration, who did this woman think he was? A puppet?

All of a sudden, the fog slithered around him, smelling like vines and pine scented bark. Jerome watched the fog slither away, but he decided to continue following it suspiciously. It wasn't everyday that you would see random fog, with yourself following it, and hear a sexy female voice come out of nowhere, but Jerome wasn't taking any chances. He noticed that the fog led him closer and closer to the wall, which made him a bit more uncomfortable than before, but he continued following it. The fog disappeared as it made contact with the kingdom's wall.

Jerome stopped in his tracks when the fog wasn't there anymore, and he looked around, making sure to not be close to the wall, but sure enough, he was. Luckily, the patrol was nowhere near him, so he was pretty clear, but was still cautious. Jerome looked up at the wall, made up off cobblestone and moss, making him realize how old the walls were.

"Unless the kingdom continues expanding their territory." Jerome muttered to himself. He knew they'd expand it anyway, they did it every year, when the population grew larger. He sighed, there was no way the kingdom was not the most powerful thing in Minecraftia. They were well prepared, skilled, and had a large community, controlled by a powerful ruler, who's been ruling for many years.

It wasn't the kingdom itself that he hated, it was the king he hated the most, the power hungry king, killing everything in his path, just to take control over all. It disgusted Jerome, knowing how King Ross was to reign. Jerome wondered that after King Ross's rule was over, if his son, Mitchell, would do a better job than he did. Jerome doubted it, after what happened ten years ago, there was no way that Mitch could be any different than his father.

All of a sudden, Jerome felt something sharp touch his back, which made him freeze in fear.

"How unlucky to come across each other, isn't it?"