Hello once more, my faithful readers!

Wai hello, Chapter 21. You're late.

Fashionably, of course, but still.

-FullMoonFlygon

Indeed, the second half of the Prophecy of Minecraftia has begun, and a rain of terror is now in full swing along the lands of the Overworld. And Nether and Aether, for that matter.

But here we are with the next part of an epic story, and I would like to catch up on some stuff.

No more Adventure Time thoughts because of long delays like this. I'm sorry, but it's my own necessity.

And of course, we are now over 100,00 words. That's always a nice attribute to a story. My goal is now 191,919 due to longer chapters and my lucky number being 19. Whoa, how did you guess?!

Also, I am announcing a side project. I always think of side projects and ditch the ideas, but no longer! I shall write an Assassin's Creed fan fiction along with this, because I have come to love that game as much as Minecraft and Call of Duty. It won't be as frequently updated, but yes.

Plus, I stress more than ever to check out my deviantART page. And just a heads-up to xoxlexixox (I honestly have no idea, but it's something like that) to give you a thank-you. I do not want to be cocky, because some of the greatest people of all time have gone rotten for this very reason. So no. Not me.

And finally, I would like to announce that I'm getting my school computer tomorrow, so expect super-fast updates. Like, faster than early July fast. Yeah, I'm serious.

And now, on to the review responses!

FullMoonFlygon: I'm glad that the story excites you that much. Also, I was totally sure that I bombed Khalida. But apparently not. :) And thank you for suggesting the break in the first place. It was nice.

Shayor: Indeed, kudos to FMF for all the cool stuff she's done before and now. So yus.

Night wl: Ask FMF. Remington is her character, after all. But yes, I do use it to say knight phrases deliberately for fun. :D And WHOA that's a lot of parenthesis all right.

Sea of Fire: Never admit that you jinxed yourself. That makes the jinx a million times worse.

PigeonFligher: There are a lot of people in Fort Imperial at this point. But all for a good cause, indeed? And how the enchanting worked was pretty hard for me to imagine. It was like, psychic but close to the heart in imagery at the same time. And I'm sorry that you don't like Adam. Actually, no one does. Even Kyanite Archer, his creator.

SimonStormCloak: Yes, you did catch me with my faults near the beginning. It was present tense before the third chapter, and from now on it's past. No reason. I'll go back and change it at some point, I guess. And I totes got it from BO. Except the S-word is to strong, so I had to change it. And no ocelots, I'm sorry to say, and of course the death will come back. Who do you think this story is by, hmm?

Mellifluousness: I will now say it publicly; it's okay that you only sometimes review to TPoM. I never review to E2HU, anyways. I have to start... But yes, that's hard rock for you. Nice bells at the beginning, and then SLAM Scott Ian is going to kick your ass! Anyways... I know you don't like the killing of the mobs. But this is an apocalypse, my friend. And I have to go back and fix the tons of stuff you pointed out... I screwed up badly, didn't I. Or maybe Prae is just really super-duper flexible.

HarryPotterEncyclopedia24: It's too bad that you couldn't scream this time. I would've like it. On the inside. Somehow. Maybe not.

Thefinalhero7000: Indeed, this story has quite a tale to tell, my friend.

Ptd the shiny: Well thank you. It's quite a compliment. The Ender Chest is one of the communities in the Minecraft section.

Kierany9: Yeah, I messed up there. I thought decades could slide for 'multiple tens', but no dice.

Eta7400: Cool! Glad to know I've got another fan!

Exb756: We must both hate them after all. But don't let Flu here. O_o And of course the new characters will die at some point. It wouldn't be TPoM if they survived. But I do plan on letting them survive a little longer this time. So yes.

Xandora: Whoa, super long review. So long story short; I'm really glad that you like all of the characters, and that you for one appreciates the deaths of them. The battle phrases popped up in my mind because I was bored and I had been playing zombies earlier that day, so why not. (Zombies BOII Reveal tomorrow. :D) And I do enjoy cookies as well. Welcome to the club.

Okay, everyone. Lots of reviews, thank you. And now, let the story commence!

Chapter 21

The Wolfpack

I woke to the sound of breaking glass, followed by a loud bark. My eyes snapped open, and I tried to survey the room around me. Tried, because Gavin kicked off of my sensitive area quickly. That didn't feel to good, but as I turned to scold the wolf, I realized that I got the better end of the deal.

There was an arrow embedded in the wolf's eye. The flint was causing his eye to bleed badly. Gavin was wailing in pain, sprinting around the floor of my house in surprise. My window was shattered, the arrow having come from outside. I quickly swept myself from under the covers. Standing about five meters away was a skeleton. Unfortunately, it wasn't rogue.

There were multiple skeletons and zombies around my house and Prae's, shooting out the glass and busting down the door. At that moment, my own wooden door was kicked down, giving way to a zombie that immediately began walking toward me. I whipped out Monarch in a flash and drove the diamond sword through it's heart. It collapsed in an instant, and I picked Gavin up in my arms. The wolf was losing blood fast.

Sprinting my way through a clear path to the common room, I tried to force feed some pork to Gavin. The wolf reluctantly chewed the meat, but it didn't seem to be healing him as much as I would have liked. The door to the common room was destroyed, and I hurried through it to find Skyler, Remington, Aria, and Jessica all camping out, all wearing iron armor and holding up swords.

"Alex! Get in quick! We need to get the others before the armies can get to them!" Jessica yelled over the mob noises that were making quite an ambiance outside. The mobs were all trying to destroy the door and windows to Prae's house in order to get in and kill or capture them.

"Is that your wolf? He needs attention, here, give him to me," Aria said quickly, taking Gavin from me and placing him on the stone table in the center of the room. She turned back to me. "You guys get the others, and let's get our valuables. We'll have to fight our way out of here."

She was right, I realized. Remington slashed away a lone spider who was trying to scuttle through the open doorway. "We need to wake the others up so that they can defend themselves until we can get them back to the common room. How can we do that without barging outside?" yelled Skyler.

"Does anyone have a music disc?" I shouted back, and he nodded. "Go put it on in the jukebox upstairs! It doesn't look like the mobs are attacking Khalida and Adam's house yet. Jessica, go get them and bring them here, and get everyone in safety to get armor on. Aria, you get Gavin fixed up. Remington, on me," I commanded, giving everyone something vital to do.

"Sire, you do not have armor on yourself," Remington warned me, striking away a zombie holding an iron shovel.

"I'll manage," I responded, gritting my teeth and holding Monarch in front of me. Remington raised his diamond broadsword and we charged into the clearing between the common room and Prae's house. There was a flood of mobs, and we sliced away the ones that turned their attention to us; creepers, zombies, skeletons, and spiders alike. I hadn't seen any Endermen yet, though. Maybe they were playing Master & Commander: staying on the defensive while their slaves did the dirty work.

"Shall we reach Miss Soulsand above, beneath, or through the armies, sire?" Remington question, holding his sword up to minimize the damage of a creeper explosion. I thought for a moment.

"Let's get up on the roof somehow. The only way we can go through the mobs is killing them all in succession, and the odds of us doing that without getting hurt are pretty low," I answered, driving Monarch through a skeleton's skull.

"Then we shall get to the back of the castle and ascend from darkness!" Remington yelled with his courage amplified a million times. I knocked aside a zombie with the hilt of my sword and we hurried around to the back of Prae's house. Through the glass, she was still sleeping, but slowly stirring. It wouldn't be a good idea to break the glass on purpose because the shards would fall on her, and the mobs would realize we were around here.

"Give me a boost," I told him, and jumped up so that my fingers grasped the edge of the roof. Remington pushed my legs up, and I gained my footing. "I'll be down in a sec. Let me just get her out of there before she gets assaulted," I reassured him, and took out my iron axe and mined up some wood on the other side of the room.

As I did this, a loud bell went off. There were quite a few, ringing simultaneously. With no warning, the bells faded into a loud noise. The noise sounded like string being picked at, like in a guitar, but it sounded electrified. In the background were loud noises I assumed were drums. The music disc, I assumed. The melody continued, and Prae's eyes fluttered open and her red pupils were drawn to me.

"Alex? Were you watching me sleep?" she sputtered, startled, and then turned to face the door as she heard some of the vigorous knocking.

"Prae! Get your stuff, we need to get out of here!" I shouted over the music. I male voice had begun chiming out lyrics.

Lone star was dark tonight

Our diamond shined so bright

I watched it go

Farther than he ever dreamed

I can't take it!

"What the hell is that banging?!" she shouted as she took Murder out and grabbed my hand. I strained my feet against the wooden roof and slowly pulled her up.

"We're getting attacked by the Endermen. I haven't seen any of them, but there are tons of mobs and they all have the mark on them," I answered, and she hoisted herself to a standing position. "Do you have everything?"

"Murder, tools, spare ores, armor. You got it. Where are the others?" she answered.

"Below you, missus!" shouted Remington from below, waving up at us.

"He came with me to get you. Jessica's getting Khalida and Adam, and Aria and Skyler are in the common room. Let's get a move on," I told her, lowering her down off the roof. As her feet touched the ground and I let go, an arrow from a skeleton caught my left arm. It must have seen me up here. I whipped around, finding the only skeleton staring up at me, and slung my bow over my shoulder. The arrow pulled back and I released, the flint tip slicing it's way through the early morning air and sticking right into the skeleton's spine, which was visible because of it's lack of real neck. A bunch of others turned to me, and I jumped off the roof just as a volley of eight arrows sailed through the air where I had just been standing.

Without the adrenaline, the pain stung from the arrow. I ripped it out of my shoulder, and blood leaked through the hole in my red shirt. Maybe I should have worn the armor after all. After tossing the blood-tipped projectile to the ground, I lifted Monarch. "You OK?" asked Prae, and I nodded. "Ready as I'll ever be. Let's go."

At that moment, the door to Prae's house collapsed on the other side of the window collapsed, and five zombies followed by three creepers poured into Prae's house. They saw us, and the creepers imploded at the sight of our trio, obliterating what was left of her old residence. I waved off the others. "You guys get back to the common room! I've got some unfinished business," I ordered, and stopped as Prae took me in her arms and give me a long kiss.

"Get back alive, Alex. Please," she said as we broke apart, and then followed Remington into the flood of mobs. I hurried over the grass and smashed through one of the windows in my house. The glowstone was still illuminating the room, and I smashed it with my pickaxe. It gave me four pieces of glowstone dust. A rare occurrence, so I took it as good luck. Hopping back out the gaping hole in the glass, I sprinted around the flood which was now concentrating on the south-eastern side of the common room and over to the western side of the building, where Khalida, Adam, and Jessica were climbing through a hole in the glass.

"Alex, nice of you to show up. What now?" Adam queried bitterly, and I climbed through the glass to face everyone as the song kept belting out music.

In the end

I'm kicking down the door

And I'm taking this over

Too little, too late!

In the end

You'll be my light in the dark

When the sun goes down

When the sun goes down on me.

"Let's get the stuff from upstairs and get a move on. This place is going to go to hell," I responded, and we all took positions around the doorway, where the mobs were trying to overflow and get inside of the common room to kill us.

"Aria, how's Gavin?" I asked as I slashed away a spider.

"He's resting upstairs. He should be OK now, I fed him some chicken and beef," she responded.

"OK, everyone. Keep fending off the mobs while I get Gavin and the enchanting equipment. Khalida, you come with me," I commanded, climbing up the ladder with Khalida at my heels.

Once up there, I mined up all the bookcases and enchanting table while she collected everything else; the chest, cauldron, and brewing stand. After taking the jukebox, the song stopped itself in mid-verse. "And to think I didn't make a single potion," Khalida sighed.

It was a good thing that my magical toolbelt made everything in it have no weight or physical value unless it was pulled out, or I would be weighed down like a cow was standing on my back.

Once we were done, I turned to Gavin, who was licking his paws. "Come on, boy. Let's get out of here," I called out, and he barked and jumped down the hole to the first floor. I grabbed a rung and began descending, and a new wave of pain splurged out from my arm. It was really stinging at this point.

"All right, let's get out of here. Skyler, once we're out, you lead the way to Mt. Wolfpack," I yelled, and we broke toward the back window and smashed through.

"I am afraid that Mt. Wolfpack has already been attacked," Khalida told us.

"Shut up, Loopy." Guess who answered with those words.

"Um, guys? Hate to ruin the conversation, but it looks like we have a problem," sputtered Jessica, and my eyes looked up at the new threat. The north had looked like the perfect escape route from Fort Imperial. Well, now there was a Wither ruining our plans.

"RUN!" we all yelled, and broke apart in a million directions. The crowd of mobs went around and through the common room toward us, and those of us who had arrows volleyed them back at the Wither and the pack it was leading. We would have to regroup, but the Wither posed too much of a threat for us to do that immediately.

A skull shot past me and hit one of the docks. The dock was immediately blown to pieces, and I jumped over the river. There were some others on this side of the river. Only Jessica and Aria had ran off into the plains, while we had hopped the river toward the mountain. A large volley of arrows flew across the sky. They all missed us, but we hurried after the two girls as the mobs charged after us.

It was too late to turn back now. Fort Imperial was obviously gone forever. If we could fight off the Wither, then we might be able to stand a chance. We would have to shoot as many arrows at it as we could at the moment. I slung my bow over to my hands, and while running, shot the flint-tipped projectiles toward the pursuing mob. They all hit him steadily, and Prae, Adam, and Skyler all followed my lead and shot arrows at the leader of the pack.

The beast wasn't giving up any ground, though. They had a lot of health, and halfway through their life source, they grew a special armor that made arrows useless against it. At that point, we would have to face the heavy risk of hitting it with swords from up close. As we volleyed arrows at the mob pack, the Wither proceeded to shoot its poisonous skulls at us. I knew that it was a one-shot kill with those, inflicting black death on your body. I dodged one as it blew a huge hole in the field, directly over a cave which quite a few mobs unsuspectingly fell into.

We had caught up with Jessica and Aria, and Skyler had taken the lead. He would lead us to wherever Mt. Wolfpack was, if it was even still standing, and hopefully it would be a short enough trip that we didn't have to sprint away from the mobs forever.

The sun was rising, and the buildings of Fort Imperial were now just a dot on the eastern horizon. We were heading west through the plains, away from Magnam Civitatem and the village we had met Will in. The sun was not in our favor; it scorched us with heavy rays of heat, and luckily the zombies and skeletons in the army caught fire and spread it across the entire group. It was an incredible stroke of luck. The fire spread through the pack of mobs until it reached the Wither itself, which caught on fire and quickly began losing strength. The mobs behind it were turning into a walking blaze, and many of them were dropping off, falling to death. Soon all that was left was the Wither, and one arrow to the chest triggered it to stop.

We didn't dare slow or even think of stopping near it, and it was good riddance. It slowly rose its head to the sky and roared in pain, rage, or something more. Thick hides of skin bound themselves around it, but they didn't put out the fire. I quickly shouted a warning to the others. "Don't use any more arrows! They're useless now!"

The Wither looked back at us and resumed its charge. We were getting tired, and starting to slow. The plains turned into a tundra, the icy landscape exchanging excruciatingly hot weather for something extremely cold. The fire burning on the Wither lapsed, and it was easily going to catch up to us. It was still going at less than a third of it's strength, and many of us had diamond swords. But I still didn't have my armor on; I hadn't had the opportunity to, and that might result in my doom. Maybe I should have considered sleeping in it like Remington. Speaking of which...

"Stand and fight, my comrades! We can not run from our destinies forever!" he shouted, a battle cry that was followed by a skull of black death being shot in his direction. Remington jumped to the side, and the skull obliterated a small pool of ice into droplets of water and flying bits of permafrost.

He was right, I realized. We jumped to the side and the Wither outran us, and shot skulls in our direction. I dodged one that had been forced at Aria and nearly hit me, and we continued through the snow up to the beast. Driving Monarch into it, one of its three heads stared down at me. I was helpless here; if it fired at me, I would easily be hit hard. The Wither did not shoot at me, however. Instead, all three of its heads aimed at the ground and fired.

In my effort to shield my face from what I thought would've been a skull in my eyes, the ground obliterated under my feet. Everyone who had circled the Wither was blown backward, and I fell to the ground helplessly about ten meters away. The Wither aimed all three heads at me. This time, it was going to take me down. I was the primary target, after all. And so the devilish heads opened their mouths and fired. Three skulls of black death, all shooting straight toward me.

And suddenly, blocking the image was gray fur and a red collar. Gavin. Two of the skulls slammed into my wolf, the wolf I had trusted and loved, and blew it to my right. One of the skulls managed to hit my leg.

"Gavin!" I screamed in anguish, not only grief stricken for what was surely a dead dog but overcome with a wave of nausea. The area where the skull had hit me was glowing green, my jeans cut through to reveal the deadening skin. A diamond sword protruded out from the Wither's torso, and the beast roared its last roar and sunk to the ground. It's body disintegrated, and Remington stood over the black skull that rested on the snowy ground. But my body was anything but cold. As I caught sight Gavin, limp and bright green and gone, I lost conciousness.

TPoM

I woke several times, but never truly gaining conciousness for those around me. My first waking was painful. As soon as my eyes drew into slits, my brain exploded with a cry for the end. My leg felt like it was being crushed by all the gold in the world, and the rest of my body was cold and shivery like a fever, except a hundred times worse.

Snow was stilling falling, and the landscape was bare. I was on a makeshift wooden stretcher, and Adam was pulling in front with Prae at the back, pushing above my head. I could see her long brown hair falling over me, her red eyes teary in concern. I would have said something, but I sunk back into sleep.

The next time we were in a dark forest. There was still plenty of snow. Vaguely, as if they were talking a million miles away, I could hear the group in conversation.

"We have to advance forward. He's still alive, but those skulls are a nasty piece of work. Thank Notch he's still alive now without medical attention."

"He is the Chosen One. Skyler, how much longer until we reach Mt. Wolfpack?"

"We're almost there. An hour more through this taiga and we'll reach a mountain. At the top is a huge plateau that is partially man-made, stretching over at least five mountains. That's my home. We can get him to a doctor there."

"Let's get moving then. We've got no time to waste."

There was shuffling, but my eyes felt like lead and I closed them. I was slipping from conciousness when Prae's brown hair tickled my cheek. Barely audible, probably to the point where no one else heard it, I heard her whisper, "Don't die on me, Alex. We're almost there."

I woke again and we were going up a slope. The ride on the stretcher wasn't as bumpy, so I assumed we had reached the city.

"Out of my way! I need a doctor!"

"Keep pressure on that wound!"

I couldn't open my eyes. I just couldn't. It wasn't until my next waking that I could again.

I was on a bed now. It was comfortable; a good change from the wooden stretcher. My back still felt stiff from all the lying down, but I raised my neck and sneaked a look at my left leg. It wasn't too bad anymore. Wrapped in bandages, it actually felt like it was being cushioned. The muscles weren't tense, it just didn't hurt anymore.

I touched a hand to my forehead. Cold as ice, with a thin layer of sweat coating it. I had dreamed something bad, but I couldn't remember. Something to do with smoke...

Shifting my legs, I slowly got to my feet. It was obvious that that was not a good decision. An icy shiver flew down my spine, and my hair began sweating a bit. I wasn't wearing my belt, I realized. What could have happened to it?

Assuring myself that someone had taken it because I was a patient or something here (What else, right?), I started toward the door on the other end of the room. The entire room seemed to be made of solid iron. It was getting harder to put weight on my left leg, but I reached the iron door and opened it with a lever on it's right.

Outside was a hallway, all made of stonebrick. It was almost like a prison. There were other iron doors with switches, and about halfway down the hallway was a nurse carrying a tray of food. At the sight of me, her face lit up, and she hurried over to me.

"Mr. Glowstone? Yes, it's you. You should be lying down, your leg is in critical condition after your encounter with the Wither," she rambled, waving me back into my room. I stood my ground, though, with some support from the wall on my hand. My leg was still too fragile to put much weight on it, but I could still stand or walk or the like.

"I'm fine, I just need to stretch it out," I told her, beginning to walk down from where she came, which ended at a wall with another iron door. "This is a hospital, right? Not some kind of prison?"

"Of course, sir! The rooms are sealed like this because we don't want sick patients getting out to easily. I suppose we did make an exception with your room by putting the lever on the inside, but then again, you are the Chosen One," she responded, staring at me expectantly.

"So my friends already told you?" I asked, and she nodded. "Where are they?"

"They're meeting with the Mayor right now. He's knighting Skyler Spade for his work finding your caravan, and he is going to keep you all in hospitality for a little bit," the nurse replied. The tray of food in her hands was starting to look formidably appetizing.

"OK, I'll head there, then," I shrugged.

"Oh! I almost forgot, here's your toolbelt. We took it away from you because some patients try to break out with picks and diamonds and such. But, here you go," she alerted me, handing me my magical toolbelt. I clipped it back around, the red gem in front blinking brightly.

We had reached the iron door at the end of the hallway. The nurse slid her hand under a little sensor, and the mission whirred some gears and such. After it blinked green, the iron door opened up, and the both of us walked through into a foyer. There were many more nurses in here, some behind reception desks, others walking down other halls for check-ups and surgeries. It was quite more extensive of a hospital than the one in Imperial Plains.

"I never got your name," I said absent-mindedly to the nurse. After a step randomly sent a jolt of pain up my right leg, I slowed to a limp.

"Nurse Beatrice Wool III, at your service," she answered, batting her eyes. She turned me towards a door that led to sunlight. "If you go through there, there will be a minecart rail. Here's five chips, that'll buy you a ticket for a minecart," she told me, handing me a piece of green paper with a five written in various places. I had seen these before; chips, the currency of the three great cities. I had never gotten my hands on any because they were useless, but a lot of an employed person's pay came in the form of these bills.

"Thanks, I guess," I thanked her awkwardly, and she smiled again and turned back to the cells, her long black hair falling down her shoulders as she whipped her head around. I walked over to the door and out onto the street.

"Whoa..." Mt. Wolfpack was a lot bigger than I had thought. Most of it was built on metal and stone supports above deep canyons, and six different mountains poked up to make part of the city. The hospital was on the very top of one, and the minecart tracks flew downward toward the houses and shops below. The other mountains were clearly visible from here; one held a sports stadium, probably for the ICCs. Another held a very large house, and still another on the edge of the city was supporting a large beacon, which looked vaguely like a lighthouse. The sun was hanging at high noon, so I had some time to get to the Mayor's house.

There was a small dispenser with a slot on top, with a little sticker that read '5 Chips for a Minecart'. I realized that this was actually pretty expensive if you were going up one of the mountains from below, and renting these minecarts was presumably a one way trip. I knew that buying your own was not cheap, either. Nevertheless, I slid the bill down the small slot and a small minecart icon flew into the back of my toolbelt. I took it back out, placed it on the track, and got into the iron vehicle. Sitting in it, I willed the minecart to move forward.

Very quickly, it tilted over onto the path down the mountain. The wind whipped in my face, creating an unbelievable exhilirating feeling. The wooden landing next to the hospital was soon far behind, and the minecart gradually leveled to the ground. Soon, I was riding above the roads in my minecart, some fifteen meters up from the walkways that people were walking down. Looking at the map in the minecart, I steered it toward the Mayor's house.

Going back up another mountain was boring. This was the mountain with the mansion on top, and apparently where I would be staying for the night. Once I had reached the top and gotten off the minecart, it rolled into a tunnel in the mountain where it was probably redispensed somewhere else in the city to a minecart-renter.

There was a man waiting for me there, dressed in iron armor and carrying a diamond sword. "Alex Glowstone?" he asked me, and I nodded my head, limping over. He smiled at me. "Please, come with me. The Mayor wishes to see you in his dining hall."

The door to the mansion was opened by him for a me, and I caught my breath at the sight of the foyer. There was a cliché staircase that went up in the center of the room, branching off to the right and left onto a balcony with many doors on it. There were hallways on either side of the stairs on the ground floor. "Wow... This place is huge!" I exclaimed, staring at the glass and glowstone chandelier that hung above us.

"Oui, monsieur. If you follow me, we are going up the stairs to the left. In there will be the dining room," the escort said, and we walked together up the stairs and through a doorway.

Inside was a long table that was pointed toward me. It was lined with all of my friends, all dressed in normal clothes (except Remington, of course). Skyler, however, was wearing a red pin on his shirt, reading Knight. At the head of the table was someone I assumed to be the Mayor, and he beckoned me toward the seat on his right, next to Prae. "Monsieur Glowstone! How wonderful of you to join us, please sit down," he said in an accent similar to the escort. The escort bowed and walked out the door, leaving me to walk over to my seat.

"Mr. Mayor," I greeted him dully, shaking hands with him as I sat down. My leg creaked and pain shot up my side, but I ignored it.

He seemed to study me. I took a bite of the potatoes that were set before me, along with carrots and a fancily cooked steak. The potatoes were good; as perfect of the vegetable that I had ever tasted. I looked back at the Mayor, who quickly averted his gaze to his meal. He had been looking at me, but in fascination. Not disapproval, and if it was disapproval, he did a damn good job of hiding it.

"Monsieur Glowstone-" he started, but I cut him off.

"Alex. Please call me Alex," I told him, and he smiled.

"Alex, I would suggest that you drink plenty of water. The elevation up here is pretty high, obviously, and the oxygen is thinner. So water is a necessity," he recommended, and I took at sip from the iron goblet filled with cold water set before me.

Everyone else seemed quiet, waiting for me to engage in the important conversation. I ate a carrot with my fork, and looked back at the Mayor. "Sir, I was wondering why you were so quick to take us in during our time of need. Are you seeking to help us, or is this a fool's game?"

The man chuckled heartily, and then continued in the accent that he connected his words together harmoniously, in a way. "Monsieur, we at Mt. Wolfpack would like to help any refugees that our search parties may find. Especially if it includes the Chosen One himself," he answered, taking a bite from his steak.

"So you want to get rid of the Endermen as well. You haven't been attacked yet, why is that?"

"Alex, our Fortifiers are perhaps the greatest of all the cities, possibly even better than the Lost Colony's, for Notch's sake," he responded. Jessica's eyes narrowed at this remark. "But we have not seen any mobs except for the usual rogue ones."

"They'll be coming after us. If we're here, your entire city is in danger," I told him, but stopped at a loud noise coming from outside.

"What could that possibly be?" the Mayor pondered. He stood and crossed from the door out onto the landing and out onto the balcony above the wooden platform that was the entryway to his house. There was a large group of people, all carrying signs. They were shouting slogans and chants, and reading their words and listening to their cries, their message was something of stop sending scouts to find refugees and protect this city in the first place.

"My people! Please, do not be rash. Because of our search parties, we have found the Chosen One and his battalion!" the Mayor protested, but the people below protested. "My husband is out there in danger from the Endermen!" one woman yelled. "We need all the protectors we can get!" another man shouted.

"We are collecting more by saving innocent lives in the first place!" the Mayor retorted, but the shouts were louder. "What about our innocent lives! This is tyranny!"

All of a sudden, the entire group of civilians shouted that one word, over and over again. "TYRANNY, TYRANNY, TYRANNY!" We ducked back inside.

"What will you make of that? We can stand and fight here in Mt. Wolfpack, or go out and die on our own," I told the Mayor, and he sighed.

"I will find a way to reason with the people. Monsieur Glowstone, I would rest that leg of yours. There is a bedroom down the hall for you," he explained, and walked away. The group of us walked into the bedrooms, with everyone bunking with someone else. I was going to be with Prae. She milled around, cleaning her armor and sharpening Murder while I slipped into my bed. I couldn't fall asleep, though. The loss of Gavin was just too great for me to sleep easily. And now the problem in what we thought was a safehouse; a guardian city from the Endermen. Now there was a threat of uprising within the city itself.

"What do you reckon about all of this?" I asked Prae absent-mindedly, staring at her. She turned and walked over to sit on my bed. Images flashed through my mind. If we weren't in the middle of the coming apocalypse, we would be dating; something I never saw myself doing.

"I say we stay here until the armies come for us. There's no denying that they will, after all," she sighed, staring into my eyes.

"Then what?" I queried, but I already knew. I could see it in her red pupils that she was thinking what I was thinking.

"We're going to have to go back to the Nether and collect the blaze rods that we need," she responded.

"And save Herobrine," I added, and she nodded. She closed in towards me and we kissed. This was basically how you could make the best of the hell that we lived in.

I fell asleep shortly afterwards to the sound of metal on metal, her sharpening Murder against iron plates. It was almost a conforting sound, and I silently slipped into unconciousness. With my leg throbbing painfully and the grief of losing Gavin, I was surprised that my mind was at peace. Perfectly clear as I closed myself from the outside world.

When this story comes back after a long break, it does so in fashion! Welcome to the apocalypse, my friends. The plot thickens, and we await the doomsday of Mt. Wolfpack.

What will happen with the citizens' uprising? What will be the new accolades of Skyler's promotion in the Order of Wolfpack? And how will Alex get over his injury? Find out next time, only in the Prophecy of Minecraftia!