A Star appeared in the sky. Just as Notch knew it would. It had been three years since Herobrine had died along with Ender. The Scales would kill everything if the Star didn't appear. Notch had this on very good authority, but He hated the Star. It made it impossible for Him to imagine that Herobrine was still alive. Inside the Star, was a new God. Someone to replace Ender, and indirectly, Herobrine.
Ender, Herobrine had loved Her, despite the Evil She was. Notch remembered. He hated Ender more then He hated the Star, She had been the one to trick His brother into Death's waiting arms.
The Star grew bigger. Notch could now see it was black, grey faded in and out on it's surface as it moved.
Max's stomach rumbled, but they both ignored it. Max had been there when Herobrine had died, she was also an Ακροατισ, Akroatis, Listener, Voice of All. Whatever you wanted to call her.
The Star was almost upon them.
Max pulled her blonde hair away from her face with her stump. Her other hand busy holding Kreaya, her beloved sword. Max had lost her left hand after Ender and Herobrine died, the pain All, the universe, felt, was so great, that it filled Max with unbearable grief for two months. Max had dug at her hand with her nails to distract herself from the loss.
After the two months, Notch had offered her a place in His palace, worried that she couldn't function without her hand. Notch supposed that she refused only to prove to herself that she wasn't weak. She had then ventured into the jungle and built a tree-house, including a farm.
BLAM!
The Star had landed.
Notch blew away the dust with a wave of His hand. It didn't help with making the dust disappear, but it made Notch feel closer to His brother.
"What-cough cough- the heck?" A young man climbed out of the crater the Star had made. He had black hair, and His skin colour was grey. Despite that, He was quite attractive. "A little help here?" He reached His hand out to Notch. Notch just watched Him. "Okay then. How about you, Stumpy?"
"Don't call me that." Max said, but pulled Him up anyway.
"Alrighty then, Blondie, the names Wither. Now, Old Grump, what do you do for fun around here?"
The next couple of weeks, as you can imagine, were very eventful. Wither had discovered a love of pranking people, that combined with His power, He managed to turn everything upside down for two days. After that, green people, then Creepers wouldn't explode, making peoples houses fly, fake diamonds. Anything you could dream of, He did it.
It was during one of Wither's pranks, that our story begins.
Wither grinned, this was going to be His best prank yet. He was going to turn all water into lava, well, it'll look like lava. He chuckled, and ducked behind a pillar. He was in the Old Grump's palace. He needed hair from the most powerful beings in the world: Notch, and Max, in order for His prank to affect every drop of water.
Max won't like you for this. A little voice in the back of His head told Him.
"Of course she will." Wither plucked the strand of doubt from His mind. "Everyone likes a bad boy." He didn't know when these feelings for Max started, and He didn't really want to know, He just wanted them to go away. He knew it wasn't love, He had just met her, but it could grow to be, that is, if she lived long enough.
The feelings could just be because Max was the only one who seemed to like Him, the Old Grump (aka, Notch), just didn't like Him, He thought it might be because of His deceased brother, Hero-whatsit. The Minecrafters didn't like because of gossip, the fact that He could be very annoying translated into 'always annoying', and that bit had gotten out before they found out He was a God.
Wither shook those thoughts from His brain, He needed to think about the prank, only about the prank.
He looked around, and quickly spotted a sign that said 'Meeting Hall'. He grinned again, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and snuck into the Meeting Hall.
He walked over to Notch's throne-like chair, covered in gems and lined with gold, and blinked at His idiocy. Notch was bald, He didn't have hair. That meant He couldn't use His hair for His prank. He couldn't use His own, He hadn't created the world. Max hadn't either, but she did have a special bond with All, so she was an exception. He felt hopeless, all that work planning His masterpiece, had died...
"Of course!" Wither felt like hitting Himself. "The brother. He had hair, and I bet He had a room in here somewhere." If He couldn't have the Living God's hair, He would have the dead's.
He quickly gathered up a couple of strands of Max's hair from her modest seat, looking to be made for comfort and not style. And quickly left the room.
He realized He didn't know where the brother's room was, so He used a trick only He seemed to posses. He calmed His breathing, focused His mind, and fell to pieces. The pieces disappeared before they hit the ground.
He had found out about this trick one night when He couldn't get to sleep, and had wondered what it would feel like to be All, to be everything at once. He had imagined turning into dust, and that dust would turn into living beings, with their own thoughts and loves and desires. Then He was, He had turned Himself into such small bits, that He could feel everything around Him, He could even feel the small blot of ink on old paper.
Because of this unusual skill, He could never get lost, He could spread Himself out, get familiar with the surroundings, and know how to get where He wanted to be.
Wither sent Himself in all directions, searching for a hint of where the brother resided. He found it on the same corridor as Notch's room, He could tell by the way everything was untouched, covered in a layer of dust. The sign above the door saying 'Herobrine's Room', also helped.
He checked to make sure there was no one in the area, then reformed Himself just inside the room, by the door. He froze, a man was in the room with Him, a tall brunette.
Wither quickly reformed himself to look like a cleaning maid, including a feather duster.
"Oh! I'm sorry." He said in a perfect Minecrafter accent. "I didn't realize anyone was in here." He spotted a bed in a corner, Herobrine's bed, complete with Herobrine's pillow. He grinned internally, and took a step forwards. "Do you need anything or-oops!" He purposely tripped aiming His feather duster to land on the pillow. "Oh, how clumsy of me! I truly am very sorry, mister...?"
"So, you are my replacement in the world." The figure spoke. Wither hurried over to the bed and picked up His feather duster, swishing it around some so it could pick up fallen hairs, pretending to not understand the man's words.
"Wither, was it?" He took Wither's hesitation as a yes. "Such a simple name. Did you know that a creature in the Nether shares your name? I created it." The man shook his head in confusion. "No. He did. No... I...She.." The man turned to Wither, who was shocked. The man's eyes... they were a solid white with purple swirls. The eyes of a God, but which God? Wither had only heard of four: Notch, Himself, Herobrine, and one no one seemed to talk about, yet He heard of in whispered conversations, Ender.
"Help me." The man pleaded, then yelled at the ceiling. "Get out of my head!"
A blast of air hit Wither, throwing Him against the wall. The last thing He saw before He slipped into unconsciousness, was the strange God disappear in a bright flash of purple light mixed with a small amount of white.