The boy wiped the sweat off his face, and picked up the iron pick axe he had dropped.
The intense heat of the Nether was effecting him greatly. He missed home, he missed his friends.
But he had made his choice. His friends lives were more important than his.
He saw a bit a nether quartz and started to it. If he was stuck here, he better do what he was here to do.
As he walked to it, he thought about his friends. The adventures they had. The problems they'd faced. The Witherstorm, The Blaze Rods, The White Pumpkin, PAMA and The Arena. He hoped they still were having adventures; he hoped that they would live without him.
As he raised his arm to begin to mine, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. He dropped the pickaxe, and glanced at his shoulder. A sliver dart was embedded in his skin. Before he could truly comprehend what has happened, his head went fuzzy. Then, he collapsed.
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Hours later, in a world far away, a group of fI've received a letter.
Dear the Order of the Stone,
In sorry to inform you that today in the mines, Jesse died. We would like for you to be our guests at the series of games to honor his death.
Yours truly,
The old builders
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FanfictionBacked into a corner and not seeing a second option to save his friends, Jesse accepted Hadrian's deal to stay in the mines. After just one day, however, he was recused by a mysterious girl who simply goes by 'X'. With her help, Jesse might be abl...
