Nether swung her sword at the spider. It was almost out of durability. One more hit and it would disintegrate into dust at her feet. So this hit had to count. She ran at the spider, cleanly slicing its eight-eyed head off. It was nearly midnight, and she was far away from her castle. Well, not hers. Queen Molly's. Nether was a knight. One who fought the dangers of the night, only to return to Steve Castle where she was endlessly working for the safety of the gentler inhabitants of the castle. Princes Emma constantly wanted her assistance in something or another. Nether knew she had to get back to the castle, and soon. There were rumors she had heard around the occasional village of another nation from over the sea come to attack their lands. In truth, Nether spent much time out of Steve Castle's lands, but the largely uneducated villagers spoke of the continent in general. Nether felt a sudden wave of exhaustion come over her. She slid down a tree, ready to spring up and attack, her auburn hair falling in her face. She gazed blankly at her leather armor, torn to her knee's level by making strips of fabric to bind villager's wounds. She was thinking of the nearest village, maybe a chunk away on the edge of the plains that bordered her forest. Not actually her forest, but she wished it was. The trees shone in the light of the full moon, and very few monsters among the streams and waterfalls. About a week's journey away was Steve Castle in its extreme hills. Nether's diamond sword sure enough broke into unsalvageable shards, but she didn't mind. She snapped some branches off a tree and crafted them into a simple sword. She started for the village, hoping an inhabitant would be willing to trade for a sturdier weapon. Iron, maybe. At least stone. As Nether stopped to drink from a creek, she heard a creaking voice. Singing. The song was of horrible things: death, apocalypse, pain, and worse. She raised her wooden sword as she turned around slowly. Only a pair of glowing white eyes were visible among the trees. Suddenly she jumped to her feet and ran, not stopping until she reached the village. She burst into the church, gasping for breath. She shook the priest until he woke up with a grunt "Whodeheckreyou?" "Herobrine. In the forest. Coming." Breathed Nether. The villager screamed and ran out into the village yelling at the top of his lungs "HEROBRINE IS COMING! HEROBRINE IS COMING! PREPARE! PREPARE!" All around innocent villagers were crying. Nether found a scrawny teenager among the ruckus and told him "Go. Get the fastest horse and go to the nearest castle. In the extreme hills. It'll be a long journey. Bring food. Don't rest." He ran off to the stables. Nether searched the blacksmith's for a good sword. Diamond. Perfect. She quickly and messily braided her hair to keep it out of her face, handing out armor and weapons to villager men. The women and children were ushered into the strongest building in the village. As the villagers and Nether got into formation, she saw a glimpse of a horse and rider galloping north toward Steve Castle. Good. The teenager was safe and moving quickly. Good boy. Too bad he probably wouldn't survive.