Chapter One

Notch's POV

To many, this evening seemed as normal as any. The residents of Craftia, Minecraft's capitol, were walking around the streets going about their business, but… for some reason, I couldn't feel at ease. There was some kind of… ominous feeling in the air. As I had lived for two hundred years (using an Ender Pearl fragment in my forehead to stop aging, like all rulers before me), I had seen many signs of calm before the storm, but this, it felt like a calm before a hurricane.

"King Notch?" I heard a voice ask. I turned from my view of the balcony to see a knight, one of my two royal bodyguards. "Yes, Sir PewDiePie?"

"Are you alright?" the knight in golden armor asked. My royal guards had gold armor, other knights had iron. "I'm fine, I just, I think something is wrong somehow," "How, sir?"

I pondered a second. "I've no idea, something seems… off."

"Could Cry and I help?"

"No, Sir PewDiePie, I think I need to be alone for a while."

"As you order, King Notch."

Without another word, he turned and left. I looked down to the city.

What was wrong?

3rd person

Below the castle, catacombs housed deceased rulers. Each ruler was given one tomb, and their belongings were buried with them. Many rulers were even gladiators at some point. These rulers were buried with armor, which was studded in diamonds. The ender pearl in their forehead preserved their corpses, preventing rot. Some people knew this, and were planning to manipulate this. A clan long forgotten by Minecraft, the Disciples of End, were looking for one particular ruler. They searched for this for several years, and finally, they found they had succeeded in their search. They entered the tomb.

The clan, holding Ender Pearls, raised them, as one walked up to the casket. She gazed into the coffin, smiling at the ruler, before chanting in the Enderman language. If translated, it says: "For thee who lives among the dead, rise from your imprisonment of dread. Let air fill your lungs, and walk once more, cause destruction and death forevermore,"

The corpse slowly rose into sitting. He opened his eyes, now pearl white, and looked around the room. His lifeless eyes scanning the robed figures surrounding him, observing their every move. The woman smirked. "Welcome back, King Herobrine."

Tobuscus' POV

I walked back to my house, Fortbuscus after a long day of mining. I was exhausted. Drowsily, my eyes wandered across the land, and I suddenly heard a loud BOOM! and quickly jumped onto the icy lake. My house wasn't too far away, and I quickly ran to the door, shocked to see a purple spire of light shining over the horizon. A purple ring of light flew in my direction across the sky, and violet sparkles rained across the land. The kind you see when Endermen teleport. This was too odd, so I went inside, and petted my dog Gryphon before heading in the direction of Craftia, the nearest city, where I assumed the light was coming from. I took an iron sword with me for protection.

Notch's POV

I ran into the castle halls after hearing a near deafening explosion. I found it in the castle lobby, a crater was there, several guards surrounded it, but sattered whn they saw me, allowing me to look down. "Sir, I think one of the tombs just… exploded."

"Thank you, Sir Cry, get my hammer."

"Why?"

"I'm going down there."

He left, coming back soon, and handed me the royal Hammer. Known as the Hammer of Notch, it was crafted and given to me years ago, nearly a century ago. "Thank you, Sir Cry."

He nodded his masked head, an iron mask, round with a monotone expression. It had two large eye holes with thin string allowing him to view his surroundings. I jumped down into the tomb. It was empty. I gazed into the coffin. Nothing. PewDiePie and Cry jumped down with their iron swords ready. "Grave robbers, they stole the body," I said. "Who was it, Notch?" Cry asked. I looked at the carved in name on the coffin lid, dropping the hammer in shock.

"Umm…. Sir? Are you okay?" they asked.

"Pewdie, Cry, it's time I told you a story. One about… a long lost sibling of mine."

A.U.

I know, I'm still working on Death and All His Friends, but I've had this idea for a while and wanted to get started. This will be a three story series. This one, a prequel, and a sequel. I hope you enjoyed, there will be a main group in the story, so keep reading, but Toby, Pewds, and Cry will be in it.