Jesse shifts in his spot on the dewey ground, gaze cast upwards on the stars in the sky, a swirl of white freckles that coated the black ink of the night.

He would’ve had more of the mind to appreciate the scenery if not for the terror of the Witherstorm weighing heavily on his mind.

You were sat beside him, quiet for the moment, save for the distant rumble of the destructive creature tearing towns apart as you both sit there.

You guys had a plan, just… you all needed a moment. Having built the treehouse, taking refuge there for the night.

By morning, they would find that temple and reassemble the Order of the Stone— then everything would be back to normal again.

At least, that’s what you’re all hoping for.