I at up abruptly. "Ugh!" I was soaked to the bones. Looking around to see who it was, I noticed Stitcher holding an empty bucket of water. "W-what was that for?!"

Stitcher had a huge grin. "You were talking in your sleep. So... I did the liberty of waking you," she sounded amused.

I wiped away the water dripping into my face. "Great~" I sounded annoyed.

"Besides," I heard Monet speak up. "Gameknight want us up, getting ready."

I looked around the the camp to see that everyone was gathering their things. "A-alright," I slowly stood, looking around to see if anyone needed help. Farmer seemed to need some help. I made my way over to her. "Would you like some help?" I asked her.

"No, dear," she looked at me with a warm smile. "I do believe I can handle this myself."

I nodded. "If you need help, do not be afraid to asked me," I watched her nod back. Looking around, it seemed everyone was doing fine. I sighed as I packed my things as well.

It did not take too long for everyone to be ready to move on. Gameknight looked at the Nether Portal, then back across the group. He then instantly leapt into the portal, followed by the others. Soon, it was only left with Monet, Stitcher, and me. I stared at the portal with worry.

"Go on," Stitcher told me, but it seemed more like she demanded it in my opinion.

I looked back, trying to keep my anxiety under control. "I-I cannot go in..." I stuttered, fear obvious in my voice.

"Why not?" Stitcher did not look too pleased. She seemed to be trying to be very intimidating. Well, it kind of worked. "You scared or something?"

I had to think quick. If she found out I was told not to go into the Nether by Herobrine, I would have lost all their trust. That was when I got an idea. "I-I just do not work well in the heat," well, it was true. I never could deal with the hot levels of the mine, so finding diamonds were really difficult.

"I do not believe you," Stitcher said, giving me the stink eye.

"Beside," Monet spoke up, "you should be fine. I mean, Gameknight and the villagers go there, so that means you will be fine."

"Yeah," Stitcher agreed. "Now go. Monet said you would be fine, so get moving."

I looked at the portal. 'Forgive me,' I begged in my mind, hoping he could possibly hear it. I to the girls to see Stitcher gesturing to move forward. I looked back to the portal, gave a deep breath, and stepped into it. The girls followed not too long afterward.

( ? POV )

He could not believe what he had seen. She still had not gained their trust. What was she doing wrong? He watched as she was forced into the Nether Portal. She had no choice; well, she did, but he had told her to keep her abilities under control. Good thing he had told his generals to leave the users to him. He still looked irritated that he had to deal with her being in the Nether now. With that thought, he vanished.

( Gameknight999's POV )

Gameknight was the first to enter the Netherworld. He had been here once when Malacoda was taking crafters to get to the Source. Now he had to come back to get an ingredient for the villagers back home. He watch as Morgana was next to exit the portal. The two waited for the rest to come through. When he saw the user enter, he still felt the regret of letting her join him. He wanted her to stay out of this as much as possible. "Alright, Morgana," he turned to face the witch of the community, "where is the ingredient you need?"

"Netherwart," she told him.

Hunter reached the two to over hear her. "We came here for Netherwart?!" She did not seem too pleased knowing that was all they came here for. "Then why had you brought us to this specific portal? We could have just made one back in the village."

Morgana looked at Hunter. "Ah, but we would have probably had to find them. Here," she gestures to a huge, neatly done Netherwart farm, "we do not need to search for minutes to find them."

Gameknight looked at Craft, who had just joined them. "Then what are we waiting for?" Gameknight said, looking at the two. The two NPC, looked at him, but did not comment on how impatient he seemed.

Morgana nodded. "This way then," she lead them along a netherbrick path that seemed to have been made by someone and not naturally made. It almost looked like it was leading away from the Netherwart farm.

"Why are you leading us away from the far ?" Hunter seemed irritated.

"Would you rather take the hard way, or the easy way?" Morgana looked over her shoulder to look at Hunter.

Gameknight looked over to see there was a huge gap in the ground that lead to lava. There was no real platform there. Looking over the path, he could see the faint brick path winding around, but vanished in the haze. He could not see where the path lead from there.

Crafter was also examining their surroundings. "Why did you not make a bridge to the farm?" He seemed to be giving advise more than it was a question.

Morgana chuckled. "Where is the fun in that?" She mused. "Besides, that is what lazy users do. I like the winding path."

"Are you not effected by this heat?" Gameknight asked. He could feel the blazing heat hitting his skin.

Morgana shrugged. "It does not bother me as much as it would a normal NPC. I should not be effected by the heat if I am to need Netherwart. It would be silly if I was," she looks over the army of NPCs."But I guess thr heat effects some more than others." He could see the spark of worry in her eyes.

He looked back to see that the user looked as if she was ready to collapse. Why did she not tell anyone about this? "Continue leading the way," he told Morgana, she nodded. He turned away to head toward the back of the group. Along the way, he watched as the NPCs murmured amongst themselves.

"Come on," he could hear Stitcher's irritated tone as he approached them. "It is not that bad."

"Is there something wrong?" Gameknight looked over the three.

Monet looked at him with worry. "She said she could not deal with the heat. We did not believe her," she started to ramble anxiously.

"She is fine," Stitcher rolled her eyes.

"No she is not!" Monet argued. "She is breathing heavily and she can barely walk."

Gameknight looked between the girls then to the user. "Are you okay to continue?" He asked, his voice void of sympathy. Inside, he actually worried for her. He wanted to tell her to head back and wait for them.

"I..." she paused to catch her breath, "can try."

Gameknight nodded, not very convinced. "We are almost to the Netherwart," he informed.

"Why are we going the long way?" Monet asked with curiosity. "Is it not just over there?" She points to the farm that was now barely visible in the haze.

"Morgana said it is easier," he told his sister, then looked at all three. "Alright, if she gets worse, do not push her," he eyed Stitcher when he said that, she rolled her eyes. "Come and tell me if she cannot go any further." He watched the girls nod their heads.

"I will be fine, honest," the user spoke up.

Gameknight glared at her. "If you were fine, you would not be having those symptoms," he turned away. "I am heading back to the front of the group," with that, he left to catch up.

He reached them in no time since they were walking slow. It seemed they were half waiting for him to lead. He watched Morgana lead the group with Crafter and Hunter following behind her. "Did I miss anything?" He asked as he stood next to his close friends.

"Not unless it was you leaving to do who knows what, and letting Morgana lead. Other then that, no," Hunter mused.

Gameknight looked at Morgana. "How long more?"

"Should be just around this hill," Morgana said as the path started to wound around the hill, making it look like it was afraid to go over instead. The group followed her around the hill. It did not take too long to reach a straight path that lead straight to the farm. Morgana looked over her shoulder and smiled. "Here we are," she made her to the farm. It was a pretty big farm. About ten in length and two in width. A path ran between each row.

"This is impressive," Crafter commented, looking at the farm.

"Are they placed in rows like this so you do not need to step in the actual soul sand?" Gameknight asked. He was not much for cropping, but he knew the basic. Since Netherwart used soul sand for growth, that meant Morgana was smart enough to place them in double rows as to not actually walk in it.

"That is correct," Morgana said. "I just need a few of these and we can head out to get the next ingredient."

"In the meant time, we will wait for my sister and Monet to get here with that user," Hunter said. She did not like the idea of waiting in such a hot location. It was obvious in her posture.

"We will leave as soon as we get the Netherwart," Gameknight reassured his friend.

( ? POV )

As they waited, the three Generals set up their positions, ready to ambush the group of NPCs. "We will ambush them one-by-one," said one of the generals.

"Who will go first?" Said the second general.

"My army should," spoke the third general. The two other generals disagreed. They too wanted to be the first to ambush the group.

Tat was until Herobrine came into the scene, not looking too pleased as usual. "What are you fools arguing about?" He growled. "You all should be in position right now."

"We do not know who should be the first ambush," spoke the second general.

This made him even more annoyed. "You should be the one to ambush first, General Oinkers," the second pigmen, General Oinkers, did not look to pleased about his name; but he did not argue. General Oinkers just nodded agreement. At least he seemed glad to be the first ambush. "You," he points to the first pigmen, "will be the second to ambush; and you," he points to the third pigmen, "will be e last to ambush." He thought over the plan. "The first two ambushes should make the third one seem like it will never come." He looks at the generals. The seemed to be listening quite intently. This made him a bit pleased. "Once the two ambushes have attacked, I want the third to get into position and attack. Each will attack on signal." He looked over the generals again to see if they understood. The three nodded their approval. "Great, now get your army ready for the ambush. I will give the signal." With the plan set, Herobrine teleported away, to find a decent spot. It needed to be the spot where the generals could see, but not the NPCs.