The Harmonization: A Zoethian Fanfic

by Jaloyoloti

The three worlds are out of sync. Somehow Minecraftia's power of being is draining at an alarming rate. In the hopes to combat the tipping of the scales the high council of overseers decide to create new beings to help restore the balance. They create a child who is part-human and part-Blaze and another that is part-human and part-Enderman. She is called Zoeya and he is Rythian.

2. Chapter One: The Birth of One

Precisely eight days after the decision was made the cycle of time began anew. With the new cycle the power of being the overseers were granted was restored and the council of overseers began the task of creating two new beings. The task before them was immense to say the least as the creation of crossed beings had never been attempted before. With no precedent as to what problems the group might encounter they were cautious and approached to task as they would creating a house of cards- slowly and with precision when building upon the foundation of the power of being reserved for creating a human. It took the efforts of almost the entire group over many days to weave the beings they dreamt of into creation. The keeper of the rust colored flame, however, was still unable to the bring themselves to be a large part of the project, only being brought in to help when absolutely necessary.

The overseers began with creating the Enderbeing first knowing that it would take most of their own power of being and focus to contain the power of Ender within the human shell. After a few tense and sleepless days all they could do to bring the Enderchild into existence was done- all they could do then was wait and see if the seed of the Ender power would take in the human shell. Much time passed as they waited for a smoldering pile of power, magic, sweat and blood that lay in the space surrounded by their watchful eyes. Finally, hours after they had began waiting, the smoldering pile began to crack open with various sicken popping and sizzling noises. From within the heap a pale violet light emitted from the cracks that split and opened in a wide maw that seemed to scream to life. The dazzling light grew and dimmed rapidly over and over again until the mound burst into ashen grey and lavender flames with tendrils that tried to reach out to each of the overseers and lick their cloaked forms, hoping to gain an ounce of their great power. Each of the keepers of flame took a calculated step away to deny the flames their meal and watched as the flaming limbs gave up and retreated back unto themselves before being extinguished entirely by some unknown force.

Some more tense moments passed before the creation stirred again, the mass beginning to pulse and even murmur in the deathly silent area, growing larger with each pulsation until it strained with the effort and gave in to the stress, bursting one final time with a dazzling purple light. It crumbed into ashes and embers of violet and in its place left the form of an infant. Their attempt was more successful than some of them had imagined although far from perfect. The infant created and cradled in the night wailed an inhuman screech that seemed to be birthed from inside the minds of the overseers, almost as if the child was not screaming from its physical body but from the deep recesses of the mind of anyone who gazed upon it.

The keeper of the azure flame was the first to approach the infant and pulled the new being into its arms to comfort the child and inspect it for any critical flaws. Their first conclusion was that the being was a male child with vibrant blue eyes not unlike the color of the azure keeper's flame. His hair, while a bit patchy and fine, was near black in color with an odd patch of almost blonde near his left temple. It was expected that his hair would lighten over time but the unique patch of light strands would likely remain. Of the last characteristics unique to the Enderbeing were small slivers of wounds that would rip open and seal shut over and over again like the congealed mass it had been birthed from. When open the wounds would emit a pale lavender light before the body rapidly healed itself and leave nothing but a dusty-rose colored scar in its place. The keeper of the violet light trailed a dark finger across each of the scars in turn and looked to the one holding the child.

"It seems the power of The End is trying to seep out of the human shell but the mortal power of regeneration is keeping it locked away."
"Have we failed? Should we scrap this one and try ag-?"
"No," the keeper of the azure flame interrupted harshly, "He is perfectly fine this way. If he can already keep the power sealed away then his ability to keep the power under control will only grow with age; starting again is unnecessary."
The gold keeper was taken aback by the azure keeper's protectiveness of the child so soon but saw their reasoning.
"This is true. He's not perfect but for our purposes he will do fine. We also do not have the power left to try again and also create the Blaze-child," Si said, eying the keeper of the azure flame and the child together. The violet flame keeper also studied the scene of the azure keeper and the child together but with interest and amusement rather than confusion, choosing to then offer a question.

"Well then, Az, what shall we call the child?"
Holding the child in a firm cradle the azure keeper gazed upon the child and cupped his cheek in one of their hands. Closing their eyes and opening their mind, the keeper of the azure flame bent their head down and pressed their forehead to that of the child's.
"Tell me your name, little one," they whispered, waiting a few moments before pulling away and looking at the child once more, "This one will rise from the darkness of absolute night and be one of the keepers of the future. This one, this child, will be called Rythian."