Summary:

A story of love, loss, war, and lore. After Steve suddenly spawn in their peaceful world, why is everything changing? Skeletons are growing restless in the dessert, Zombies are coming from the deep darkness, Spiders are attacking anything that moves, and the Creepers are coming out from the trees... Even worse, the Enderman are starting to loose control of the Enderdragon, and Herobrine has returned... Will this all be resolved, or will they loose this world?

Rated: T


Normal;

Thoughts;

Steve, Notch, or Herobrine;

Normal mobs(pigs, sheep, etc.) ;

Mob Tongue(Creeper, Enderman, etc.)


Chapter 3, Ratha's POV

Ratha awoke, looking straight up at the roof, and trying to remember why she was in the Healer's cave. The events of earlier slammed into her like a wall in a dark cave, and she cursed as she sat up. Seconds later, Lermore was in the cave and helping her off the bed. She started, almost falling off, and grunted.

"I really wished you'd warn me before you teleport out of nowhere. It can cause quite a few painful reactions from us creeper-kind."

"Suuuurrrreeee it will. Come one, Ildago wants to see you," he said, making Ratha stiffen. Lermore noticed, "What's wrong?"

"Is Darrem there?"

"Why wouldn't he be?"

Ratha let out a feral hiss, stating her unhappiness. Darrem was like a stalker-ex-boyfriend, and the Eastern Tribes' future leader. He could do no wrong in his father's eyes, which made him the brat of the clan. He had most of the young females of the clan after him cause of his looks and his current status as future-leader, but Darrem paid them no head, and continued 'creeping after' Ratha. The absolute irony.

As the Ender-Healer and Creeper made their way to the Main Hut, and few other creepers decided to tag along to see what was going on. It was mid-night, so some of the other mobs where here too. On her way, Ratha saw her friends, DaVe, Monti, and Shell, standing by her brother near the hut. Ildago stood right outside his hut too, and on his right side was his brat boy, Darrem.

"Good evening Ratha," said Ildago, and she bowed respectfully.

"Good evening ma lord. I bring you dire news."

"As I have heard. Tell me, was it just your who saw it, or was anyone else there?"

"Yes, a spider-jockey named Gru-Siam was there. He helped me get away."

"Do you know if he lives or not?"

"I am unsure. I ran before I could find out."

He nodded, then looked at Lermore, "Do you think your kind can help us in any way to see if the Jockey is still alive?"

Lermore nodded, then turned toward his cave, and gestured his head. Ratha spotted a enderman standing near the entrance, a young... attractive male enderman. To her surprise and slight horror, he decided to teleport right next to her. He was a little over three blocks tall and had a well built torso and arms. His arms seemed slightly shorter than Lermore's were, but much thicker. Even though his legs were nicely-built too, they seemed a tad bit long. His eyes shone a deep purple, as were his End-Stars that drifted around him. Around his neck hung a enderpearl on a silver string. At first she wondered why he'd have his exposed, but then realized it might not be his. It could be anything from a family heirloom to a prize taken off someone.

"This is Saullu, my nephew. He will gladly go and find the Jockey for you." said Lermore, and Saullu nodded, and looked at her, slightly smiling. Ratha couldn't help but smile back.

Saullu's POV

"The Eastern tribe while forever appreciate this, Saullu," said the Creeper-Lord Ildago, Saulu believed. He nodded respectfully, and looked at the small female creeper at his side. She was slimmer and her body was straighter, unlike most who hunched over. She had deep black eyes like obsidian but with a drop on red in them, and her legs were short than most. She didn't have the normal frown on her face, it was in-between a smile and straight-face. He had to wonder had he met this creeper before, because she was vaguely familiar.

Saullu smiled at her out of politeness, and she smiled back, but he noticed below her eyes on her cheeks were turning brown. Was she...blushing? Saullu quickly looked away. Awkward...

"Saullu, would you mind taking Ratha back to my cave? No teleporting though. I need to talk to Ildago privately."

"I wouldn't mind at all," said Saullu in young husky voice, and he caught a glimpse of Ratha. She seemed to be slightly amazed, but the color on her cheeks was still there. Saullu turned so he was facing her, and they made eye contact for a brief moment. Great Notch, she was...rather attractive. "Ma'am Mosul?" he said, gesturing his arms back to the cave. She smiled more, showing a little bit of her bright white fangs and started walking towards it. Score one for Saullu.

As they walked, a few other creepers bothered to glance at the two. The few who did didn't even see it as something. They must have thought it was Lermore. The ones who did pay attention stared for quiet a while as they made their way to the cave. Ratha stepped in, but Saullu didn't follow, considering he had to go find someone.

"So, what is the name of this Jockey?" he asked, and she turned to look as him.

"Gru-Siam. You'll find him if you know what fermented apples smell like," she said. Her voice sounded soothing, like rushing water. That almost made Saullu shiver though, since one of his biggest fears was water. Lucky, Ratha didn't seem to notice. As she made her way back towards the medical area, Saullu realized he was just starting at her, his eyes following every movement like a wolf carefully watching it's prey. He shook his head, then decided it was best to teleport away and look for the stupid spider-jockey.

Ratha's POV

When Ratha turned, she saw the enderman was gone. She felt a little sadness creep down her, and shook it of. OK, OK, she had to admit Saullu was attractive, including his voice, but nothing could really happened between them since they were two different kinds.

She heard a rustle from the front of the cave, and turned to she Darrem coming in. Inside her growled like an angry animal, and her eyes seemed to get darker. Darrem smiled politely at her.

"Hi Ratha, I want to come and see y-"

"See me? Please, you're just her to try to woo me. Get out, I'm not listening."

"Why in the world would I be her to woo you? You looked really bad yesterday when you came back. I just wanted to see if you were OK..."

"Well I am, ssssssso get the NETHER out!" She felt the chemicals in her pouch begin to mix, and a slight hiss escaped her lip. Darrem got a shocked look, then spat at her.

"Very well, Ratha, I sssshall leave. And don't think I didn't noticccccce how you acted towardsssss that enderman."

"And? What of it? Mussssst you always run my life?

"No, but I musssst protect you from ussssers..." With that, he slithered out, leaving a very irritated but slightly shock Ratha behind. The chemical pouch calmed, and she sigh. This is going to be on heck of a night.

Unknown POV

Eyes open, he jolted up. Something was wrong, and all the way down here in his world, he could feel it. A snarl escaped his lips, and he teleported to the surface. He landed in the jungle, is eyes scanning the place. A enderman wasn't to far off, he was near what seemed to be an injured spider-jockey. But something else was lurking, something he couldn't register. It was almost zombie-like, but the life-force was stronger, more alive. Poof Off again, standing in a tree high above the thing. It looked like a zombie, but it's skin...

He let out a surprise gasp, then a growl arose in his throat. Second's later, he had taken the form of an ocelot, and creeped down the brush and trees. He got close enough to see what it was. The thing looked just like him, but it's eye, they were real. His body began to shake in rage, and he teleported again so he was on the things house. With a quick movement, he caught the roof on fire and jumped to a different tree, turning back to his normal display . The thing yelled in horror, and was putting out the flames in seconds.

"Nocth..." he growled, then let out a scream. This was his world! His! His brother was dead long ago! He had fought for it, almost die for it, and now, his brother had returned in a new form.

He would not live again, and Herobrine would make sure of it...