Deep in the Rimfall mountains, on the northern edge of the Overworld.

My feet slipped on the powdery snow, and I fell headlong into the cold. Sharp ice cracked against my face, and when I put a hand to my forehead, it came away bloody. A long, thin scratch ran across my brow.

Coughing, I struggled to my feet, shaking snow out of my face and trying to slap warmth back into my hands. I looked around blearily. Where had Herobrine's spell sent me?

The whole mission was a failure. The red-eyed demon knew we were coming and had laid a trap, one that worked beautifully. My weapons were gone, and my armor- my obsidian armor, the strongest in the Overworld- was rift with deep scores and cracks. I was weak and trembling from the beating, and now the cold and the thin air were getting to me.

Herobrine was gone- trapped in suspended agony at the hands of that thing. He had called it a fallen god, a traitor of an age long past, the one responsible for his fall. The one that brought the curse of the Shadow on the Overworld. It was banished to a shadow dimension, but somehow, it had escaped, and now it had the upper hand all over again. Was it responsible for what happened at FireForge?

Something growled in the distance, and I started moving, looking for shelter. I stood on a high peak, flat on top and rimmed with a circle of standing stones. Perhaps there was a cave down the slope where I could find shelter from the wind and blowing snow.

Lightning cracked across the blackened skies, blindingly illuminating the ice and snow around me in a surreal and macabre display. I blinked, disoriented, and a wave of dizziness fell over me. I fell to my knees.

Lightning struck again, striking and blasting to pieces the stone before me, sending chunks flying. I covered my eyes with one gauntleted hand as chips of scree blew past me. When I uncovered my eyes, I saw a sight that made me nearly cry with relief.

Standing in gold-chased armor and a rich brown cloak was Notch, his sword in hand. I pushed myself onto my feet and started walking towards him, preparing to explain everything.

My voice was barely more than a hoarse whisper. "Notch-" I began, but something hit me from behind. I fell flat, a sharp pain ringing from the base of my skull, starting up a keening in my ears. I lifted my head and spat blood onto the snow- I'd bitten my tongue. Reaching up to touch the forming weal, someone seized my arm and wrenched it behind my back painfully. I got a glimpse of a green-cloaked figure in armor, someone with the aura of a god.

Notch approached me slowly and lifted my chin with the tip of his sword. His stern expression darkened when he saw my face.

"Huntress." He said, his eyes focusing somewhere behind me. He closed his eyes briefly. "So it was you." He heaved a sigh. "What have you done, Huntress? Of all people, I expected this least of you."

The hand holding my arm twisted it a little further. I clenched my teeth against a groan. I didn't know what to say, not with a god holding me down and my very creator holding his sword to my throat. The blade, icy cold on my skin, shifted a little closer to my larynx.

Notch looked me in the eye, and I glared right back.

"Huntress, for the sake of the Overworld and the safety and goodwill of its inhabitants, you are under arrest for your crimes of murder and destruction."

"Murder?" I breathed, then coughed, unable to breathe properly. Notch knelt before me.

"We've been watching you for some time, Huntress. I was hoping it wasn't really you, but it seems I was wrong. However, there were two white-eyed people seen entering the cursed mountain. My brother was with you. Where is he now?"

"He's still inside," I croaked, and the one holding me down cuffed me across the back of my head.

"Speak the truth!" he demanded, and I laughed bitterly.

"The last I saw him, he was still inside. That's all I can tell you." Notch's expression darkened, and I got the sinking feeling that they wouldn't be satisfied with anything I had to say.

"Take her away," Notch ordered. "We'll find the truth whatever it takes."

Notch turned away and sheathed his sword. I opened my mouth to speak, but my face was forced down into the snow and something slammed into the middle of my back.

There was a brief buzzing and then my vision went black.

Amanda the Huntress here. Due to the slow progress in completing the first two titles in this trilogy (Huntress's Tale and Chronicle), I've decided to publish a few teasers from my drafts for the third installment: Legacy.

If you are reading this now and have never read any of my work before, I highly recommend that you go back and look over at least Huntress's Tale, or its first draft, A Minecraft Tale. This way, you know what you're getting into.

That's all for now, folks. More teasers will come soon. I hope you enjoy!