The mist wolf disolved, leaving no trace of it's appearance except for the woundsnon one of the wolf's pelts.

The wolf that was wounded had a grey pelt, and little tufts on the end of her ears. She wasn't wounded badly. She had destroyed the mist wolf before it could do so.

"Kajit? Are you okay?"

The wolf who spoke was clearly concerned for her wounded companion.

After all, they had been friends when they were human.

"I'm fine, Fawn. We need to tell the other gnaw wolves, and hope that we don't see another one on the way there."

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I stared at the redhead.

"You're Petra." I told her.

Her face was a mask of confusion.

"Do you remember anything?"

She shook her head. I sighed.

"Who are you?" Petra asked me.

"Aza. I'm..." I was going to say your friend, but that wouldn't be true, would it? "Someone you can trust. Can you come with me?"

I started walking, and Petra followed me.

Come to me.

Yeah, no thanks.

I have need of you.

I found myself shuddering as I walked.

That wasn't the Witherstorm's voice. What was it?

Come to me. I have need of you.

That was the Witherstorm. Command Block, whatever.

I looked over my shoulder. Petra was still following me.

Do you like my gift?

Petra? Yeah. Just wish you hadn't taken her memory.

Mmm...well, Girl In Amour and Pig look yummy.

Don't you dare.

"Help! H-help! Anybody?!"

Okay, so you dare.

Yes, I do.

Petra was still following me, so I picked up the pace, jumping over tentacles, towards the voice. Jesse's voice, anyway.

Then I tripped over a tentacle.

"Are you okay?"

I looked up. Petra was concerned.

About me?

"I'm fine." I scrambled to my feet and turned a corner, seeing Jesse.

She saw me, and she saw Petra.

She was being sucked into the Command Block.

I ran over to her and grabbed her hands, pulling her down.

"Thanks!" Jesse gasped.

Reuben oinked at me.

Jesse averted her gaze to Petra, who was standing meekly next to me.

"She..." Jesse started.

"Yeah." I confirmed. "Except she has no memory."

"Nothing?"

"Nothing. Watch." I turned to Petra. "What's your name?"

"You told me it was Petra, but..." Petra started. "I don't remember."

"I'm your friend! I'm Jesse! You really don't remember?"

"No."

Jesse shook her head. "Well, as you can see, the bomb didn't-"

I didn't hear what happened next. The voices were too loud for me to hear anything.

WE ARE ALIVE

WE ARE BETTER

WE ARE THREE

The ground rumbled. The Witherstorm rose.

No, Witherstorms, plural.

"We need to go!" Jesse shouted.

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Two Pokèmon walked through the dusty hills. Holehills, the place was called, for the hills had small holes in them.

"It's probably a trap." One of the Pokèmon, a Pikachu, said.

"It is a trap." The other Pokèmon, and Eevee, snapped. "I told you that before."

"Sorry. Wasn't listening. Thinking about life. Life before. Life now. Life soon." The Pikachu paused. "Think we'll ever get back?"

"Maybe."

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I ran. The Witherstorms shouted in my mind. Things about glory. Things about strength.

Can you shut up for one second?

And they did. For one second.

Alrighty then.

I was sick of running, though. Sick of it.

Jesse and Petra ducked behind a small hill with everyone else. I didn't.

Horses. Where were the horses?

You can run, run, run.

But you can't hide.

The Amulet will be ours.

The world will be ours.

We will eat everyone.

I wonder if the Amulet tastes good.

There they were, the horses. Not running. Not yet.

Was it just me, or was there one more horse than in the game?

Well, maybe there was. After all, I could commune with the Witherstorm, it could commune with me, I had been chased by things of mist that had no faces and...

Yeah.

I launched myself onto the nearest horse, my stomach falling on the saddle, and my arms and legs dangling on either side of the horse.

On an unrelated subject, the horse was brown with black spots.

I managed to sit up on the horse. For a moment, it was hard to breathe. It was silly, but I was scared of falling off.

I grabbed the reins.

I had never taken a horseriding lesson ever. It was never something on my list of things to do. Plus, my parents would never pay for lessons anyway.

But, however, it seemed as though the knowledge came to me. Maybe it was like how Rory learned to shoot with that bow and arrow here, but he had never touched a bow in his life.

The Witherstorm was coming closer, and the horses (excluding mine) began to run.

"Oh, no you don't!" I rode my horse in front of them, cutting of their path.

They reared and snorted angrily.

"Good horse." I patted my horse on the cheek.

Horses are delicous.

Everything is delicous for you, so shut your trap.

I rode my horse back, towards the Witherstorms, towards the others.

"Horses? There are horses?" Jesse called.

"Yeah! Up ahead!" I shouted.

You can ruuuuunnnnn.

But you can't hiiiiiiiiiddde.

You can ruuuuuunnn.

But you can't hiiiiiiidddeee.

YOU CAN RUUUUUUNNNNN.

BUT YOU CAN'T HIIIIIIIDDDEEE.

GET OUT OF MY HEAD!

I rode to the horses and stopped there.

That small moment of time where I wasn't doing anything let the anxiety in.

Oh crap. Rory wasn't there. If he's not there, where is he? Did he die somewhere else? Did he-

"I'm scared."

Petra's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. While everyone else was getting on a horse, Petra was just...

Standing around...

...looking at me...

...with wide, sad, red eyes.

My heart cracked. The way she said it. The way she looked at me.

Why did she have to look at me? It would've made that line a lot more bearable if she had been looking at someone else.

"I'm scared too." Was all I could say.

"I can't ride a horse. You can, though."

"You wanna come with me?"

Petra nodded, much to my suprise.

I helped her up onto my horse.

Oh, I see that you like my gift. Maybe I should've gotten someone else.

Oh, shut up, will you?

Petra wrapped her arms around my waist and closed her eyes. She didn't want to see the Witherstorm. Neither did I.

And for some reason, my face felt hot.

Ha ha ha.

Ha ha ha.

Ha ha ha.

Why are you laughing?

Everyone else had gotten onto their horses.

But of course Axel had to have a go at me.

"Who said you could take Petra?" He asked, hostility in every word.

"Petra did." I retorted.

Then I spurred my horse away from the others, away from the Witherstorms, towards the cave I knew we would rest in as soon as we got away.

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Petra X Aza anyone? XD

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