Well hello there. I'm actually writing, again. Seeing I have far too many stories for the time I put into them, I have created a poll on my profile. If you want to see more of a certain story, vote!

Anyway. This is based off my Yogbox map, and yes, I really have a lot of horses. If you like it, review and tell me what you want more of, if not, tell me what I'm doing wrong.

I loved flying. The wind picked up my hair and threw it around the sky, Divonna's wings stroked the air gently, almost silently flying us across the field.

"Down you go, girl," I whispered, smiling as I leaned into her neck. Her mane was silky, white strands of hair rolling down her neck.

We landed with barely a jolt in the short grass, and I pulled Divonna's reins, turning her to the western stables. The stables were groups of three wooden structures, connected to the Town Hall. I shoved open all four gates, Divonna passing easily through. I dismounted, careful to avoid her wing as I slid down her side. Closing the gates behind me, I walked around the fences out front of the hall, forcing myself not to run inside. Over a month of living here, and I still felt a chill each night. I ignored the other villagers, they always let me be at dusk, sharing my fear. The doors were carefully shut, and I climbed up the ladder, ducking my head to refrain from hitting it on the low ceiling. My room was the hall's attic, almost a pyramid in structure.

Too tired to bother sorting, I stashed my day's inventory in the nearest chest, almost falling as I crossed the step to my bed. The second I closed my eyes, I felt myself drift away from unconsciousness, already dreaming of daylight.

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When I woke, there was a dove singing from outside, its voice reminding me of an owl. I checked the time on my clock, which was in the chest beside my bed. The dial had the sun directly in the centre, blue taking over the black. It was dawn.

Happily, I kicked back my blankets, grabbing two pumpkins from a chest opposite the chimney. The fireplace was one of the many things the builder and I argued about. We tried lighting it before, and my attic-room was nearly burnt to a crisp. I had asked him to remove it, and he refused to, saying that it was a pretty touch to the place. Obviously, he hadn't seen the ghastly lob of stone in the attic.

But anyway, I was far too excited to hate Mr William Smith, annoying as he was. I held the pumpkins close to my chest, almost sliding down the ladder. In my haste I knocked into the town Baker, George, who spilled his pile of bread over the floor.

"Sorry!" I cried, though not feeling it as I rushed past.

He grinned, and I could hear him muttering "must be to do with the horses."

Everyone in my town, Port Royale, knew and laughed at my obsession with my horses. They preferred to stay as close to their little town as possible, though they sometimes wandered to the nearby villagers for trade. It was I who wandered miles on my steeds, always bringing back some brilliant new thing. My latest acquirement was a golden-maned unicorn. He had white fur, the even paler than Divonna's.

I had found him wandering near the Western village. They had no name for themselves, when I had asked Aruthi, he merely asked why they would need one. The village had been there for centuries, they said, and though they were small in number, they had every wisdom of their ancestors.

It was Aruthi, the librarian, who had told me of the great creature that was the spawn of a unicorn and pegasus. He said the light in the parents was great, but it was countered by their child. They were formidable, and a perfect steed if I was to protect the town from any attacker.

As I turned to the western stables, Xavier and Divonna looked at me, clueless. "Come on guys!" I placed a rope around both of their necks, gently pulling on the other end. I opened the stable gates and the two rushed out, obediently following me to a rather large area, cut off from the town by four-meter high walls of cobblestone. Two gates stood side by side in the entrance, just enough to stop a horse getting through. I coaxed the two inside, giving them a pumpkin each. After gleefully caressing Xavier's golden mane, I ran out of the makeshift stable, carefully closing the gates behind me.

Seeing I couldn't go near Divonna for a day, I was stuck in the grassland biome, other areas being too far to travel by foot.

"Help!" Screamed a hysterical voice, feminine and high pitched. A woman with honey blonde hair was trying to evade the claws of a massive cat. It's fur was short and dull, a pale yellow. Grabbing my iron sword, I ran at the cat, slicing through it's side. The creature turned from the woman, claws reaching for me. Stepping back, I wildly swung my weapon through the air, feeling resistance in the form of the lion's body. A horrible roar vibrated from it's lungs, followed by a whimper. It fell to the ground, defeated, and I sheathed my sword, disturbed.

"Creatures like these shouldn't have to be killed."

"They have to be, Erka, or we won't survive."

I turned away from the woman, who I recognised to be Susan Miller. "What I mean to say is they shouldn't be alive in the first place." Not staying to hear the reply, I stormed to Aruthi's village, hoping to get away from mine.

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"What really set it off, I reckon, was Nether portals. People were able to go into the Nether, bringing back things that did not belong in the overworld."

"Ok," I muttered, nodding. "And the Nether is...?"

"The opposite of the Overworld. Where there's water here, there's lava there. Monsters instead of animals, fire instead of grass."

"Wow," I breathed, looking at Aruthi in wonder. "Who would want to go to such a place?"

"In the nether lived creatures we call Wither Skeletons. They were the 'people' of the Nether, if you want to call them that. They built massive fortresses of purplish-red stone, which we named Netherbrick."

"And the fortresses had something important?"

"It was the Skeletons themselves who were important, and their steeds." Aruthi winked at me, and I felt my face go warm. Everyone in sight of my town had seen Divonna and I flying.

"Anyway," continued the librarian, "The Wither Skeletons rode on creatures called Blazes, which were practically made of fire and a head. They had three limbs, which they used to fly. These limbs were the main ingredient of brewing stands."

Ah. Now I understood. Brewing stands created potions. A century or so ago, people had begun making splash potions. The thin glass bottles of the meant they could be thrown to get the potion effects. Thing was, the liquid stayed there almost indefinitely, and it did weird stuff to the mobs who came near.

"Wither Skeletons... Did they have a role in the creation on the Wither King?"

Aruthi nodded, his mouth turned down into a frown. "The skulls of the Skeletons were the main ingredient in creating it, alongside soul sand from the Nether. As you well know, the Wither King was the biggest part of the End, as it could destroy entire towns with ease, and every person, animal or monster it killed, strength was gained."

I nodded, sighing. "It's getting late. I'd best get back to Royale."

Aruthi stood, opening the door for me as I left his library/house.

"I'll see you later." Looking at the now setting sun, I began to sprint back home.

The names of my villagers are pretty damn dull, huh? If you want to give me any OC's, there's a normal NPC village, an english-style village (Royale) and an Indian village nearby. Millinaire (or however you spell it) rocks ^_^