There was a knock on the door of the Stronghold, a slot opened and weary eyes peered out. The eyes saw who was knocking, and the door quickly opened followed by a muffled "My Lord."

Notch entered the Stronghold, once it had been abandoned, but now it was teeming life. Children of all ages stared at the God as He slowly walked to a armchair in the middle of the room.

"I'm sure you have a lot of questions, but bear with me, please. You might want to get comfortable, this will take a while." He watched as the children, most of them now orphans, rush around trying to find a spot close enough to hear Him speak.

Once they all settled, He started "You must be wondering why your parents dropped you here and left to fight a war against an unknown enemy. I will tell you how this all started first, so you may understand why this happened and how it was stopped.

"It started with a girl, her mother had been killed by the enemy, the blood from her body was used to revive an evil almost as old as I. The girl's name was Max.


"Max!" Max's uncle called.

"Yes, uncle?" Max yelled back, she was busy cleaning the cows pasture.

"Come here!"

"Fine." She carefully threw down the shovel she was using onto a piece of ground that did not have cow crud. She knew what he was calling her for, ever since she was twelve he had been trying to marry her off to some nobles. She had managed to make most of them run by throwing mud at them.


"Why did her uncle try to marry her off?" One of the children in the front asked. Notch didn't mind the interruptions, it kept His mind off of...what happened

"His job was to keep her safe. I believe that he, for some reason, thought that marrying her off would be safer then if she were with him." Notch explained

"Oh, okay!"


One who had been quite stubborn had managed to get her to the alter by tying her hands together, but a bride with their hands tied is unsightly, so when the preist asked her if she would take whats-his-name's hand in marrige she replied by punching the groom in the face.

Max smiled at the memory.


"I like her!"


She sobered up when she walked past a monster, somehow, she knew it was called a Zombie. No one else could see the monsters. The docter of the village said that her mind created them as a way to cope with her mother's death. She had been only five when Ember died in a mining accident. At least, that's what people told her. Max didn't really believe them, she was a smart girl, and the story didn't explain why she saw a dead God kill her mother in her dreams every night.


"Great, she's crazy!" One of the older children yelled

"Oh my gosh! It's Mental Max! What does she have to do with all this?" A young girl said.

Notch ignored them, annoyed that they insulted Max when she had helped to save the world.


When she walked into her uncle's house, he wasn't with another suitor like she expected, instead he was holding a package out to her.

He smiled at her and said "Happy birthday, Max." She had forgotten she was turning fourteen that day. Max took the package from his pasty white hand, guessing what was inside. All Minecrafters on their fourteenth birthday got a sword or a pickaxe, depending on their interest. She knew it would be a sword, her uncle would never let her go into the dangerous mines, he would much rather she became a hunter.

She opened it and gasped, it was defiantly a sword, but a sword of a design she had never seen before. It's hilt was made of wood like any other, but the wood was a dark red. She had heard of acacia but had never seen it before, it didn't grow in the biome that the village was in. The blade of the sword was diamond, but it seemed to be engraved with words, when she looked closely the engravings disapeared. Max blinked at the sword, then her uncle.


"Kreaya." A older boy whispered.

"What was that?" Notch asked, curious.

The boy blushed, embaressed that he was singled out. "Kreaya, is a mythical sword. People said that it is attuned to the Universe."

Notch nodded, satisfied with the explanation.


"It was your mother's sword." He told her. "I still have no idea how she got it." He grunted when she squeezed him. "Watch it," he said "I'm getting old. You should take the sword to the blacksmith to get it sharpened, it probably got quite dull sitting in a chest for so long."

"Thank you, uncle." She hugged him again and pulled away when he ruffled her blond hair, she had gotten her hair from her unknown father, her blue eyes from her mother.

Max walked out of the house, shifting away from another one of her hallucinations, it was a Creeper, they had no arms and were a sickly green colour.

When Max walked past the Woods she shivered, no one who went in, ever came out again. Her hallucinations appeared in the Woods more then anywhere else.

The Blacksmith said that she shouldn't waste her money on a sword freshly sharpened, she stared at it, puzzled. When the Blacksmith asked her if she wanted a sheath as a birthday present, she answered in the positive, she didn't want to carry her sword the whole time she was hunting. The Blacksmith measured the sword and told her the sheath would be ready in the morning. Max thanked him and started to walk home.

"Well, well. What are you doing out of your house, Mental Max?" A voice said from behind her, the voice's owner was a small boy named Cartsin. Max didn't fear him, it was his accomplices she was terrified of.

"What's that?" He said, looking at the package that held her sword. "Give it to me."

"No! It was my mother's." Max said, though she knew he'd get his two large younger brothers to take it from her.


"Why wouldn't she just give it too them? It would have saved her some effort." A rude little boy asked.

"Because, it was important to her and she fought for what she believed to be important. Now, please only interrupt when it is important or you have a real question." Notch replied. He really just wanted to get this over with now, He realized Herobrine was right, the Minecrafters had gotten annoying.


Max was right, Cartsin did make his brothers steal the package. Sadly, she knew that if she tried to hit one of them, they would snap her sword.

Carstin snatched the package from his brothers hand and greedily started ripping it open. "Is this a joke?" He said, incredulously. He held up the sword for his brothers to see. Max stared. The sword had turned into a wooden piece of junk.

"It's no wonder your father left you and your mother, with a sword like this she must have been pretty worthless and he saw you were the same." He shrieked when Max punched him in the nose.

"Don't you ever talk about my parents. You are not even worthy to speak of them." Max hissed as she picked up her sword, she realized her voice had Shivered again, it only happened when she was angry.

Cartsin's eyes widened, he had never heard her voice Shiver before. Max knew that to other people the Shiver sounded like a different language.

"I was right!" He shouted at her when she ran. "You are Mental!"

Once Max got to her house she ran to her room to think about all that had happened that day, she finally decided to sleep on it, maybe answers to the strangeness that had happened would come to her in the morning.


This is the longest chapter I have ever written.

I know most of that was awkward, I am hoping that by the last chapter this will even be worth reading. Thank you for reading till the end, you are Awesome.

Please review and tell me about any mistakes I made.