Beams of sunlight forced Steve's eyes open. Squinting, he pushed back his sheets and examined a dark cut traveling from his hip to his right shoulder. A quick touch proved that it still burned from last night's escapade. Steve took a painful stretch and got out of the bed. Strapping on his newly enchanted iron sword, he was about to go downstairs when his brother, Notch, entered. "Oh, so you finally woke up," smirked Notch. "My magic really does work wonders." Steve laughed heartily and pushed his sibling in a playful manner, but considering his battle hardened muscles, a gentle push almost sent Notch flying down the stairs. "Jesus, do you ever do anything besides train?" griped Notch. "I left you some bread and apples in the chest. Don't eat it all, though, Brinor is still hunting in the ravine. Oh, and try to go easy on that cut. You nearly lost that duel with that Wither Skeleton Assassin." With that, Notch disappeared in a wisp of smoke. His magical abilities seem stronger every day, thought Steve as he helped himself to some bread. Steve munched thoughtfully as he gazed out on the morning scene before him. The house that the three brothers shared was perched upon a hilltop, where a jungle grew to the south and a ravine with a bridge spanned to the north. The bridge was the site of an old Nether portal, which was how Steve had previously acquired his cut. During a midnight foraging expedition in the middle of a thunderstorm, Steve wandered upon it. A chance lightning strike had renewed it, causing a speedy variation of a Wither Skeleton known as a Wither Skeleton Assassin to make his escape into the Overworld. Steve sent up a flare to garner the attention of his brothers, and proceeded to duel the dual bladed creature to a standstill. Steve was on the verge of victory, when a cheap bit of Nether magic blinded him and allowed the Nether creature to slash his chest. Fortunately, a timely fireball from Notch ended the Wither Skeleton Assassin's rampage. A yell from the ravine snapped him out of his flashback and what he saw astonished him. His other brother, Brinor, was bleeding, limping, and bruised. In one hand he held a cracked bow, and in the other a fistful of arrows. "RUN! GET OUT!" screamed Brinor. Steve was about to inquire what was chasing his brother, but the monster that came barreling through to woods caught the words in his throat.