O, aperently last chapter i acedently called Cynthia beatrice when she was with seth, apologies for that, im sure no one noticed though as no one reviewed abotu it, but i had to say something becuase iw as sorley disapointed in myself for not catching it... wellp i hope you enjoy this chapter!

~Beatrice~

At first, it looked like things weren't too bad, just a few mobs and guards fist fighting for the most part, but no potions powers or weapons were being used. She grinned and said "From what death bringer was saying earlier, it sounded a lot worse." Speaking of death bringer, during the brief meeting between Beatrice and the four council members that were there, he went off to help Yahiko, Kuro, and Boo to help them hold off the 'worst' of the attack. Not even an attack really, there weren't any people fighting to kill, not yet any way.

Swift had a grim look on his face when he turned to Beatrice as they were running and said "Things were much worse than what death bringer said, if we don't hurry someone might kill one of our own, and the back lash of revenge will tear this place apart, everyone has a friend here in this place and eventually, that would tear the place apart if they all fought to avenge a friend, or they fought to avenge their captain's friend."

Beatrice's eyes turned turquoise as she turned away trying to hide it, it was a miracle that they hadn't noticed after all these slipups over the years she has made with them, obviously they don't pay nearly enough attention. "That definitely doesn't sound good."

Swift grinned and said "How delicately put bee."

"Please don't call me that."

"Why? It's just a little compliment with a sting isn't it?"

"You are really annoying."

"Not as annoying as bees though."

"I hope you're allergic."

He just laughed, and true to his name sped off faster than Beatrice and any of the others could keep up.

Beatrice gritted her teeth as she watched him run at a speed that, in the real world would have shamed the greatest of sprinters. "Damn horse whisperer." Swift took up a horse as his power, using the speed and strength to his advantage, wielding a hammer like it was a balloon.

She ran through the corridors between guards challengers and resident mobs that were either wresting with their bare hands, lobbing fireballs, or in a hesitant clash of weapons. There was no way they would make it to Forge first at this point, a strong, or particularly clever mob will break through the ranks, have a nice hand shake with Forge, and the fighting would stop before it got to intense. In theory any ways.

~June~

She watched, amazed actually as the guards fighting off the mobs, and challengers, while all of them failed to notice an absence in the cell that June knew was going to happen as soon as the heard the chains snap. Tanya obviously noticed too, but was too busy laughing at the complete obliviousness of the guards.

It was, apparently an intense fight by the sounds of it. Earlier, it was just yelling at the guards to let them in, then someone pushed someone, someone shoved someone else, and then punches, and it kept on escalating from there, all the way to high explosives being used thought out the hall way.

"Is all of this really just to protect Forge, they don't even know him."

Tanya's voiced sounded from the other end of the cell "No, its to protect the weaker ones form him, in a situation like this its likely the strongest one will get to him, but with out something to filter out the weaker ones they could be completely vaporized if a challenger with too much power tries to form a contract with them." She sighed and continued with "It's pretty sad that it actually happens pretty often, challengers often look more to the weaker ones to protect them, and end up making them spiral deeper into corruption."

"I thought we were supposed to hate each other cat."

"Oh, well one should respect others as skilled as them selves, even if we are enemies in the food chain that is life."

"You are weird."

June could here the smile on Tanya's voice as she said "I pride myself on weird."

June leaned against the rather uncomfortable stone wall, and listened to a new group arriving, and heard a familiar voice say "This place is going to hell, let's get the challenger and June and get the fuck out!" June smiled at the familiar voice; Kuro was always the instigator when it came to these kinds of things, even if Yahiko was the 'official' leader.

June relaxed, but only a bit, she still didn't have her weapons, the guards 'confiscated' them, but her friends were going to get her out. No dying and becoming even more corrupted than any of us, me Kuro Boo and Yahiko, and becoming a faceless monster that humans fought against for survival on a daily basis.

June could hear Tanya sigh in the corner "Too bad, I guess I get to die yet again, sometimes I wish that I could just spectator instead of coming back over Andover again like an avatar in some ridicules game."

June started with "Look, I can get them to let you go-" she was interrupted by an explosion, and the malfunction of the red stone network shutoff all the torch lights, turning on only red stone torches instead, of course June couldn't see that, but now no one else could see either.

"What, the fuck was that?" muttered one of the guards, as the fighting sputtered to a screeching halt.

The mobs seemed a lot less keen to fight to get to Forge now that something had seriously messed up. June listened intently, straining to hear anything to for the ordinary.

"Come on you two" whispered Yahiko to Boo and Kuro, "We don't have all of eternity to sit and wait to find out what's going on, let's get June and get to the surface, we will figure out everything there."

No one made a move to stop the trio as they pulled a lever, and opened the steel doors. Yahiko, not bothering to ask why there was a hole in the wall and Forge not in the cell , cut June's chain on her ankle to where only one link was left, that and the metal cuff around her ankle.

Kuro peeked her head into the cell, and noticing a certain absence immediately asked "Where's that challenger?"

Many of the mobs, hearing this felt really embarrassed that they just attacked the guards just to find out that in fact, he disappeared on them a while ago.

The hole in question was only one block tall and wide, obviously Forge crawled through the smallish opening and kept breaking blocks as he went, but instead of a straight path it turned at the obsidian, and continued to the left.

Boo was about to ask if they should follow him when a certain sound rang through the hall ways. It was a series of note blocks stuffed inside the walls, being triggered by red stone. This particular sequence meant only one thing.

Yahiko gripped his reverse katana and said to the others around him. "Prepare for battle, I don't care who was fighting who just now, we are under attack from an outside force, and being as disorganized as we were only minutes ago, you can be assured that whatever enemy is here is already inside."

Most were muttering to themselves, debating if it was true, but everyone in the trading post new and respected Yahiko as a leader. With a general confirmation of him being the filed commander for this particular group, he quickly decided that the area they were in now, the lowest area, really should be the base of operations, and from here send scouting parties of two and gather up more people, set up defensive perimeters, red stone traps, rafter ambushes from assassins in the larger rooms, any thing to slow down the potentially enemy force invading their base.

Most people would think this is a gross over reaction, but over reacting in a place like Minecraftia, where everything and their dog generally wanted to kill you and take your stuff, was much better than under reacting, especially when someone was right about the attack.

~Jade~

She hid in the shadows of a cave as night fell not too long before, the Calvary force of the war band barreled past her, it would only take them an hour to reach the out post form here, at least if it was the one Jade thought of when they mentioned it only an hour before. She went deeper into the cave, it would take all night for the whole war band to go past the cave, and the Calvary alone would probably tear the outpost apart if it was trying to decide what to do with the challenger, especially if this war band wasn't a gross overreaction.

As she thought about the situation more and more, she realized that things would get very complicated very fast, she induced not too long ago that Tanya would have been sent after the challenger to kill him, and the mobs would be challenging both her and the strength of the outpost for his control. If the humans and the mobs that worked with them reacted in time and sealed off sections of the base and laid down firing positions to decimate whatever tried to advance, and one of them got word to the human kingdoms, they wouldn't take kindly to an outpost being attacked, even if the outpost wasn't under the rule of either mobs or humans, humans reacted especially violently when organized groups of mobs targeted human groups specifically, even if those groups harbored heretic challengers and the, at least in most humans opinion, soulless mobs who, despite their appearances, would kill them in a moments notice.

Jade grinned and muttered "Oh, this is going to be exciting…" she gripped her fans, ready for combat as she stared out the cave at the passing caravan. It held siege weaponry equipment like catapults. Jade suspected they wouldn't be of much use; most trading posts were under ground and had many hold out areas with many weeks of food. If things went the way Jade thought they would, there would most certainly be a war.

~Seth~

Seth was sitting under a tree, waiting for the day to end. Being an ender, he couldn't travel in daylight any more. It wouldn't kill him, but it made him freak out, like some supernatural phobia of the sun.

Seth didn't like sleeping during the day; he was still used to his more human schedule. However, Cynthia has been sleeping since dawn, right up against him and the tree.

"Man, I am really going to feel tired in a few das if this keeps up." He sighed and watched the sun set, and was contemplating if he should wake Beatrice up or not. On one hand, it felt pretty nice to just sit therewith her sleeping on him, but on the other, his newest side of him was pulling him strongly to the setting sun. The direction the challenger was.

He quickly checked over his blades, and they looked as new as when he first made them, clean and without a scratch, apparently whatever tool you used most as a human, or that you happened to have when you died, fixes on death and, after that though, you keep that weapon for life, if it breaks sucks to be you. Luckily his tools were diamond. He could repair it if he was human, but for some reason the translation from human to mob stole the knowledge of how to use crafting tables, anvils, and the like. You would have to pay humans to do it for you, that's why even in the most mob oriented civilizations across the flat world, there is always at least, at the LEAST one human to make things, even though mobs could gather them they wouldn't do any thing with them but store them in dungeons. And that only brought attention form raiders.

Finally, as the sun set he woke her in a way that, needless to say, would shock them. Can you guess what he did? You have to guess before you read on.

He slowly leaned to her face, brushing away the hair covering it, and lowering her hoodie, and as he got next to her face opened his mouth to say, in the loudest voice possible "ICE CREAM!"

Now, most people would think that, despite the loud scream, ice cream would just make people go meh this early in the morning, however in Minecraftia "Holy shit where?!" in a flurry of teleports that lasted about ten seconds before Seth nearly died of laughter, ended with a very, very irritated looking Cynthia glaring at him through deep purple eyes, that at this moment, looked like they could melt through stone. "I am going to murder you!"

Seth laughed, and teleported as fast and chaotically as he could in the general direction of the challenger as Cynthia chased after him.

~Forge~

He didn't realize just how painful punching a stone tunnel out in Minecraft could be. He swore he would never do it again, as he finally emerged many, many rooms away from those psychos, who were currently discussing the risks of letting Tanya out, but obviously that was a stupid plan right at the start as she would charge down the small ventilation shaft style tunnel he used to go into a hall way parallel to the jail cells, luckily it was abandoned at the moment as he stepped out.

Carful not to make any noise, not even a whimper from the extreme pain of the broken hands he carried limply at his sides, he quickly walked around, getting a good luck at the room in the dim light. It must have been someone's bed room, there was a bed in the corner, a double long chest, a work bench, furnace, a few paintings on the walls that Forge didn't recognize from the game, and what looked disturbingly like a piano.

IF it was a less tense situation, he may have appreciated the fact that someone actually invented a piano in this new Minecraft, and gotten ideas about other things that could be invented somehow, but this was an emergency situation, as far as he was concerned the world was out to kill hi, or bind him in a supernatural contract.

Hr quickly kicked the lid of the chest open, and found a disorganized mess of items scattered inside of it. Well, I guess that's what the inside of a chest would like any ways… He quickly scanned over a block of wood with a number 64 on it, a golden sword that must have been just for show, and quickly located a few loaves of bread. Those were gone in seconds. Like magic, his wounds began to heal. Not quite as fast as the Minecraft game would have you believe, probably about ten times slower. But at least they were healing.

He sighed in relief, and starter looking through the chests again as a small group sprinted past the door, luckily it was shut or they would have seen him all too easily and caught him again. He took another look in the chest, hoping for some iron ingots lose in there, or some diamonds, even a few pieces of cobble stone.

He sighed, and slowly turned to the dreaded golden sword. "Well, I get to have the absolute worst weapon ever… fuck." He lifted it up, and spotted a stack of snow and a single pumpkin. Ya, you all see where this is going don't you?

Normally, Forge was a pretty conservative player in Minecraft, despite his tendency to roam in the game; pumpkins were rare so the first patch he got was used entirely for seeds, especially if it was only one. But again, in this emergency situation, a snow golem may be able to help some. In this new Minecraftia, where mobs seemed to have a great deal of intelligence, and the fact that most looked human, this one would probably be able to help him a lot.

"IF this doesn't work," He whispered to himself quietly as the sound of a fight started somewhere in the underground trading post "I am going to fucking scream." He tapped the snow against the ground, and watched the number on the side of the cube he held drop by one, from 64 to 63, and the snow block there quickly grew to a square about three feet on each side. He heard some where that the blocks in Minecraft were supposed to be about a square meter each, but he still thought of them in terms of feet.

He quickly placed a second, then with the hand holding the pumpkin, gently set it on top, making a three block high snow man. Forge quickly stepped back and stared at it for a few seconds. Nothing happened.

He sighed and muttered "Maybe I did something wrong." He broke the middle snow block, grabbed the pumpkin out of the air and placed it on the single block high snow man, hoping for a different result. Nothing happened… again. He growled at the snow man, and felt a power surge through him. It only made him angrier. He reached with one hand to grab the pumpkin head off the snow man and figure something else out, but, as he touched it, he felt a shock like electricity, and a horrible weakness made him collapse. He watched, as the pumpkin shrank to a size that a regular head would be, and the snow seemed to grow upwards.

He definitely did something that time, but it didn't feel very good. There were probably very bad consequences for… whatever he just did, but he didn't know what they were yet. The snow soughed off the figure that appeared inside, it definitely wasn't a man, and was about a head shorter than forge. She wore what looked like a trench coat with tails that went almost all the way down to her feet, which were bare, it was so white that it would completely blend in with snow save for the black buttons on the front. On her back was a large black case that looked like it could hold a lot of stuff. She still had the pumpkin completely encasing her head though. She gave a shiver, and made some muffled noises as she held her hands out in front of her, stumbling and feeling around, one hand trying to find something to support her self on, the other trying to wrench the pumpkin off her head.

Forge watched, silently amused as she found a wall, and after feeling it very thoroughly for a few seconds, placed her other hand on the wall, and proceeded to smash her head against it, resulting in the pumpkin that was covering it. After wards though, she fell backwards, and the back case seemed like it was stopping her from getting back up, so Forge decided he could probably help.

She was still clearly dazed from being brought to life, and had no idea what was going on and shied away from forge just a bit, giving him an evil glare. Forge hesitated a second, but only to commit her face to his memory. She had piercing violet eyes, a color he had never seen before, and her hair was a startling white. Her skin was also very pale, but not a sickly pail, more like a princess. She had very fair features. Forge grinned slightly and reached down to help her up.

"Here, I'll pull you up, there is something bad going on right now, and I could use some assistance."

She relaxed slightly and reached out for his hand, and then she flinched, and sniffed the air. "Hold on a second-"As he grabbed her hand, a wind seemed to rush through the room, and suddenly snow was flying right into his eyes. He tried to let go of her hand and shield his eyes, but it was like he was glued. He quickly used his other hand to shield his face form, the now stinging snow. It lasted only a moment, but when he opened his eyes, he seemed to be in a castle, made completely from ice. He stared all around, and then noticed a golem, not a regular snow golem, but a golem made completely from ice, that seemed to have a womanly figure to it, with robes and a crown.

"Um, you can let go of my hand now." HE glanced down, and realized he was still holding the strange girls hand, but she wasn't on the ground any more like she was a minute ago.

"Right." Blushing slightly, he let her go and looked back to the literal ice queen. "And… you are?"

The sculpture didn't move. But the snow girl started saying something. "If that was on purpose, pairing me, then you are a complete moron."

He raised his eye brow at the white haired girl and said "Well I have only been in here for like, less than a week so I have no clue what is happening."

She sighed, and was about to continue berating the new guy, when something in the room spoke. "Ah, it has indeed been a while since a challenger has found their way to my door step, why don't you come in and make yourself comfortable, I'm sure that you will need something's explained, especially because of your rather unique situation."

Forge didn't hesitate; he walked right up the steps of ice, only barely slipping on the last one. The snow girl was a bit more hesitant despite this being her realm. She advanced slowly, giving the walls themselves dirty looks as she went past.

"Now, let me get a good look at you, I have to see the power ratio here." Forge looked around and still didn't see any one, and the Ice queen sculpture was unmoving. He heard a laugh that sounded like icicles tinkling against one another "Oh, that is just amazing, I have never seen a challenger do what you did, pairing with their own creation."

The snow girl spoke up a little "Well, it does give him a few things that most people wouldn't have."

"Hmm, that's right, perhaps I should explain." The walls reverberated with sound as it spoke, it sounded slightly feminine, but with an air that could be either male or female. "First off, if you don't know this, you split your own power in half when you used your strength, instead of powering her with Redstone to make a helpful minion, have instead created a partner that carriers half of your strength. You basically partnered with the only exact equal of you in existence, yourself." A slight pause, and then continuing with "This means a perfect union of power, a power that grows with each of you as a team, any trials you face, if you survive, both get the benefits from."

Forge was more than a bit confused "What benefits?"

"Oh come now, surely you have noticed your super human endurance and unnatural strength, the strength and endurance you gained in your first trail against the undead horde." Forge started and stared at the walls around him, how could they have seen him since he came here? "Oh yes, a leader must know all about the partner of their subordinate, now most snow challengers weren't as physically strong as you, I am sure that will influence your magical abilities, everything you do here does. Every action shapes your power and increases it, but what path will you take I wonder?"

"How exactly does it work? These trials?"

"Well young warrior, the trials you face increase physical skills, and shape your powers." Forge could almost here footsteps around the room as the voice continued. " The way it works is, the first trial you face increases whatever is required for it as it is happening, but like man gains near immunity to a germ over time, every trial there after only increases your strength or shapes your powers after it is done, and it has much less effect as time goes on…. However the more intense the trial, the greater the effect. Well, I am sure you want to be going, but before you do, two things must be said, one, since you pretty much made a contract with yourself, if you and your partner, both shake hands with a willing individual, you will get an actual partner, and be a member of two sects… that would indeed be interesting… Last thing before you go, your weapon of choice, based on your fighting style so far will be sent with you when you leave, and your magic will begin to take shape from this point forward based on your needs and choices you make, starting now."

This was unbelievable, amazing. He made to ask more questions, but the blinding snow attacked him again, and when eh opened his eyes he found himself back in the under ground room, but now that under ground rooms door had been blown away with a creeper explosion some time ago.

"Well, how about we test our new abilities on those guys who were trying to kill you?" said the snow golem with a grin, as she pulled off the black case, and took out a large quiver of arrows with the coolest cross bow he had ever seen. "This is my baby, it can rapid fire arrows, and shoot farther than any bow in Minecraftia," she grinned and left the black case on the ground as she stood up. "It takes a millennium to reload though."

Forge looked down at his own hands, and found they held between them, a pair of ice glaives, each about three feet in diameter, they were both attached to the chains on his wrists. The things that not minutes ago bound him, were now probably the most dangerous weapons he has ever held in his life, other than that shotgun he used to go hunting with.

The pair admired their won weapons, and each others for a few moments longer, but a group of mobs ran by, and doubled back when one spotted Forge and the snow girl.

They were dressed in a different color scheme than the guards. Forge only noticed it now, but the guards here had a uniform, and so did these guys, but they were different, clearly this was like a faction war in Minecraft.

"Who are these guys?" one of them asked. All of them seemed to be skeletons that wielded sword instead of bows, all of them were decked out in leather armor and sported iron swords instead of bows. "Well, they are human and therefore our enemy" another replied "We didn't bring any humans with us, and we were ordered to kill whatever was here and capture any challengers without partners, and I don't see any partner less challengers here."

Forge realized he may have made a big mistake "Oh shit." The group turned towards the pair, there must have been at least five of them just in this group. Forge, quickly threw his glaive, smashing through one of their skulls, and it kept going, digging itself into a block behind the now headless swordsman. He yanked it back, but an angle so that it would get on of the skeletons in the back as it came back. Bu they saw this coming, and ducked as it flew over them, and after that they rushed forward, while the snow girl aimed her cross bow, and unloaded.

They might have made it if she wasn't such a crack shot. "So," forge said, panting, that glaive was heavier than it looked. "I didn't catch your name; do you by chance have one?"

"Ariel, my name is Ariel." She looked to the bodies of the skeletons and shuddered, and started reloading her cross bow. It looked like it could hold ten bolts at once. "Cover me while I get this thing going again, I wasn't expecting to b dropped into the middle of a warzone to start my life out, and I am not happy right now."

Forge, instead of watching the door, sure that the dead bodies there would scare people off on their own, instead checked out his glaives. In the center they had a grip for swinging it at close quarters, and the chain was attached to a mechanism that was like a pulley, unwinding on the throw, and at the flick of a switch Forge could bring it back easily. It was relatively simple in concept but obviously this was going to be an unwieldy weapon at times, but maybe he could use them as a shield and shield combo later, every weapon had its down sides he supposed.

ohhhhhh whats agonna happen? O.o lol, well i did take into consideratin various epoples opinions on what he should be, and sorry if certain carachters arent being mentioned much but that is probably becuase at the moment, i find them uninteresting or they have nothing to do with the story at the moment, no meaning to be rude here but i can only include so many OC's at a time in my range of intrest when writing this stuff, so my apologies but be assured your person will play a greater part in the future, at least one chapter in this story will be dedicated to a person that isn't one of my OC's i have in here, i promise.