AN: First off, thank you for stopping by! Second, this story follows the exact plotline of Rythian and Zoeya's Tekkit series, but I have decided to tell it from a more serious perspective. What this means is that it will be written as if the two were in character the entire time, without breaking into their real personalities. I suppose it's not original at all, but I felt compelled to do a retelling of the story, which, by the way, I absolutely LOVE! It is not necessary to have watched the series, but I strongly recommend it. Obviously, I do not own the Yogscast or Minecraft. Make sure to leave a review, even a small one, if you have any opinion at all. It really helps me with my writing ability. Also, if you think of one, PLEASE suggest a better title for this. And, as always, enjoy!

Yes, I do imagine Rythian with a beard. All wizards need one.


Revenge. That was the thought possessing him now. Surviving in the harsh forest was a challenge, which had swayed his priorities a little, but now his thoughts were all of the screams of his apprentices as the world burned. Of the "great" scientists who had destroyed all he had built, and condemned him to wandering alone in the wilderness. Revenge was everything.

The mage Rythian was brooding on his predicament as he passed under the great arching cliffs into the valley. He needed the fresh water of the lake, which was enclosed by the immense mountains, and had finally taken it upon himself to retrieve it. After weeks without any of his magical abilities, he still could not fully grasp the fact that he had to accomplish such menial tasks by himself. Manually. He could no longer condense all he needed from disgustingly large stockpiles of red matter, and this only fueled his rage at science and all things related to it. Science was changeable. It was complex. It could only destroy itself, even without the wielder's incompetence.

Reaching the lake, Rythian knelt before it and laid his staff on the ground. He scooped a little water out with his pail, drank from it, and then refilled it. Ready to return to his encampment, he stood, but turned back suddenly and stopped to look at his reflection. Honestly, the mage did not recognize the man staring back at him. He had not bothered to clean himself after waking up half-buried in mud, and that was weeks ago. One side of his face was still caked with dirt, mixed with sweat and flecks of blood from the dozens of mobs he had since killed. His eyes were wide, bloodshot, and a bit crazed, while his large black beard now contained small streaks of grey. He thought he seemed to have aged several years, and scoffed to himself. A month ago, his youth seemed like his biggest problem, as it lost him respect with the Council. Now he was old, older than they – at least in experience – and he simply felt more weary, but no wiser. All he could do, it seemed, was search blindly ahead for some hope, some sign that he was on the right path to redemption.

And then a girl fell from the sky.

"Oh god oh god oh god oh god OH GOD!" She flailed helplessly as she fell, red hair whipping about and covering her face. Spinning wildly and screaming, there was no way she could right herself fast enough to land safely. Though panicked and very confused, Rythian reacted quickly, as he had been trained, and recited a spell to slow her descent into the lake. Oblivious, she now simply flailed in slow motion.

"Oh god oh god oh god oh… okay. I'm ok? Huh." Floating inches above the water, she spotted Rythian on the bank and waved excitedly. Casually, Rythian released the spell, and she fell the rest of the way into the lake with a splash.

Minutes later, Zoey pulled herself out of the water in front of her master, whose bored expression revealed none of his joy that an apprentice still lived. One who had failed the simplest of lessons, but still.

"Rythian! You're ok!" she squealed joyfully, despite being soaked, freezing, and having nearly died. Stepping forward to embrace him, she stopped and pulled back at his expression. "Um… Master Rythian," she corrected herself. "Anyway, what happened?" Zoey looked around, oblivious and happy, as if expecting to see the great tower in the distance. "I remember those scientists flying around, and fire, and… oh god what happened to my mushrooms?"

Sighing, the mage remembered his apprentice's "village" of mushrooms. He was sure it had been the reason for her failing every single test, as well as multiple counts of falling asleep in training. He had also on occasion thought it had driven her completely insane. It was the one thing he was glad had been burned.

Picking up his staff, he spoke somewhat hesitantly, as the memories still pained him. Still, he was firm as he told her, "The old world is… gone now. Everything is lost." Standing, he saw the shock and horror on her face, and was once again angered at the powers that had left them both so fearful and alone. "We must begin again, and I expect perfect attendance now that you seem to be my only student." He could not keep all the bitterness out of his voice, and he quickly turned towards the direction of his camp.

"It's gone," Zoey whispered, as the gravity of her situation finally hit her. "We're alone. We are alone… right?"

"No." The mage turned to look at her, sadness no longer hidden. "They are with us. Their power has not diminished, simply changed location. And there are more."

"We'll find them." Zoey's eyes narrowed as anger caused her voice to tremble. "We'll get them for this, Rythian."

"That's Master, Zoey," sighed the mage.

"Ooh, Master Zoey, I like that!" Apparently, the apprentice could not remain angry for very long.

"No, I meant… never mind." Rythian breathed deeply and turned towards home once more. "Coming?"

"Yes. But Rythian?"

"Master."

"Master Rythian?"

"What?"

Zoey grinned widely. "I'm so glad to see you."

The mage turned away before she could see the hint of a smile on his face. "Yes, we're all happy now, so let's go home, alright?"

"Yes. Home."