Blue looked up as the Eye of Ender that was always by her side sped towards her, zigzagging through the air until it reached her. She sighed. It was great knowing that Kryptid wasn't technically dead, but sometimes it felt like he was. After their kiss before he took on the Void, she had just kind of assumed everything would work out. Not be stuck with the equivalent of a pet for the next three months of her life.

When she talked to Red about this, she would only snort and say that Kryptid would've been a pet no matter what. Blue had smiled at this, but she knew that this wasn't the same thing.

She had been looking out over the town, which was still being rebuilt, when a sound filled the air. It took her a while to place the noise, and she realised that it was the bell that signalled the advisors of the town to meet at the town hall. Blue practically shot out of her house, the ever present Eye at her side, and raced to the centre of town.

Steve yawned as he walked into the conference room, and was greeted with half a dozen faces staring at him expectantly.

"I didn't ring the bell," he yawned, and the group settled down again. He noticed Graham, who he hadn't seen in several weeks, seated near the back of the room, and he raised an eyebrow.

"I wasn't expecting to see you back so soon," Steve said, and Graham shrugged as he absentmindedly moved a feather around in the air above his hand.

"There isn't much to see out there. Minecraftia is still recovering from the Void. The city is a shadow of its former self, with only a couple dozen people living there. And of course, there hasn't been any news of Herobrine in the world, so I'd say he's retreated back to the Nether."

Steve nodded in agreement, and searched the room for someone in particular.

"Has anyone seen Rookie lately?" he asked, and Blue shook her head, the Eye of Ender beside her mimicking her movements.

Red had a similar reaction, as did Sarah and Isodion. Daniel pointed at Hailey, and she nodded.

"Yeah, I saw her out by the graves again. Did she lose someone in the war?"

Steve didn't like this. Some people had taken to talking about the fight against the Void as if it had been a war, whereas it had been more of a resistance. It was by extremely good fortunes, and the sacrifice of Kryptid, that they were still alive.

"You don't know?" he asked, and she shook her head. Rookie mustn't have shared the information, even after three months of grieving.

"We lost many people during those times," he said, "including some close friends. But Rookie lost her best friend, a pig by the name of Jeffery. I wouldn't be surprised if she was at his grave right now."

Somehow the graveyard had managed to survive the destruction, and it was the first place he had visited when he had returned to the town those weeks following the death of the Void. It was with great reluctance that he had erected the graves to Fido, Destructo, Ginja, and the others they had lost. Graham had insisted on building the grave for Zack all by himself.

During the reconstruction of the town, they had discovered so many bodies. So many bodies. The sight of them all, rotting in the streets, and the clean-up took weeks.

Steve shook his head, and at that moment Wedge ran in the room. He looked around the room, and Red scowled at him.

"I swear to Notch if you were the one who rang that bell," she mumbled, and he nodded, taking a step back. Luckily, Red was too tired to try to kill him, and he was able to speak.

"I've been, feeling weird lately," he said. Steve looked at him condescendingly.

"We've all been feeling weird. The world almost ended. If you didn't feel weird I'd think you were weird."

Wedge shook his head. "No. Like, voices in my head, waking up in the middle of the night having sleep walked into the middle of town weird."

"Oh," Steve said. "You better explain it then."

Wedge looked around.

"You sure we shouldn't wait for Rookie?"

"I'll tell her later. Talk."

Every day, Rookie would come down to the graveyard and mourn for each of her friends, none more so than Jeffery. She looked up from his headstone, and saw Steve making his way through the trees towards her.

"You okay?" he asked, and she nodded.

"What happened? I thought I heard the town bell, but I couldn't be bothered heading back to town yet."

"Wedge thinks he's being telepathically controlled by someone, or something, and that it's causing him to go insane."

Rookie raised an eyebrow.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"I think that that's what he believes, and that we should keep him locked up until we can prove otherwise."

Blue and Red were walking down the street that led from the town hall to Blue's house, followed closely by Kryptid's Eye of Ender.

Suddenly, the Eye appeared to become agitated, and flew straight into the air.

"What the fuck?" Red asked, as the Eye of Ender shot back down towards them. It started to glow, and collided with Blue's chest. Her eyes glowed purple for several seconds, and then she looked at Red.

"What the fuck?" Red repeated.

Blue seemingly looked around in amazement.

"It worked!" she shouted, and she noticed Red staring at him.

"Red?" she asked. "Where's Blue?"

"Kryptid?" Red asked, her frown turning into a smile.

"Yeah, yeah. Nevermind," Kryptid said to her. "Just tell Blue I was here. I need you to do something for me."

"What?" Red said, smirking.

"I need you to take my Eye of Ender out to the Stronghold, and let it go through the End portal," Kryptid began rambling. "You need to follow it through the portal, which it should open up by itself. Also, take some of my clothes. And my cloak."

Kryptid looked around again.

"Where is Blue? I'd trust her more with this information."

Red burst into laughter. Kryptid stared.

"What?" he asked, and then it dawned on him.

"Whose body am I in?" he asked, a worried look appearing on his face.

Red's laughter became even louder. Looking down, Kryptid shook his head.

"Shit," he muttered. Red calmed down just enough to speak.

"She is going to kill you."

Bit of a rushed start, I guess. I'm not really sure how to start this.

Like, I had bits and pieces planned and completely written, and it's just a matter of filling in the pieces.

Also, I feel like this story could use a name. Any suggestions would be much appreciated.

~ Dark