"Ow! What was that for?" Notch was holding His eye, having been punched in the face by Max (again).

"You didn't ask why Wither was found in Herobrine's room unconscious before trying to commit murder." She pushed past Him, and spread out on His desk, knocking down His papers that Max was sure were important.

"Hey!" He protested.

Max ignored Him, confidant He wouldn't hurt her. If He did, He would have to face some very large consequences.

"If you had, you would know He is back."

"What?" Notch was frozen. He had felt guilty that He strangled Wither, then He had been given a black eye to distract Him. Now the guilt rushed back at the thought that Herobrine might have seen Him do it. "What?"

"Do your creepy mind thing and you'll see."

Notch pushed a strand of His mind into her's. He watched unbelieving as His brother seemed to yell at Himself. Then He caught sight of His eyes. "That's not Him."

It is.

"All says it is. I believe It." Max said.

"But His eyes. God's eyes don't change, ever."

"I have no answer to that, but it's Him." Max stood up and walked over to Notch. "I think that you just don't want it to be Him. If it is, that would mean someone would tell Him about Wither. I can hear the shame and guilt pounding through your veins, don't lie to me. But I already punished you for that, so has Wither, so get over it. We need to figure out how and why He's back, and why His eye's have changed."

Notch deflated. "You're right. I-" Max held up her hand to silence Him.

I have a theory, Granddaughter.

"What is it, All?" Max only said this out loud so Notch wouldn't be confused.

Herobrine and Ender supposedly died at the same time, their Life Blood mixing. Herobrine Loved Ender. She killed Him, but She also liked Him, otherwise She would not have given Him the choice to join Her so long ago. They have a bond that, combined with us having no idea about Godly death, means that this situation is entirely possible.

"That tells us how it happened. But not what's happened." Max shook her head. "Let's sleep on it,. Even though it's never helped before, there's a first foe everything." She walked past Notch and into the hallway.

"Wait, you said Wither already-" Notch followed Max into the hallway. It was filled with colour changing sheep.

The following swears were so elaborate and fast, that no one could keep track of what He said.

Wither popped out from behind a sheep that was currently green. He was smiling so much it looked like His face had cracked in two.

The sheep all turned to look at Notch, their eyes purple.

"What the.." Wither muttered.

"For the love of All." Max scooped Wither up in her arms, then grabbed onto Notch.

They appeared on her Tree-House deck. She swayed and said. "Help yourself to the food." And fell to the ground.

"Max!" Wither got off her, she had fallen still holding Him.

"Shhh." Max put her finger on her mouth in the universal 'shh' gesture. "Nap time." She fell asleep. Not dead or unconscious, simply asleep.

It was Wither's turn to carry her. He picked her up and grunted. "Much heavier then she looks."

Notch shook His head. "Your muscles aren't fully developed. You are a newborn."

Wither shot Him a.. well, a withering look. "Why don't you block off the stairs. The sheep might learn how to climb."

Notch glared at Him, then sighed. "I'm... sorry." But Wither was already inside, placing Max gently into her enclosed bed.

Max's world was made of colour. Like Hearing, but with her eyes.

Max. A familiar voice called. Max turned around.

A woman stood before her. She had long blonde hair, and kind hazel eyes. She had skin like quartz, pale and without a blemish. She was wearing a green blouse, and bluish-grey pants.

"Hello, my dear Ακροατισ."

"What?" That was all Max could say "What?"

"I have turned the part of myself into the form of a Minecrafter. When I speak to you, the noise will form this image speaking. This form is not physical, but it will seem like it."

"Why?" Max managed to say.

"I am in your mind, Ακροατισ. Don't deny that you sometimes feel crazy talking to a voice in your head." She smiled kindly at Max. "I thought that this small comfort might help in some way for the days to come."

"What's coming?" Max felt helpless. If All, the universe, felt that she, the person who attacked* Gods without fear, needed comfort, lets just say things must be really bad.

All took a breath. "Ender is back."

Max ran out of her Tree-House. She spotted Wither on her dining table, and Notch blocking off the stairs.

"Max!" Wither rushed over. "Are you alright?"

"Yes." She replied. "Notch! Get over here"

Once he had complied, she spoke. "Ender is alive, so is Herobrine. Ender is inhabiting Herobrine's body. What you saw in His room, Wither, was Him protesting. If She had not been so confused, you would be fighting against us, or dead. She wants me to be Her new body so She can fully take Herobrine's power. Now, I need you to get in the house."

"No." Wither said.

"I second that." Notch agreed.

"Then you leave me no choice." Max grabbed Them by the arm, teleported Them into a room in her tree that she used for drying her mint leaves. she had never teleported someone without her going with them, and it almost killed her.

"I...am never doing that again." Max muttered to herself, then sat down abruptly. She knew that the Gods could easily escape from her tea room, but it would give Ender time to find her without harming Them. She looked at the ground, finding patterns in the wood.

"Akroatis."

"Took you long enough." Max raised her head to look at the God. Or was it Goddess? "Are you a God or a Goddess? Or even an It? Nope, I got it, you're a nothing."

"I see you haven't lost your sense of humor." Ender grinned with Herobrine's mouth.

"Humor? Me? Never." Max grunted as Ender picked her up and slung her over His (Her? Max was very confused.) shoulder. "Where we going? The afterlife? Maybe not. I've already gotten you free tickets there, but you so graciously declined, so it must be a horrible place."

"Shush. Much better. You can be really annoying when you want to be, did you know that?" Max nodded enthusiastically, digging her chin into Herobrine's back. "Ouch!" Max fell to the ground. She half ran, half stumbled towards her dining area, and reached under the table. She pulled out Kreaya and stood. The smile she gave Ender meant one thing, she wasn't going down without a fight.

"Really, child?" Ender sighed. She frowned when Max shoved Kreaya into Her stomach. "Stop." Max froze. "I have found a marvellous quirk being in Hero's body. It gives Me control of His creations. That includes you. So, to avoid any further trouble, Sleep." Max collapsed. She felt so tired, but she needed to stay awake. Maybe she could just rest her eyes.

"Goodnight, little Maxie." Ender said this in Ember's, Max's long dead mother, voice.

Max closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

*She attacked Ender when she was five, helped kill Ender at fourteen, and punched Notch twice.*

So many things have happened, and so manythings will happen.

ThatRandomMooshroom:

Max's house has to be amazing. I think she would refuse to live in it otherwise. :)

KKKstories:

So many mooshrooms! :D

Thank you, WizardOfEnder007 for following my story.

(Almost forgot, I only own Wither, Ender, All, and Max.)