Hello, I'm back, not dead yet!

          The three targets were lined up in a row, facing the same direction and standing only a few steps from each other, their three peg legs partly buried in the ground. Or, at least, they were standing.

          Three spheres flashed by nearly too fast for the human mind to process, golden flames flickering off them like a cloak, and slamming into the targets so hard that it sent them flying but they had barely gotten off the ground before ropes of magic wrapped around their legs and pulled them back down, securing them in the second that it took for the second fireballs to slam into the targets and they went flying again only to be pulled back down in preparation for the next attack.

          While simple repeat of moves may have seemed laborious and boring to some, it was giving General Adam a workout. Although each move was mostly simple, doing them all in the span of a few seconds for close to an hour was exhausting. All around him, the base of Team Crafted was a flurry of activity: With two of Entity's bases destroyed and only one remaining as a threat, their allies were returning for one final regroup before the assault.

          When Herobrine had died, a huge portion of their advantage in this war had gone with him, leaving a void that Adam now had to fill. So he had spent nearly all of his time in that corner of the training ground Herobrine had taught him in, repeatedly going over what he had learned, but it felt strange without Herobrine's shadow next to his, and despite the chaos of the base, the air was horribly silent without his constant stream of instructions and suggestions and jests.

          The targets flew back at the latest barrage of flaming spheres and this time, Adam let them go. He bent over with his hands on his knees, panting, sweat dripping from his forehead, closing his golden eyes for a few moments before taking a deep breath and standing up, walking towards the collapsed targets, stretching his legs as he did so. One by one, he pulled up the targets, manually putting them back in their upright positions. All three were badly scorched, but one had a singed, gaping hole in it, so Adam tossed it to the side. He sat down with a groan in the shadow of one of the remaining targets, arms resting on his knees as he steadied his breathing.

          "Come on Adam, get back up," he said to himself, knowing that if he didn't get himself moving now, he would probably sit there until the world ended. He balefully eyed the scorch line he had burned into the grass to mark where he would take shots from. "Come on, up you get," he tried to order himself

          He didn't get up, but he mentally went through all the movements of standing up, walking over to that scorch line, stepping over it, turning to face the two targets-

          Without warning, the ground he was sitting on disappeared and instead he was up on his feet except that the world seemed to spin around him and his balance was completely off, which meant that he fell over with a curse. In an instant, he had spun around, sitting on the ground again but in a different place. The scorched line was at the end of his feet and ahead of him stood the two slightly burned targets, the sunlight beating down on him.

          "No way," Adam breathed to himself.

          Eagerly, pulse racing, he focused on the spot where he had just been sitting, back against the leg of the target. He imagined looking towards where he was standing now, seeing the scorched line, the faint figures of the recruits training, the coolness of the shadow stretching over him-

          His view shifted without warning but now that he was expecting it, he caught more details. There was a split second where his vision blurred together and when every fibre of his body buzzed with energy as if he had been injected with ultra-strength pure caffeine. He felt like the world spun as his vision cleared but as he was already sitting on the ground, he didn't lose his balance and the feeling disappeared as quickly as it had come, but he knew what it was.

          "Teleportation," Adam said with a grin and a fist pump. "No more walking around everywhere." He looked happily around the training grounds, searching for more places to teleport to. Closer would be better, easier to teleport if there's less distance to cover, and it would have to be somewhere he often stands or sits, otherwise he could split as he teleported and that would be painful as well as difficult to fix; recovery could be months and that's only if he's lucky enough to not half-teleport into a wall.

          Adam's grin faded as a thought struck him. Herobrine had never taught him how to teleport. Granted, he had teleported waaaaay earlier when this magic had first started to control him, but he couldn't count that because it just spontaneously happened. But now, now he knew how to teleport, and he knew all the side effects and problems associated with it and-

          "I've never been taught that," Adam quietly said to himself. "Only Herobrine knew all that stuff." He rubbed the back of his head, remembering the headache he had had when he woke up in the ruins of the exploded enemy base. Now that he actually thought about it, he realised that there was a lot of things that he knew that he hadn't before, just snippets of information that had crossed his mind as he had gone about his day, appearing and disappearing as if they had always belonged to him.

          Theories spinning around in his mind, Adam quickly left the training ground and found his way to the alchemy building, pushing the door open. In the few minutes it had taken to walk here, a stabbing headache had grown in Adam's head from the teleportation he was already regretting. The alchemy building was mostly empty except for a pupil packing up their things in the corner and Seto and Aramis, who seemed to be comparing notes on something but they both looked up when he entered.

          "Hey Adam, what's up?" Seto asked, casually moving a few papers across to hide the notes. Adam managed to catch a glimpse of a few words, something about the effect of synthetic ingredients on different potions and mixtures. Instantly, several bits of information leapt into his mind but he shoved them away.

          "Nothing much uhhhh... Can I ask you two something?" Adam asked as the pupil silently excused themselves from the room (being in the same area as three powerful sorcerers scared them; they were only a very new sorcerer after all).

          "Go ahead," Aramis said, lacing his fingers together and leaning forward with his elbows on the table.

          Adam took a deep breath. "Transferring information from yourself to another person. Mentally, I mean. How difficult is that?" He thought he already knew the answer, somehow, but he needed to hear it from someone else.

          Seto looked to Aramis for an answer. The older sorcerer pursed his lips a little and thought for a moment. "Varying in difficulty, depending on what kind of information is being transferred and how much of it," he said finally. "Transferring a single piece of knowledge from your own mind to someone else is definitely possible, but it is much more difficult than just telling them."

          "Is it faster?"

          "For larger groups of knowledge, much faster," Aramis said with a nod. "Seconds, I would guess."

          "How hard is it to transfer a large and very specific set of information?" Adam asked, growing more and more nervous.

          "Very difficult indeed, if not nearly impossible," Aramis said. "See, selecting the information you want transferred and giving it to the person is only part of the problem. The truly difficult part is melding it so perfectly with their thoughts and what they already know that your knowledge would be nearly indistinguishable from theirs. It would take a lot of energy and a lot of skill."

          "So... something Herobrine could have done, right?"

          Seto and Aramis both stared at him with wide eyes for a few moments, then Aramis pressed his pointer fingers to his lips, quite calm. "Do tell," he said to Adam.

          Adam breathed out. "I have all of this magic related knowledge that I know I didn't have before. I know how to teleport, I know how to search for a specific magical aura I've encountered before, I know that synthetic ingredients never work as well as the real ones unless they've been treated with a moonlace infusion, and all this other stuff and I'm almost 100% sure that the only person who could have given it to me was Herobrine."

          Aramis was quickly scrawling on the notes that he and Seto were comparing as Adam finished speaking and Seto quickly moved the ink pot out of the older sorcerer's way so that it wouldn't be knocked over. "Did you have a headache?" Seto asked, turning back to Adam. "That's usually a pretty good sign of a transfer of information."

          "Yup, soon after the explosions."

          Seto nodded a little. "Then... Yeah. Herobrine gave you all of his knowledge on all things magical." His expression flickered as a thought crossed his mind and he looked away. "He must have known that he wouldn't survive that explosion."

          Adam frowned a little. "Yeah. Guess he did."

          There was silence in the room except for the scratches of Aramis' quill as he finished off his notes, which meant that the hurried footsteps outside alerted them to the messenger before the door burst open.

          "Excuse me Generals, Master Aramis," the messenger said breathlessly. "All of the allied Lords have arrived. The final war meeting has been called."

The best writing advice I can give you: If you've started writing a chapter and you just have no idea how to keep progressing the plot, get rid of it and start the chapter all over again. It works wonders.