Ty fell back against the pillows of his bed, picking up the lavender-bound book from where he'd hidden it. Maybe now he'd have a chance to read it, while Ember was gone to talk to Herobrine. He opened it to the beginning, determined to decipher as much of the cramped handwriting as he could.

REGERE SECULORUM

Y. 7513
It has been nearly five millennia since my brother ousted me from the Overworld. Since then, I have languished in the Nether, lord of the lowly pigmen when I should be worshipped by the humans. My infernal brother has only grown in strength. I, on the other hand, have been greatly weakened. There must be an explanation!

Y. 8297
Finally, after centuries of searching, I have found the Book of Prophecy, written by the All-Seeing Camarila. It tells of how my brother's powers and mine are directly tied to the worlds we control. It appears that my brother is the god of two planes, while I only rule one. It is unacceptable!
Camarila's book tells of a mythical fourth plane that exists only as a gigantic island in the Void. She refers to it only as the End, and describes it as a lawless land where strange creatures resembling the dragons of legend dwell. With only three planes in existence, I will never be able to equal my brother in power. I must find the End. I must discover the fourth plane. It is my only chance to ever reclaim the Overworld.

Y. 8786
I have done it. I have finally discovered the portal, and as I write this I am in transit to the End.
Continued:
I have been exploring the End for several days now. There are many dragons that abound this place, but they have soon learned to fear me. All except for one, that is. She is a particularly pugnacious beast known as Zariah, and her title in the dragon's language roughly translates to 'Queen.' I have tried to punish her into obeisance with no success, and she scorns my attempts to explain that I am a god and she is my subject. I am loathe to kill such a potentially powerful weapon, though.

Y. 8901
It has been over a century, and still Zariah remains obstinate that she alone is the ruler of this place. Her powers are greater than I ever anticipated. Perhaps she is what passes as this land's god, for I have felt no significant change in my strength since claiming my new dominion. There must be a way to break her thrall. I cannot accept that nearly a millennia of my time has gone to waste.

Y. 9236
I have, in the course of my studies, discovered that there is a method of forcing two souls into the same body. Perhaps I could force Zariah into a less powerful vesicle. The only problem would be finding someone weak yet with a strong enough will and spirit to restrain a dragoness. An ideal candidate would be a human child. I must begin to research this spell further, and investigate options for the host body.

Y. 9999
This spell will be effective, though certain modifications must be added to force Zariah's unwilling mind into the body of a human. Now I must find a candidate.

Y. 10067
I have found him. The boy's name is Alexander Marquee, and he is fifteen years old. He is known as a bully for his habits of inflicting pain on younger children. He is stubborn and strong-willed, but a coward around authority. I believe him to be an excellent candidate.
Continued:
Alexander's mind snapped after he successfully held in Zariah for three months. She managed to unravel the spell and escape, killing the boy in the process. Though I punished her, she injured me severely. I am at a lose as to why the damages caused by her claws and teeth only heal at the rate of normal humans if I do not use a potion.
The boy's soul must have been either too old or too weak to handle and adapt to Zariah's. I shall have to find someone younger with more courage.

Y. 10113
There is a girl, named Emma Adena Grey. She is only six, but will be an effective host, and hopefully restrain Zariah. I will at last be the god of the End, as I should be.

Ty didn't have to read more. He knew the rest of the story. But it made him sick.

Ember was wrong. Herobrine wasn't helping her get revenge, or even wanting her help. She was only a tool, a vesicle to hold an enemy that the god couldn't quite overpower. She was a box, a fragile box that he treated delicately, but really, nothing more than a box. However, she was also a box that held a weapon—she was also a weapon, and Herobrine would use her to destroy everything.

"Not good," he muttered. Not good at all.

There was a knock on his door, and Ty quickly shoved the book under his pillow and laid back like he was resting. "Come in."

Aradyn entered, bouncing up and down on her heels. "Jason wants to talk to you."

"Tell Jason that Ty is simply too nice to tell Jason that he is an inconsiderate jerk who deserves to be broiled alive with barbeque sauce, stewed with tomatoes, and served with mustard onto a bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwich," Ty snapped. "With salt in his eyes and pepper up his nose."

What the Nether, Eg?

I simply speak the truth.

Aradyn blinked. "Umm… what?"

"Jason hurt Ty's feelings, and he's been crying his eyes out all day. In addition to my previous suggestion, Jason also deserves to be trampled by a rhinoceros, made into jelly, and spread on toast with butter, to be eaten by Sky, who is also a jerk," Ty explained. "Alternatively, Jason could be carried over the ocean by a swallow, and dropped onto a desert island so hot that he boils to death in coconut milk."

Eguire…

He deserves it, the dragon thought angrily. He hurt your feelings.

But he's still my friend! Ty thought back.

No, you're still his friend.

He wants to talk to me.

He can talk to you while he boils in coconut milk.

You were serious? Eg, you've never even seen a coconut! And there aren't desert islands in the End! Or swallows! And a swallow could never carry a person!

Maybe if he gripped it by the husks…

People don't have husks! And it's a simple matter of size-weight ratios! A five-ounce bird cannot carry a—

Not Jason, the coconuts. The swallow could bring them here.

"Eguire, let Ty talk," Aradyn sighed.

"Fine." Ty gasped as the green haze lifted from his eyes.

"So will you talk to Jason? He asked for you."

"I…"

"Ty, please do it. He is literally bawling. I'm trying to calm him down, but…" She spread her hands.

He might regret it. Jason might just make Ty feel worse. But Ty had to say yes. "I'll come."

Did anyone get the Monty Python reference?

Also, I started a new side story, as some people already know (Yay!). Check it out if you want to! It's a present tense, first person deep POV, so... pretty much the polar opposite of this past tense, limited omniscient POV, but personally I think my writing's a bit sloppier in this story (I like how my new story is turning out :D). Please tell me if you notice any tense slips in either of them!

Also, in my long tradition of saying also too much, I need to remind you that there is also another awesome story that needs to be updated by the wonderful KKKstories! (No, her name is not what you just thought. It is, as she explains in her profile, a joke between her friends. I have no room to judge, since my nickname is, well, weird. And a long story.) It's called Seto's Rise, and is an awesome oneshot that MUST BE SEQUELLED. IF YOU READ THIS, FRIEND, SEQUEL THAT STORY FOR HAPPINESS! K, KK? (I stink at puns. Don't judge me.)

Read that, check out my other story if you want, and peace out!

SOTC: "Brave Sir Robin" from Monty Python and the Holy Grail.