Jordan's POV:

It's cold....

Really really cold.....

I.....

I can hear something.....

A small squishing sound.....

What.....

What is it?.....

I can feel something hard and wet beneath me.....

It feels like stone.....

Something keeps hitting me....

But....

It doesn't hurt.....

Why doesn't it hurt?.....

It feels like millions of bullets hitting me.....

But there's no pain....

Maybe....

Can I open my eyes?.....

Is there something out there other than this darkness?.....

But....

Even if there is....

Who knows what horrors it can hold.....

Should I risk it?.....

To find out why I'm here?.....

Yes.....

I think I should....

Green. That's the first thing that comes to mind. But why? There's none of it in sight. I'm surrounded by stone, in the entranceway of a cave. I can hear the soft sound of rain hitting stone. I'm standing under open sky, and the rain is hitting me constantly. My hair is wet, and I'm cold....that's the one thing that's stayed constant in this. The cold, and the numbness that my entire body feels. Outside of the cave, there's lush jungle terrain, alive with plants and animals running to seek shelter.

I can hear something. The soft squishing sound is back.....

I turn around, looking wildly for it, but can't find the source.

My clothes are soaked, and every movement I make results in a squelching sound from them. I look further into the cave, but can't see anything apart from the occasional iron ore or piece of coal. I thought I saw movement, but shrugged it off.

I decide to sit down, and try to keep warm. It's hard. Very hard. I hear the squishing sound again, and this time, it's right next to me. I look to my left, and see a small green cube.

Does it....

Does it have eyes?....

I never find out, because the instant I look at it, everything goes black...

It's still cold...

But my eyes are open to begin with....

And there's no rain falling upon me....

I'm flying through the air, a sword in hand, and a jet pack strapped to my back. I'm soaring at high speeds, and I can make out a large tall object in the distance. As I get closer, I can make out certain features. Leaves. Wood. Fences. Torches.

It's a giant tree, but someone's built a house on it. It feels familiar..... almost like home.....

I feel a strong urge pulling me towards the tree, and decide to follow it, seeing as I have no other things to do. I land on the top of the tree, where there's a small balcony area. The jet packs engines turn off, and I stand on the oak wood planks. There are two wooden signs before me. I step closer, and can make out some writing.

Here lies Jerry

He was a noble slime

May he rest in peace

As soon as I read the last word, everything went dark again. I didn't even have enough time to process what I just read...

I opened my eyes again, but this time it was dark. The middle of the night. What did that sign say again? Something about jerry? And a slime? What's a slime?!

Oh, and by the way.

It was still cold.

I stood in the same place as I left last time, but this time, there was a fancy sword buried deep within a dirt grave beneath the signs from earlier. It was as if someone stabbed it through the soil on purpose...

I heard a sound from behind me, and turned around, looking for the source. I started to get worried, as I heard the sound again, but closer this time. I heard it once more, but from a few steps away, and turned to face the figure approaching me.

In the span of a few seconds, I was lying on the ground, with a white and black cloaked man on top of me, holding a white rapier in his hand, aimed in my direction.

I didn't have time to react; he moved so fast.

He didn't speak, he only raised his sword, ready to swing down and decapitate me.

I need to think fast...

I want to get to the bottom of this....

Whatever 'this' is.....

I

Want

Answers!

I grabbed the sword from the grave behind me, noticing a rope hanging beside my head. I grabbed the rope in one hand, and the sword in the other. I quickly smacked the sword against my jet pack, and almost screamed in shock as I felt myself flying backwards. I started lifting above the tree, when I felt the rope go taut. I hit the jet pack again, and felt myself falling fast, whilst swinging from the rope. I was approaching the assassin fast, and put my legs in front of me. I hit the cloaked man in the chest at full speed, and the impact sent him flying off onto the level below, which was slightly wider.

I let go of the rope, and jumped down, my sword at the ready. He stood up without a sound, and moved quickly towards me, with effortless speed. I dodged the swing of his rapier, barely, and jumped against the tree trunk behind me. He turned, and raised his sword. I blocked it with my own, and the sound of metal scraping against metal rang out, making me cringe slightly. I pushed forward with everything I had in me, and forced us both under open sky. The rain fell on our swords, making the blades shine in the moonlight. I shoved against the sword, and felt it give way. It flew out of his hand into the raging rapids of the river below, and I almost went with it because of my momentum. I regained myself, but went over the edge anyway, with the assassin holding me down.

My jet pack burst to life, and we went flying upwards above cloud cover. We wrestled for control, trying to knock each other out, but both of us were at a stalemate. I felt the jet pack short out, and the engines started to fail. We came plummeting out of the sky, and landed hard against the wooden boards of the third level up. I felt weak, and couldn't move. The broken jet pack weighed me down, and pinned me to the ground. Struggling, I ditched the jet pack, and threw it aside, before retrieving my sword.

I looked around for the mystery attacker, and when I felt myself hit the floor, I knew he was above me. He pinned me down, and repeatedly threw punches. I heard a crunch as my nose broke, and blood started dripping down my face. As a last ditch effort, I twisted my sword, and struck his hand, making him let go, before cutting his arm clean off at the shoulder. He leapt back in pain, but still no sound escaped his mouth. I stood up, wiping the blood off my face with my sleeve. I heard a crackling sound beside me, and looked down to see fire raging to my right.

I jumped back out of the way, and watched as the flames crept closer. I went to run, but received a punch in the face from the cloaked man. I swung wildly, trying to defend myself, and when the attack stopped, I looked up to see his torso lying against the wooden fences, all the limbs cut clean off. I lost my balance as the posts holding up the floors broke, most likely burnt off, and screamed as I plummeted into the icy cold river below, and everything, once again, went dark...

I awoke with a start, breathing heavily after the dream I just had. My head was pounding, and it throbbed constantly. I sat up in my bed, and swung my legs over the side, before standing up. I got ready for the day, and grabbed my stuff before heading off to decs place.

I saw him in the distance, and ran over to him, my head still hurting like hell.

"Hey dec..." I groaned upon approaching the ginger bearded priest.

"Sparklez! What's happening?" He greeted me.

"My head about to implode and explode at the same time. That's what...." I mumbled.

"Again? Did you run out of the medicine?" He asked crossing his arms.

I nodded.

He sighed.

"This way..." he said rolling his eyes.

"Look I'm sorry....I don't know what's wrong with me...." I said grimly.

"No it's fine....here." He said handing me another purple bottle full of pills.

"Thanks..." I groaned, still experiencing the killer headache.

I popped a pill, and took the water dec handed me, swallowing it all in one gulp.

Surprisingly, I felt better already.

"How much do I owe ya?" I asked reaching in my pockets.

"On the house."

"What? Are you sure?" I asked.

"Positive. Just be careful...you've been taking a lot of hits lately. Even more than Tom!" He exclaimed.

"Yeah I know...I don't know how to stop these visions....I don't even know what they are!" I protested.

"Ok. This might be a bit far fetched, but why don't you ask the wizards? They're into magic and stuff. Maybe they can help with the memory loss?" He suggested.

"Hmm maybe..." I muttered.

I left decs place, thanking him for his help, before starting the walk home.

What if he's right?

Maybe wag and the wizards CAN help me

No shame in asking right?

Right?.....

I changed course, and started heading towards the wizards castle. I crossed the giant bridge, and saw wag getting the build requests out of the hopper.

"Hey wag!" I called out to him.

He waved back, and I ran over to him.

"Whatcha doing?" I asked casually.

"Nothing much. You?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Actually, can I ask you something? I need your help..." I asked hesitantly, afraid of what his answer might be.

"Depends. What is it?" He said picking up and pocketing the books.

"Well....."

"No. Not another build. Not again."

"What? No. I just.....I keep having these dreams, but they're more like visions, or flashbacks....It gives me a really bad headache every time I wake up, and I feel like it has something to do with my previous life...in every dream, I see a giant tree, and have memories of a slime, called Jerry....I don't know what this means...."

"A giant tree....was it in the jungle by any chance?" He asked.

My mouth gaped open.

"W-Wha?! How did you know?!" I stammered, shocked.

"My brothers and I went journeying long ago. Trying to see every part of the world. We came across this tree in the jungle, that looked like someone had built a home in. There was this grave, for a slime called Jerry." He explained.

"That's it!" I cried.

He nodded to himself.

"I think we just found your old life Jordan." Said wag.

"If you want, I can build you a replica of the tree I saw, near your house. That way you might remember more!" He suggested.

"I thought you said no more build requests from me?" I questioned him.

"I'll make an exception..." he sighed, crossing his arms.

"Great! Please do, and maybe add in some purple to represent Ianite?" I smiled happily, finally ready to get some answers.

Time skip>>>

I watched as wag built Jerry's Tree 2.0 from memory, and as each block was placed, I could feel the flood of memories through my mind.

He looked a bit lost while building it. Almost like he was missing something.

"Wag! Come down here!" I yelled to the flying wizard.

He flew down, and stood beside me.

"What's wrong dude? You look down." I asked him.

His face sunk.

"Nothing..." he murmured.

"Bull. Cmon you can tell me!" I pleaded.

"Fine..." he sighed.

We sat down on some rocks behind us, and I looked at wag, ready to listen.

"You, Tom, Tucker and Sonja all have gods to worship. My brothers and I thought we had a god...his name was Athar. Although, all of your gods have shown up...mine hasn't....it makes me wonder if I'm believing and praying to someone that doesn't exist....as if I have no purpose...no one to serve...." he explained sadly.

So this is what's been eating him...

He's been carrying this guilt and feeling of worthlessness with him for a while....

I've never heard of Athar before...

"Could you tell me about him? Athar? I'm sure that he's real if he has a legend and everything."

"But that's just what they are...legends..."

"Cmon, I'm sure that's not the case."

"Ok....I'll tell you..." he sighed.

"According to the legend, Athar was a god, with unbelievable power, who was said to be able to control all elements. He ruled over the land with a goddess by his side, who was said to be related to the great god of the heavens. Mianite. She was also related to the god of the underworld. Dianite. Athar, was the god of the far lands to the west. The goddess he loved ruled the villages of the east. Ianite, ruled the end, and brought balance to the four lands each god ruled. One day, Athar's son was born. The people living on the villages to the east, were filled with sorrow, as their goddess left, to live in the far lands with Athar. The people of the far lands had high expectations of the new son, but were far above disappointed when he was found out to be a mere mortal. The people were filled with rage, seeing as their future leader had no power to protect them from the looming threats and attacks of the underworld. Athar was worried someone would hurt his son, and sent him away, much to his lovers dismay. He knew however, that he could trust the ones he asked to take care of his child. Farian was the boys name. He was about ten at the time, when we, the wizards, were entrusted with his care...although, at the time, we weren't as powerful as we are now. We didn't have any magic flowing through our veins at all. We were, mere mortals, seeking a higher purpose, and this boy, was the answer to our prayers. The opportunity we had been waiting for. Our chance, to become more powerful than even Athar himself..."

"Wow....that's interesting all right. So you guys weren't always like this? You were normal at one point?" I asked, taking it all in.

"Yeah."

"Hmm....so who is this goddess Athar loved? I've only ever heard of Dianite, Mianite, and Ianite?"

"No one knows..." he said.

"Anyway," he started.

"As farian grew up, we did too. We really wanted to get some powers of our own, and farian, wishing to return to his family, had the same goal as us. We made him one of us, and for a short time, we were five wizards. One day, we succeeded, and all of us gained powers like we have now. We were reborn, in the light of Athar. I'll spare you the details, but even though me and my brothers gained these powers, farian did not. Ifirez, the closest to farian, wanted to help him gain powers as well, so he could finally return to his home, and rule over his people, after ten long years. A ritual was performed, and finally, a hint of magic was found within Farian. Not enough to grant powers, but it was a start. One day, we decided to visit his home town in the far lands. It was decimated......Absolutely destroyed......The whole place was in ruins.....No sign of life anywhere.....Everyone.....Was gone.... Farian was heartbroken, and he knew, that Dianite would go to the east next. We tried to stop him, we had made a promise to Athar that we'd protect him with our lives....but he didn't listen, and went anyway....he died that day....at the hands of Dianites forces....we were full of sorrow....however, the goddess lived...Athar did too, but he left, to save Ianite, who had been held hostage by Dianite at the time.....he never came back.....we all assumed that both of the gods from the east and west, had fallen at the hands of Dianites forces....when Dianite was banished, and they didn't emerge, our suspicions were confirmed......"

"Jeez....I'm sorry for your loss..." I said grimly.

"No, it's ok...you know, talking about it made me realise something....I was worshipping a real god....but, now that he's gone, I've realised that I don't need a god to follow...I've already got a purpose....and that's to protect my brothers...and my friends....I'm ok being godless..." he said calmly.

I nodded.

"Glad I could help, even if I didn't do much..." I laughed.

He smirked.

"You did more than you realise." He grinned flying back to the half built tree.

Well this certainly puts a whole new perspective on things...

Five gods....

Now three....

And soon only two, if I can't save mine....

It's all up to me....

Although, I wonder....

If farian, the goddess, and Athar are really dead....

No one actually saw them die...

This could change everything......