Chapter 9

Hey guys, sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been very busy as of lately, but I managed to get it done and here you are. Hope the wait wasn't too long! :) Please R&R, and most certainly...Enjoy.


The first thing the mob saw when he opened his emerald-green eyes were the glowing white ones of his master, looking down at him with slight curiosity. The mob got up and stretched himself, his hands almost touching the ceiling, before addressing his master.

".gnibrutsid dnif thgim uoy noitamrofni derehtag evah I ,drol yM" The mob hissed softly, drawing closer to his master, who was sitting near the bed and gazed silently at the man lying on it. He then looked at the Endermen.

"I will permit you to speak normally, as I am tired from exorcizing my power for quite some time. It will drain a small portion of my remaining energy, but don't worry. Now, what did he say?" The powerful being waved his hand in the air for a brief amount of time, before placing his hand on his head as he looked at the mob, the following silence giving the mob permission to speak. Yet the mob was hesitant, as his masters glowing eyes had dimmed for a split second.

"Humans...bad..." The mob hissed, obviously not used to speaking the tongue of the humans and visibly not liking it too much. His green eyes narrowed, hoping it would show his discomfort with using the detested human tongue a lot of the mobs hated.

"Which ones? All of them or a certain amount of them?" The powerful being questioned. He seemed tired and maybe impatient, as the man had taken his bed for a while now.

"Kings...bad...others...not aware..." The room was silent for a little while, both beings turned their attention towards the man on the bed. He was sleeping soundly, the tears having dried up. The Endermen still felt a little something inside him, like a small tinge of some sort, when he thought of the man's nightmare. The way he tormented himself with his brother's death, over and over and over again as he wouldn't let go and made himself regret.

"So the Kings are bad." The Endermen nodded, not taking his eyes off the miner. "And the citizens, or the other residents, are not aware." The Endermen nodded again. The immortal then pointed to the miner. "But how did he know? How did the miner become aware?" The Endermen's head turned towards the being, his eyes narrowed.

"Steve..." He hissed.

"Alright then. How did Steve become aware?" The immortal corrected himself, seeing that the mob was offended. He swore that as soon as he said that, the Endermen's eyes softened to a point that he thought he could see pity in the mobs eyes. The powerful being wondered what could have caused such a change in the Endermen.

"Friend...and...brother...very frail..." The mob swore that he saw the being tense up a little, his gaze tore itself from the miner to the mob, his face had confusion and suspicion written all over it. His eyes narrowed and his brows came together.

"What was his name?" The mob was now the one to be confused. He heard the miner mention it, maybe a few times, but what was it? He could see his master start to lose his patience, his foot tapping on the ground in a soft and even rhythm.

"Cas...Castiel...Casreh..." The Endermen went through a bunch of names, trying to find the right one by elimination. He kept trying, despite having the powerful immortal losing his patience beside him. He kept trying, knowing he was going to have it eventually. However, seeing that he wasn't going far with his elimination process, he stopped and thought back to his conversation with Steve. His thoughts were quickly cut short as he was drawn back to reality by the sound of his master's voice.

"Could it have been Casroth?" Stunned, the mob nodded. Before he could ask how he knew, the being held up his hand, then stayed silent for a while, seeming to be in deep thought. It didn't last long however, as he turned back to the mob. "Did the mi- I mean- Steve tell you anything about why the Kings are bad? Perhaps something they are planning they don't want the population to know? What could they want?" The mob nodded, drawing closer to the bed.

"Glory...for killing...someone..." The Endermen hissed, his eyes growing soft as his gaze landed on the miner. He watched for a second as the miner drew a breath, then exhaled it. When he turned his head to look at his master, he knew he had lost him, his blank expression told him everything. "Resurrect only...to...unleash...onto their kingdoms...and kill...knowing it would...make them heroes...to those who...survive..."

"And the citizens don't know what's coming." He chuckled to himself, his gaze shifting slightly to the miner, who heaved a long sigh. "What about his brother? How did he know?" The mob heaved his shoulders. 'That's helpful.' He thought bitterly. "Alright, then tell me. Who are they after?" The mob drew a deep breath. Suspension started to build up in the air the longer the mob refrained from speaking. Finally, he let his breath out.

"Not Notch...can't resurrect...if not dead...he would never...attack...his own...creations...the pitiful humans..." The mob sighed, a tension started building up in his chest. The immortal didn't say anything, as the mob was not done. "Only one...left..." He met his masters white gaze and he knew his master had caught wind of what he meant.

"So you mean to say that the kings plan on resurrecting one person, unleash him upon their own kingdoms, only to kill him again and get the glory they want from the people that will survive this dreadful experience?" The powerful man looked upon the mob, his glare intensifying as he suspected who the kings were after. But he wasn't sure and wanted conformation. "And did Steve tell you who this person would be?" The mob nodded. "Then spit it out. I'm growing weary." The mob took in a gulp of air. The miner didn't exactly tell him. Casroth did, when he lay dying in his brother's arms. He said specifically 'Ste-Steve...The Kings...the-they want to-to resurrect-Hero-'. The mob looked at the being in front of him, building up his courage. The only person he could think of that had a very similar name was...

"You..." He whispered.


The king, dressed in his silk robes, sat on the throne located in the middle of the room, silently reading a large book that rested across his lap. A crown made of glass sat undisturbed on his combed head, reflecting everything around. A tremor shook the castle, disturbing both the king and the framed pictures on the stone walls of the grand castle that belonged to the Third Order Royalty. The glass scepter, once leaning on the arm of the high chair, had fallen to the ground with a small clank.

"What the hell was that? Grace!" The king shouted, looking up from the large tome on his lap. His servant came running and he handed her the book. "Grace, on your way out would you mind gathering the team that assisted in the Casroth Incident for me?" She nodded and scurried away. He could hear her footsteps as she went to find the vast library and put the book back where it belonged. He leaned against the back of the chair, gently rubbing his temples as he closed his eyes. "Solana?" He called softly.

"Yes, My Lord?" A small voice asked. The king opened his eyes, finding the source of the small voice to be a man, standing next to the throne with a small notepad and pencil in his hands. He seemed new, as did many of the men in the kings castle since the previous had been disposed of rather recently, if not about a year ago.

"You are not Solana." The king said bluntly, his eyebrows coming together in a frown.

"Solana is not here, My Lord." The man said.

"I'm guessing your here to replace her in her absence, correct?" The man nodded, his answer satisfying the king. "Alright then, can you give me a hypothesis on what may have cause the earthquake we have just felt? I am not an expert, but I do not recall our land being plagued by any earthquakes in the last hundred years or so." The king looked at the man, expecting a reasonable from him.

"Well, without a doubt we can cross out the tectonic plates. We are too far from them to be able to felt an earthquake like we just did. If you will allow me to say, my Lord, I believe the source of this earthquake may have something to do with your...plan." The man lifted his head from his notepad, looking at the king with dark blue eyes.

"What are you suggesting?"

"I am suggesting that, my Lord, the being you are planning to resurrect has already been...resurrected. Maybe by someone else." He stated carefully, glancing at the king to make sure he didn't say anything to make his king mad.

"Or maybe he was never truly dead to begin with." The king snorted, realizing how their plan might be slowly crumbling to pieces before their very eyes. "Damn it! Damn that fool Casroth!" The man looked down at his notepad and scribbled a few notes before turning his attention to the king once again.

A knock on the door interrupted his Highness, and he gazed up tiredly, motioning that he was not to be disturbed. The man next to him, looked at the king for a few moments and caught the look in his eyes, moving to the large set of double doors. The doors were carved out of iron and laced with gold, making a highly valued display, even with the mines running rich in ores.

The door opened slightly, revealing two men in identical but different coloured clothes. They both wore thick clothing, presumably to hide any weapons and serve as protection from most blades and weapons. They both had hoods on their heads, pulled low enough to completely hide their face, but not low enough to hide their eyes. As soon as he realized who the two men were, the king raised himself from his throne.

"Let them in, my boy." His voice echoed off the walls, breaking the silence that had previously taken place. The man looked at his king in question, but stepped aside once he noticed the king had arisen himself from his throne. Nervously, he stepped aside and the two men stalked in, their footfalls fell silent as soon as their feet met the red velvet carpet installed not too far away from the door's entrance. Once they reached his Highness, they both bent down on one knee and bowed.

"Speak." The king ordered.

"My lord, we have scouted the surrounding areas as ordered and discovered one of our many campsites deserted. However, it wasn't what it seemed. After some digging around, we discovered that it wasn't deserted. However, everyone stationed there were wiped out." The first man spoke, his voice somewhat hidden by the depth of his hood. Now that both of them were closer to him, the king noticed that the second figure was a girl.

"Any clue what might of done it?" He asked. "I recall hearing something of the sort from the villagers a little while ago." The two nodded.

"Precisely. The man the villagers found at the gates claimed to have seen a green eyed fiend. One who was tall like the Endermen, yet could talk. He claimed it wiped out the camp with some sort of...black fog." The girl stated. Her voice was devoid of emotion, only showing fear when mentioning the black fog.

"And what happened to him? Do you know?"

"He died, My Lord, shortly after this...Ender-beast ransacked about half the town before he up and left." The man said, raising his head to meet the kings eyes. The king turned around and headed towards his throne, taking his glass scepter from the floor and looking at it fondly before placing back against the throne.

"That's unfortunate. What did this - Ender-beast, as you call it - say?" The two looked at each other, then back at the king, their eyes narrowed slightly. The man stood up and reached into his belt, pulling out a rolled up piece of paper tied with a red ribbon. He took it and neatly untied the ribbon, scanning the page while the two simply stared at him. He raised his head, catching their attention.

"Well, you both know what this means do you not?" The two nodded. "Looks like my assassins might have died, so their job is considered unfinished. I leave the rest up to you two. Bring me this man's head - the one you call Steve, I believe - and you will be rewarded handsomely." The two smirked at each other, already starting to shift in their bowing stance. The king smiled at their impatience to get on the job.

"Yes, your Highness. Those miserable assassins you sent after him didn't know what they were up against. They forgot that this man was...special. We will not disappoint you like they did."

"Good. Now get going, I do not want to keep wasting your daylight hours. Come back as soon as you can." He said, his voice becoming more commanding as he tried to hide the excitement that was starting to course through his veins. The two raised themselves, bowed one last time and left silently. The thought of another possibility that might make the plan work was forming in his head, making him impatient for the two of the - assassins, from the looks of them - to be out or earshot and eyesight. He now wanted to be alone to think his new idea through and reformulate the plan.

"I am going to bring you down, Herobrine." He thought to himself, smirking as he paced the length in front of his grand throne."One way or another, I will bring you down, just like you did to the others all those years ago. I'll make sure you never wake up again, just like I did to your brother when he first showed up."

The king forgot however, that someone else was in the room with him, as the man with the notepad and pencil in his hands scribbled down a few notes, then snuck out of the throne room as the king kept himself distracted enough to never notice the man's small footfalls as he crept down the hall.