A/N: Sorry for the long wait everybody. It's been a pain to copy this over from the notebook I had it written in. Updates here will be slower than my other fanfic, Lovers' Secrets, due to not having much written here in comparison to what I have done for that book. However I'll try to be more timely with updates as soon as life stops being crap.


I wake up sometime after the moon has started to descend from its peak, though it is still very far from morning. A cold wind blows through my window, the moonlight glittering off shards of glass scattered beside my bed. Startled by the feeling of someone watching me, I bolt upright. My fears are confirmed when I see shining blue-black eyes just staring at me.

A collective murmur of my name sounds in my skull, some the hiss-like speech of creepers, others the moaning of zombies, the rattling of skeletons, and even one bubbling voice of an enderman from outside. I very slowly turn my head to find the purple eyes as big as my hand staring at me. The shade of violet matches the one I had seen many times before in my own reflection. The sheer shock causes me to cry out, and I close my eyes in the hopes that this is just a nightmare.

When the voices only get louder I crack open one eye. The enderman is just staring even though I know he could easily go into my kitchen and wait in there until morning. I'm hesitant to open my eyes fully but I have no choice; the voices in my head only get stronger with each little reaction from me, urging me to get this meeting over with quickly.

The staring between the mobs and I continues for long moments before a creeper steps closer, practically leaning on the small footboard. "Wh-what do you want?" I ask shakily, hands fisted in the blankets across my lap.

'You, Ssssstee-vvve,' the creeper hisses, followed by what can only be called a cheer.

"Why?!" I cry, though it sounds very similar to a zombie moan to me.

Another cheer sounds, the zombies the loudest of them all in the near-silent night. The creeper hisses with a smile on its face, the sound maybe even in delight as it moves even closer on my right. A warning is given by the enderman, but only the creeper seems to have heard it.

I draw my legs closer to my body so that the creeper doesn't feel compelled to somehow touch me, which I fear it will. "You didn't answer my question," I point out nervously.

The creeper cocks its head to the side. 'Propheccccy,' it hisses, sounding as if I must be stupid for not knowing.

I sigh in annoyance. "Alright, then tell me the prophecy. I wasn't told anything about this growing up so you're all freaking me out."

'Go, leave us,' the enderman orders.

With a chorus of grumbles they all leave. The enderman closes his eyes and soon I hear a 'pop' sort of sound in my kitchen. A heavy sigh escapes me as I crawl out of bed before I decide to get it over with and walk into my kitchen.

I find the enderman sitting cross-legged on my floor, but even then he has to lean down a little to look into my eyes when I stand before him. His skin is a dark gray, leading me to believe he is very old and therefore very wise. While normally his purple eyes would feel like they bore into my very soul, tonight they hold no threat.

'Steve.' His bubbling voice echoes in my mind like a river, fast and rough around the edges - setting even my bones to shaking. 'Tell me what you know if the world of mobs.'

"Um..." My mind refuses to work, not that I know much anyway. Most of it was just old legends the villagers told to scare kids into staying inside at night when night fell.

'Well?'

"I-I know that there are f-four realms," I answer. "Th-there's this land, the N-Nether, the End, and the realm of someone called Notch. Oh, and I-I've heard that a man named Herobrine is in control of the mobs."

As I speak, I see the enderman start to shake his head. 'There is much you do not understand Steve. We are in control of our own thoughts and feelings,' he explains. 'What you know as Herobrine we call Helfalla. It is where the mobs first came from; a place so deep in the Nether that even the glowstone lights do not touch it.'

I think long and hard about this, still wondering why the mods would come and yet not harm me. 'It's all just so strange,' I think. 'Mobs will usually harm anyone who isn't also a mob... So why did they act happy to see me?'

The enderman chuckles, sounding almost human except for the bubbling undertone to the sound. 'We are happy to see you, Steve. We've been waiting for the prophecy child to come for quite some time.'

His words frighten me to my very core. Was it even possible he could read my mind? It didn't seem so and yet he had answered my questions without my voicing them.

"I don't understand what you mean. Why are you making it seem like I'm some almighty answer to prayer or whatever it is this 'prophecy child' is supposed to be?"

'You can hear and understand me, can you not?'

I sigh, looking away. "Yes," I mumble to the floor.

'That means you are in fact the prophecy child. Forgive us for attacking you previously. We were unaware of your heritage until recently.'

"Heritage?" My voice wavers with confusion and my head immediately moves so I can meet the enderman's gaze.

'Yes Steve. We have learned much about you in only a year's time.'

I raise one of my eyebrows skeptically. "Do you know my father?"

It was the only question I could think to ask. My heart was pounding in anticipation of the answer. Was my father some great hero? Was he known for something magnificent I didn't know of? All I had been told was that he had disappeared when I was less than a year old, so I didn't have much to go on. I was desperate to learn from this being if they could teach me about him.

The enderman nods. 'He was a great friend of mine.'

That made me do a double-take. "Friend? Was? What happened?!" I demand, heart racing faster still.

He closes his eyes and I hold my breath as I wait. Seconds tick by into minutes, and I have to breathe after the first just so I can hear what he will say, whenever he chooses to say it.

'Steve...' he says solemnly, the word a warning. 'Your father... He was a friend to many. He spoke of you mother often and always very fondly.'

"That doesn't tell me what I want to know!" I exclaim in frustration.

The enderman looks inexplicably sad, the purple of his eyes turning to a more indigo color. "He passed after a visit to you and your mother, shot right through the heart by one of his only enemies.'

My heart leaps into my throat but my frustration only builds. "Who was he?" I demand, eyes blazing with my need for answers.

'Steve, your father was one of us, a mob.'


A/N: I hope this chapter was well worth the wait, and if not, again I'm terribly sorry it took so long to post. I promise I'll try to be better but I can't guarantee set update dates at this point. This may change in the future but until then I hope you enjoyed this next installment of Hivemind. Please read and review :)