Torn

Author: ThaChompyLeader

(This story takes place in the Hunters world, approximately twelve years after Annabeth ran away)

PROLOGUE

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Wind howled and hissed across the ring of mountains. Rain splattered against the trees, bending and trembling from the force. Lightning crackled and flashed high in the night-black sky. Eagles as gargantuant as small jets screeched and tumbled around like flies in the fierce storm. Animals were dragged off the ground entirely and were tossed around violently mid-air. The roar of the intense storm muffled the faint and desperate cries of nature.

The only two living beings that were not yet caught in the raging clouds were Annabeth and Herobrine, whom were frenzied in panic.

"It's too strong! Leako taquonarka xao!" One of the eagles whizzed by, frantically yelping in Scourgis. Never had they seen such a destructive force of weather. Several chickens blew around like feathers, clucking in eerily high-pitched voices.

Anna was utterly panicked. The angry green clouds seemed to swallow her up like a tsunami. She clutched Herobrine's arm tightly, trying not to think about dying in the sky. The two backed up against the cavern wall that was hollowed out inside a mountain.

A huge bolt of lightning struck a tree, which unfortinately zapped one of the beastly eagles and sent the mass of brown feathers falling to the ground, then tossed up in the wind violently.

The thunder was painfully loud, seemingly blinding Anna. The bolt scared her even more, and she began to tremble in fear and the cold of the rain. She held on tighter and stood her ground while her long, silver hair blew around in the strong current of air. She felt as if the lightning had electricuted her already.

Trees began to uproot. Some of the eagles were tossed with them, others allowing the storm to push and tug on their delicate bodies, looking like a heap of brown and white. Some of the other animals stopped resisting and fell in a clump also, even though they were not dead, as if they had lost all hope of surviving.

Monsters of all kinds were also unluckily caught in the blizzard of wind and rain. Zombies tried to hug to the trees, only to be dragged helplessly away. Spiders and Skeletons were scrambling around, looking for shelter. A huge, crippled spider was caught in the storm and crashed right into a creeper, sending both of them tumbling and hissing in wild fear. A majority of the creepers were already airborne, for they had nothing to hold on to.

Herobrine had never seen such a violent storm in his entire life. Anna always assumed that they would never be separated, but her hopes were withering away. If either one of them lost their grip, there would be nothing they could do.

Suddenly, Anna's feet slipped. She screamed and caught Herobrine's hand just before she blew away.

"I won't let go of you!" Herobrine shouted over the loud noise. He shifted his position and held on tightly, sweating with the effort of pulling her to ground level. When everything seemed like it was the worst, something else happened.

A bolt of lightning, just inches of striking Anna, zapped the ground with an ear-shattering KABLAM! Anna's hand slipped from his grasp, and she was gone within seconds. Her scream echoed against the walls, and she vanished in the clouds and eagles.

Herobrine flinched, falling face-first into the stone floor. The storm eased some, yet the rain still pounded hard against the grass. His heart pounding in his chest, Herobrine weakly scrambled to his feet and looked out to the sky in horror and shock.

"Nooooo!" He yelled, falling to his knees. "Annabeth! Annabeth!"

There was no reply.

Tears streamed down his cheeks. Heart-broken and overwhelmed with grief, he slowly stood up and gazed at the remains of the forest.

Or at least he thought it was the forest. There were no trees left, and none of the monsters and eagles made through it alive. The grass was ripped out of the dirt, and bits of stone lay everywhere. The storm passed slowly until everything was completely silent. No moos of the cows or jolly Scougian calls of the eagles. Even the water from the lake was drained to a mere inch, brown and dirty from the washed-up filth and rocks.

Herobrine skidded down the main mountian and walked solemly towards the remnants of the once-beautiful lake. He looked on at his reflection, noticing a large cut over his cheek. One of the rocks must have flew by his face.

He looked closer. Something was not right. He no longer saw himself, but an Ender Dragon, eyes wild with fury and fire crackling behind. Herobrine blinked, and he no longer saw the dragon. He nad no time to ponder what it meant.

"Annabeth..." He whispered, then sobbed in silence.

CHAPTER 1