Since it was getting dark, Zoid insisted Zak to go home. He said he could stay, but Zoid said she wanted him to be safe...and she had a certain book to read. With some convincing, Zak finally agreed.

The ride home felt like a wink. He was barely focused on the fact that he..well, existed?

He got off, not wanting to go to bed since he didn't want to go back to that nightmare.

Zak wandered around the castle, too awake to even get a wink of sleep, and too scared to even try. He didn't know his destination but he was enjoying the journey.

He walked around the large field outside of the castle, his legs taking him there and him just not caring. With his hands in his pockets, he just kept walking as if he was in a song. His feet matching every beat and him humming a melody that was non-existant until now.

Not paying any attention to his surroundings, which is probably why he always got into some sort of trouble, he kept humming until he stopped, being faced with a nostalgic feeling. He finally looked at where he was, he saw his old place on where he used to train.

He could still see the, very broken, arrow that was still stuck on the oddly tall tree. He was surprised that it hadn't fell from storms, rainfall, snow, or maybe even gravity. What a strange world, huh? It was even stranger when he remembered how he even got that arrow up there. He was an odd kid.

He looked to the place where he used to keep weapons, slightly being disappointed when only arrows and bows left. Lets say that archery wasn't his speciality.

He walked over to the area, picking up a bow.

"I was never good at doing you, y'know. But hey, what's the harm on trying again?" He muttered, raising an eyebrow and smirking before that smirked faded to an annoyed expression.

"Right, there's lots of things that could go wrong." He sighed. "I'm gonna try anyways." He whispered quickly, immediately taking the nearest arrow and aiming at a slightly ruined target.

He got in position with all his strength, before hearing the arrow break. He flinched and dropped the bow out of fear.

"Right. Forgot that happens." He whispered to no one in particular.

He, annoyedly, took another arrow, hitting it on his upper leg lightly to feel how sturdy it is. He slightly had his eyes close, fully expecting it to either snap or that it won't and he'd hit the target with his eyes basically closed.

Guess what happened? Neither! Because he shot and missed...terribly.

Really hope no one was in that room.

He ran away from the scene, as if he was a criminal running away from the police and their dogs. He reached the hallway to his room, looked around, and then just started whistling a tune even if there was nowhere to see. He then ran to his room.

'Welp, I'm not gonna try archery again anytime soon.' He pressed up his back to the door and placed his hand. He felt something, and saw that it was a book. The one he didn't like, to be more specific.

'Minecraft is so much better than this.' He jokingly thought, but he knew it was true.

The storyline, the characters, the way it was written, Zak adored everything about it. Back then, he despised books, but this changed everything. He never could have related to a character so hard. Sometimes he'd forget that he's reading a book, and not reminiscing on past memories. Sometimes he daydreamed to a worl where he was Skip, and that he had a Halo.

Ah, the good old days. He missed them dearly, more than he'd like to admit.

He gave himself a small break, read his favourite chapters of the book. He felt like a kid again, and he hated that he was forced to grow up and old because of time.

His eyes grew heavy and the dim lighting from the candle beside him didn't help, but he tried to stay awake. Soon, he gave up and blew on the candle.

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Note to self: Fantasizing about writing isn't writing

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