A/N: Hey guys, next chapter finally here, I'm having a bit of a writer's block to this one, but I hope it comes out good. And also thank you guys from PMC for all the encouragement, which made me be here, typing another chapter of The Legend…. Also fic name may or may not change, just because The Legend is a very broad name that could apply to anything. I feel like making the beginning a bit creepy pasta like, so go to YouTube, and play any song from myuuu to read the first paragraphs XD.
As the cyan shirted human stared into the bright beam of light coming of his best friend's arm, his vision went blank. He saw nothing but darkness. He saw a face. It wasn't an enderman, or a human. It had a twisted grin on its face, and a bright red aura surrounded it. In a flash of light it disappeared. Then it reappeared, but this time it didn't have a grin. It had a dark smile, with sharp teeth, with precious dark red life liquid flowing off each of them. The miner has had many visions before, by looking into the endstone dust of course. He had left all of his precious endstone, and its powerful dust back at home. He has never experienced a vision like that, for it was so real. He could almost smell rotting corpse and blood. It wasn't a zombie It spoke: "He is coming, He is coming, He is coming, He is coming, He is coming, Steve!" The miner was frightened. The ungodly being knew his name! How could this be? The darkness faded. "Steve, are you ok? Get up! Steve! Steve!" "Where am I?" "In my house, you fainted, thank Notch you're ok!" The Miner explained Neto everything. Neto's eyes shrank, as if there was a creeper right next to him. "Do you think there is anything to do with the enderman's arm? Maybe the magic is affecting you." Said the apprentice healer. Steve shrugged. The two man went back to check on the teleporting healing potion did very little to help, but maybe even nothing at all. Steve's rage began rising, as if it was a pressure cooker ready to explode "CAN'T YOU HUMANS DO ANYTHING? ALL YOU CARE ABOUT ARE EMERALDS, YOU ARE THE MOST CAPITALIST FORM OF LIFE IN MINECRAFTIA! I AM SO ASHAMED TO BE PART OF YOUR NOTCH DAMN RACE!" Steve stopped himself, and for some strange reason, his words made his guilt slash him subconsciously. "I'm sorry, I know you are doing the best you can." "I know a place where I could take you" answered the Healer shrewdly. "There is a grand wizard 100 miles from here. He is probably the last of us magic users on this side of the world. For some reason, he hid himself in in the deepest cave, on a four layer obsidian prison." Affirmed Neto sternly. "Let's go" As two man on rid their horses they began seeing something disturbing. Steve had saw it before, getting to the village, but this was worse. Enderman were scattered everywhere just lying on the floor, but these were not alive. These had some golden substance coming out of wounds in their chests. That wasn't enderblood. Enderblood is a dark purple liquid that has very low viscosity. Unlike human blood. Enderblood had a sickly smell to it, it smelled like chemicals, and dead corpses stirred together in a sick smoothie. Steve got out his backpack, pulled out a glass jar, and collected most of the golden substance as possible. The two man arrived at the obsidian jail. They tried calling the wizard, but there was no answer. Neto liked to feel useful. Even though Steve seemed to hate others of his kind, maybe he could change that. Deep on the inside he felt he was just a pawn, in the miner's intricate chess game. The Healer reached deep into his bag, and pulled out a shiny cyan diamond pickaxe, and it was no ordinary diamond pickaxe, it had archaic writings, carved all over it, and it had a bright blue aura floating around it. He handed it to Steve. Steve wasn't impressed about the pickaxe, he was ungrateful at first, but then he realized how nice of a gift that was, and he thanked Neto many times. As steve began to strike the dark ragged stone, he realized something. He heard a hiss, than a loud "boom". He saw nothing. He slowly opened his eyes, and found himself laying on the hard stone floor. He tried getting up, but he couldn't. His whole body seemed to ache. He reached for the pickaxe, only to find it stuck into Neto's heart. Neto looked up. A red river of coppery tasting blood flowed from his lower lip, and a lake of the same liquid from his chest. He spoke "Leave…. Me….. Here…. Go back to…. ca….amp…. and take ca..re of Harr…old. He saw darkness. Steve felt Neto's pulse. Neto was dead. Steve shouldn't have felt this, but the same feeling of guilt he had experienced only minutes ago came back, and much stronger this time. He climbed the walls of the cave, and he felt good, as the warm afternoon sun shone upon his face. As Steve reached the small tent he and Neto had made, he was happy to encounter Harrold. He still lay motionless. At least the frienderman was breathing. Sorry for the 4th short chapter I wrote xD, but I hope you enjoyed it :D, Dont forget to review :D