-Sky's POV-
I regained my consciousness to the sounds of crying and angry screaming. I could recognize all voices sounding. Mitch was screaming angrily at nothing, and so was Jerome. Ty was muttering curses in Latin, and Vikk and Pete were crying pretty badly.
Neither had enough experience with cells to understand. Vikk has been in a white room, and Pete's seen cages galore. But cells are different. Cages are small and restrict movement. White rooms are soft and have nothing you can get hurt on- they're empty. But cells are large enough you can move freely, and there's things you can get hurt with.
Vikk and Lachlan are separated, and Vikk is sobbing because of it. Lachlan seems intent on keeping him close, so he's very upset also. A man enters the cell block, and stops in front of Lachlan. "Come, boy." Vikk protests behind him, but the man swats his big hand at Vikk, and Vikk retreats.
Lachlan is led out and away from the cell block to Vikk's screams. I watch as just before he leaves, a long stream of tears runs down Lachlan's face, and he frowns deeply. But he keeps walking to avoid any injury.
Vikk was torn apart when Lachlan left, and he sobbed quietly in his cell's corner. I sat there, silently, contemplating our possible location. Almost instantly, I can pinpoint an energy I wished I would never find again. Michael, or Mark as Ty and Anthony knew him. I could also find Christian, Jonah, and Lindsay.
But my attention is brought back to my current location in a cell block, because Jason was frustrated. His fists connected with the metal bars, and it dented the metal immediately. Ian frantically tried to settle him, and somehow succeeded, with Jason laying down against the barred door of his cell. He cried softly, and he slowly passed out. Ian sighed in relief and sat back against the cell wall.
The guard who took Lachlan returned, and Vikk lashed out. "Where's Lachlan?! Where is he?!" "Vikk! Settle down." "No! Mitch, he took Lachlan. How am I supposed to calm down?!" "Child! Your foreign friend is fine. Come with me." Vikk was surprised, and his cell door was unlocked.
"Sir, he can't walk. You have to carry him. Or I will." "I'm not carrying him." And he unlocked my door as well. I lifted Vikk, and he buried his face in my shirt. I ran my hand through his short, spiky hair, and he just quietly cried into my shirt. "In here. Put him in the pen alright?"
I looked at him weird. "Pen? A cage? Or a playpen? I bet you 50 bucks it's a cage." "It's a cage. You win 50 bucks when you get out of here. Which is never." He laughed and I put him in, much to Vikk's displeasure.
I was escorted back down to my cell, and found Ty ripping a hole in the metal bars with his wings and hands. The guard nearly had a heart attack, and screeched, fleeing up the stairs. Ty bashed the bars into nothingness, and stepped into the hall. I was still free, and now Ty was too. The boys looked excited now that we were out of the cells.
I wrecked Jerome's cell door with an inhumanly strong kick. He came out, and worked his small bacca nails into the lock of Mitch's door. Mitch was freed, and Jerome got his nails into Jason's door. I freed Ian, who ran to Jason, now free. Ty had gotten Kara and Pete, and I just ripped Mat's door off its hinges. But Seto and Brice were MIA.

-Seto's POV-
I didn't know where everyone else was, but I was in a human sized birdcage, hanging 30 feet above the ground by a chain. I looked southwest, and saw Brice, in the same situation. We were suspended by two gigantic dark oak trees. Below me, was a large pile of stones. Same with Brice. He looked at me sympathetically, put his feet high on the sides of the birdcage, and sawed the bottom off with his light magic spell.
I watched as he now had space, and teleported to the ground below. "Brice! I can't do that, remember?!" "I do! But I don't have the energy! I'm so sorry!" He ran off, straight to a castle connected to the yard with the trees. "What the hell, Brice?!"
"I need to get the littles out! They need it more! I promise I'll come back for you!" "Fine! Just please save all the littles! They don't deserve this." He nodded sternly, and resumed running to the castle, disappearing within. I sat on the birdcage bottom, bored and lost. I kept trying to figure out where I'd seen these trees and the yard before. They were all familiar for an unknown reason.
Then it clicked. Herobrine. These trees are the Family Life Trees. I glanced below me, and found what I expected. A nameplate. Looking closely, it read Sorcerer. I could only assume the one Brice had been in said Solace. We were in family trees. Our family trees. But why did I have one? I'm not royal, or even close to mildly important.
Then I remembered. I was the last dark sorcerer known to be alive. My family was the last. That's why I'm important. Even more, I'm technically a son of Herobrine. One of two. Sky being the older brother of us.
Brice has been gone for a good 20 minutes, and an alarm catches my attention. An ear splitting wail coming from the castle interior. Sky shoves the doors open, and leaps up, 20 feet to the bottom of my cage. He spins his body, and it pulls the chain loose. The chain snaps under our combined weight, and the cage falls, with me in it, and Sky under it.
Sky looks terrible, exhausted with dark circles under his eyes. His voice is really crackly and strange. "Seto, help the others get out. I need to find Vikk and Lachlan. See you at the house hopefully." He disappears, and the littles, minus Vikk and Lachlan come running out, with Brice, Mitch, and Jerome close behind. "Seto! We gotta go. NOW!"
I collected the littles into a circle, and Brice and I teleported home. Jerome instantly fell to the ground, and fainted. Mitch lugged him inside, and I left Pete, Kara, and Mat to do kid stuff outside. Brice followed me in. Brice collapsed in bed, and I closed the door.
I sat outside for a while, gazing at the little ones, watching their game, until Mitch's panicked voice came from behind me. "Seto. S-something is terribly wrong with Jerome." I bolted in after him, and found Jerome, curled up under a blanket, barely conscious. Something was wrong. "What happened?!"
"I don't know! Seto, it's hurting him whatever it is!" I stepped closer, and Jerome woke immediately. In his eyes was pain and despair, through and through. "Jerome, what is wrong?" "My.. My momma. The- the humans... They-" "Jerome. That was years ago. What happened today?" "I- I can't remember! Who are you?!"
"Seto. I'm Seto. Seto Sorcerer." Jerome's eyes flicked to Mitch nervously, and he pointed at Mitch. "And who are you?" "He's Mitchell, Jerome. Your adoptive brother." "I was a lone cub. How do I have a brother?"
"You were an orphaned cub. Mitch rescued you. Do you remember anything?" "Where is my momma?" "Jerome, her life was taken 16 years ago. She will not be coming any time soon." "My- my family..." And he left.
He ran into the forest on all fours, bounding off trees, climbing up for a better vantage point. I ran below him in the underbrush with Mitch following. He stopped, and I stopped. He stared longingly at the clearing ahead. And what we all saw wasn't pretty.

-Mitch's POV-
In front of Seto and Jerome, was a horrible patch of forest in the whole pocket I'd never explored. It was black and burned. Piles of ash and bones littered the clearing, and no new trees or plants had regrown. Seto's cloak drifted sadly in the wind with his longer hair, and when I glanced up at Jerome, his fur was moving with the same, sad breeze.
I stepped into the clearing, earning a hard, angry glare from Jerome, and a confused gaze from Seto. I stepped to the foot of the tree Jerome was perched in, and started to climb the tree. I reached Jerome, and gently led him down to the ground. He refused at first, but I slowly pulled him into the center of the burned clearing. Seto watched from the tree line, gazing sadly at the burns.
His hair tie fell out, and hit the ground silently. Seto didn't care. His hair blew around his face, and he didn't care one bit. I held Jerome's paw, and kept him in the clearing. He watched me, and started to follow my movement. I'd begun to sway in slight frustration, and he apparently took it as dancing or something.
I let go of his paw, and he slowly swayed as I did. But he started to dance, and suddenly grabbed my hand. Seto's eyes had glazed over with sadness, and he'd spaced out. Jerome tugged me close, and smiled at me. A small rustle in the underbrush stopped Jerome's dancing.
Seto snapped back to attention, and focused on one bit of the underbrush. Out popped a small bacca cub. It rubbed against Jerome's pant leg, and I picked it up. It curled into my chest, and promptly fell asleep in my arms. It was cute, and made the same puff of breath that Jerome did when he slept. Jerome pet the cub's head, and it settled under his touch. The cub slowly purred.
I walked in the direction it came from, and Jerome and Seto trailed me from a distance. Jerome suddenly cried out, "Mitch! Stop!" I froze, and turned around. "What the hell are you doing?! What if it's mother was around here?! She'd kill you immediately!"
"Well, what do we do then?" Jerome took the cub from me, and gently woke it up. Its big silver eyes gazed sleepily at Jerome, yawning. Jerome made a small purring kind of sound, and the cub gave one back. Then it started to cry, and Jerome held it close.
"Is it okay?" Seto asked. "She's okay. Just upset." "What happened?" "Same as me. Her family was stolen from her, hunted to the last." "That's awful, Jerome. Can we help?"
"Sadly no. She can't survive alone. She's too young. I'll have to raise her and help her along." "How old?" "To you, or me, Mitch?" "You." "4 years."
"So she's a year old to us." "Yeah. Too little to survive out here. She won't even know to climb the trees at night." "Why do you do that?" "Safety. Trees will give us a way to keep humans away, because most of you don't seem agile enough." "Oh. Makes sense."
We walked back, the cub asleep in Jerome's arms, covered with my checkered jacket. We got back to the house, and found Vikk and Lachlan, playing with the rest of the kids. Kara noticed the cub, and bounded over, a big smile on her face. She whispered, "Can I hold the cub?" Carefully, Jerome handed her the cub, still asleep in my jacket.
I pulled Jerome aside. "Did you catch her name?" "She told me she didn't have one. We get to name her. A bacca gets its name when it turns eight. She's not quite there yet." "Oh. What do you wanna call her?" "For now she remains nameless. I'm keeping tradition. But when the time comes, Bella." "That's adorable Jerome. I love it."
Kara came over quietly and handed the cub back to Jerome, who went inside. As it slowly got darker, I herded the kids inside, warning them about the cub. They went to bed, and the day ended graciously.