The door creaked open as we went into. I tensed as the sight of the castle brought back memories that I rather not recall.

The castle looked even more cracked and moldy than when I last saw it. Despite the cracks, it still stood tall, as if it represented the deadly resolve of its former owner.

"This way," I whispered.

I led Hailbert to a hallway, which was the path to the throne room. Whoever our enemy was, they would be in the throne room, especially if they followed the footsteps of Herobrine.

That was when we saw someone waiting for us expectantly. At the sight of him, my anger rose and I gripped my sword tighter.

He jumped down, landing in front of us. "Look who I have here. The great hero of the Kingdom and a nobody," he taunted.

Hailbert almost sprang forward if I didn't manage to stop him. Our enemy was wearing a set of dark looking armour, which seemed to be made out of obsidian. In his hand was a hauntingly familiar diamond pickaxe.

"It's obvious you work for Herobrine," I said, narrowing my eyes.

"Of course. It is an honour to serve such a masterful villain, the most widely feared in this land!"

"Most widely feared villain? What a joke." The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop myself. Hailbert gave me a baffled look.

However, I did not turn to explain. Instead, I glared at Herobrine's ally, something stirring inside me.

He growled, but a split second later, his lips curled into a smirk. "That's right, I haven't even introduced myself! Remember the name Mace, the name of the one who will end your miserable life."

I kept glaring at Mace, my grip on my sword only becoming tighter.

"Frost...?" Hailbert spoke up. "Your sword is..."

When I looked down, I noticed that my sword was surrounded by an onimous dark blue flame, which disappeared soon after.

What... was that? How...

I did not have the time to think about it as a second later, Mace attacked, his pickaxe gleaming.

Instinctively, I took a step back as Hailbert charged forward to parry his attack. The two weapons clashed, but it was clear that Mace had the upper hand as Hailbert's sword was knocked away a second later.

Defenseless, Hailbert could only dodge Mace's frenzied attacks. I quickly rushed to Hailbert's aid.

Mace's pickaxe and my sword collided. We broke apart a second later. He's strong...

Meanwhile, Hailbert took the opportunity to take back his sword. He charged for Mace once more, a fire igniting in his eyes.

The sound of the clash between weapons was deafening.

Despite being outnumbered, Mace had no problems blocking our combined attacks. As we fought, I didn't realise that I left an opening until it was too late.

Mace struck me with his pickaxe and I was sent flying towards the wall. I let out a gasp as I felt the blunt impact of the crash, my head spinning.

Something - a memory, perhaps? - flashed before my eyes, revealing a strange figure wearing a purplish armour made out of unknown material. Their helmet covered most of their face, only showing two glowing purple eyes...

"Frost!" Hailbert's voice snapped me back to reality. The side of my head was bleeding, but the worse wound was where Mace had struck me with his pickaxe.

I gritted my teeth as I forced myself to stand. I was breathing heavily, but I raised my sword and ran straight for Mace, who had just knocked Hailbert away.

My sword found its mark as it clanked against Mace's armour. However, it did little effect to him. Smirking, Mace raised his pickaxe.

An iron sword went flying straight for the pickaxe, knocking it out of Mace's grip. The iron sword shattered into pieces while the pickaxe landed a couple of blocks away from us.

"You think that's going to stop me?"

Unbelievably, Mace's pickaxe returned to him. With the weapon in hand, he focused his sights on me. I defended with my sword, but my hand was shaky. The pain of my wounds was only becoming unbearable.

"No!" Hailbert ran towards us as my grip on my sword weakened, allowing Mace's pickaxe to stab me in my chest.

I collapsed, my breathing in ragged gasps.

"It's over!" Mace snarled, as he prepared his final blow.

"It's... not over..." I managed, finding the grip on my sword again. A strange feeling washed over me as it ignited into dark blue flames.

I summoned my remaining strength to strike Mace with the sword. It clashed onto his armour, sending him flying.

His armour broke, leaving him wide open. Hailbert took out an iron axe, seizing the chance to attack.

Mace let out a pained gasp as Hailbert's axe sank deep into his chest. The light faded from Mace's maliced filled eyes and he lay there, motionless.

Hailbert took out his axe and rushed towards me. "No... just hang in there a while longer. I'm going to get help..."

The pain was too much for me to handle. All my remaining strength was sapped away and my head was pounding.

Inevitably, I blacked out.