A/N Hi, it's SoulErrorArwitch! I'm sorry for not updating this story, I really am! I lost my muse..*frowns* But I caught it again! *smiles* I made some changes, so if I advise you look back at the last chapter. It really isn't that much...Though it makes Hero seem like less of an idiot.

I have two people I really want to thank in this chapter. First I want to thank LarkSweetsong! Their story is amazing, and I want to thank them for letting me use a character from their story, Secrets of the Past, in the disclaimer! Check out the story! The next person I want to thank is FlufferNutter Sandwich. They sent me a challenge to write an OC that was basically a hippie in Minecraft terms. I accepted, and because of this the story is moving along again. Well, here's the disclaimer!

SoulErrorArwitch-This is Eulalia, nicknamed Lalia or Lia. She's one of LarkSweetsong's characters. She's a queen, which means she has a lot more responsibility that I do. Personally, I'm not jealous! Anyhow, Lalia, would you mind starting the disclaimer for me?

Lalia-*nods* SoulErrorArwitch doesn't own Minecraft, no matter how much they wish they did. That good?

SoulErrorArwitch-*does two thumbs up* Good luck on whatever LarkSweetsong is planning on doing to you!

Lalia-Thank you. *goes through portal back to her kingdom's dimension*

SoulErrorArwitch-Whelp, that was was surprisingly easy. Too bad she's a main character...Now on with the story!

Chapter 8:

A New Player Is Introduced Into The Game

Third Person's PoV:

So far, her life was a tragedy, though she tried not to think of it that way. Her best friend her had told her to think positively, something that she was incredibly grateful for. But when she opened her eyes that one fateful morning, she felt empty inside.

After she got breakfast-it was a simple breakfast bar, a new low-she found herself once again playing Minecraft. Though the other actions she had done that morning were almost robotic in a way, she felt excited at the prospect of playing that amazing video game.

Her playing style wasn't average at all. In fact, when she had tried playing on servers awhile back, other players had made fun of her for it.

It was a weak spot of hers, her love for animals. She had loved them since she was little. Her dad had shown her the wonders of nature before he had been caught in the lab accident, and every since then she had sworn to be kind to animals. So in Minecraft, she only killed the animals she had in the large pens she had.

She wasn't cruel to the ones she killed either. She made sure that their pens were as good as the forests and other biomes that they had come from. They might have been even better.

And when she chopped down trees, she would destroy all of the leaves and plant the saplings that she had found. It was tedious, and often boring, but it went against her moral codes if she didn't do so.

Though she had strange habits in the game, she loved it. When she played Minecraft, all of her worries seemed to disappear. The loneliness was gone in an instant. Same thing with the guilt of what had happened more than a year before in that old pickup truck.

As she was replanting a row of wheat seeds that had been destroyed in a creeper explosion, she suddenly noticed her health going down extremely fast. She spun around, and in the moment before respawning, she saw a flash of black.

The game must have glitched. She thought to herself. But the game doesn't usually glitch like that...Hm...Soon, the event slipped through her mind as she had a successful mining trip. She found a diamonds, something that made her ecstatic.

But then she found the strange room. The blocks it was made out of was something new to her-The blocks were white and black in a ying-yang pattern. And in the center of the room was looked to be an altar. To add to her surprise, she saw text appear at the bottom of the screen. "I can be stolen or given away and you will live, yet you cannot live without me. What am I?"

It took her a second to realize that it was a riddle. Though she knew it was strange for Minecraft to being doing something like this, it was an instinct of hers to want to solve riddles. "Your heart." She typed back.

Another riddle appeared. "My origins is the flame, and the minute my fire goes out, I am reborn once again. What am I?"

Her fingers hesitated a minute. It was an easy one, one that she had figured out when her best friend had asked her it years ago. Memories of that night came rushing into her head, and she managed to somehow push them away like she had many times before.

"The phoenix." She answered, remembering how he had thought that he was so clever for coming up with it. Phoenix was her name, after all.

She was oblivious then to not have realized that he had liked her. That maybe they could have been more than childhood friends. But the past was the past, and she knew that you couldn't turn back the clock.

The game-screen suddenly went black. She tried to exit out, but it stayed open. Then the nausea hit, and she felt herself going unconscious.

As her world went as black as the computer screen, she heard a soft female voice whisper into her ear. "Watch for the white-eyed one, little fire bird."