A/N: Hello! It's been a few days! Just to let you know, the craziness called my life is settling down a bit. Hopefully. Anyway, since I have a bit more time to work with now, I will go back to posting one or two chapters every saturday.

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Seto's POV

I stand in Notch's throne room. Everyone else is here too. Everyone except for Soro and the Yogscast members injured in the last fight. Namely Martyn. The gash on his back is infected.

The rest of us are trying to figure what the next step is. After Brine's recent attacks and threats no one knows what to do. The only thing we can think of is sending out troops from Sky Army and the Yognau(gh)ts to various cities and towns to protect. No one knows where he'll strike next. So that would be a start. But then the troops will be spread too thin and by the time backup arrives, Brine will have won. So that plan is a no go.

"I could infiltrate Brine's forces," suggests Jordan.

"What!? No!" Everyone immediately protests.

"I've known him longer. I know his habits. I know what to do to get on his good side. I could rise up the ranks of his army in no time. I'll gain his trust and he'll tell me his plans. Then I can relay them to you and turn on him when the time comes."

"No." states Sierra, determined to stop the other demigod in his tracks. She turns to him with crossed arms and a stern glare. "What if he figures it out? He'll kill you. We can't risk that."

"It's better I die than all of Minecraftia." Jordan retaliates with ease. Antvenom tenses at his side.

"Jord…" The younger male, the demigod's own boyfriend, is lost for words.

"It won't come to that," Jordan reassures him. "I'll be fine I swear." He faces Notch with a determined flare in his eyes, one I've never seen before. "As I said before, I've known him long enough to know how to stay on his good side."

"Very well." Notch agrees. Sierra turns a glare on her father.

"Okay, so that's how we get our intel but what do we do in the meantime?" I keep them on task. We don't have time for arguments. Whatever grievances Sierra has she can sort out later.

Over the course of an hour or so we come up with a semi decent plan. You know that idea we had before? The one about increasing the guard in various towns and cities. Yeah, instead we're doing the opposite. Well technically we're doing nothing. Although everyone hates the idea we all agree that it's the best plan we can come up with. We don't want the public knowing anything is going on, otherwise they're going to freak out. And people freaking out will only make the situation worse. So it's best that the general public is kept out of the loop. However, Sky and a few others are going to Spawn City to tell Machinima what is going on.

It has been a total of two hours since our little group meeting. It's been a total of three and a half days since Soro lost consciousness. We were waiting for him to awaken but at the time it didn't seem likely that he was going to any time soon.

Currently I am sitting in a chair at Soro's bedside in the infirmary of Notch's castle. Soro just woke up a few minutes ago. He is now sitting up in the hospital bed. What is not tangled around his legs of the white sheet that had once covered him hangs off the bed. He runs his hands through his disheveled mop of hair. He is still a bit groggy but he is coming around.

"You need a haircut," I joke lightheartedly.

He laughs and his hands find a place to rest on his lap. "I already thought about that."

Notch, Sierra, Ridgedog, Rythian, Duncan, Brice, Gunnar, Star, Clash, Cana, and Nori are scattered around the large medical room. They either sit in chairs, relax on beds, or stand in various locations in the room.

"Soro, how long have you had this problem in which you lose consciousness for long periods of time?" Cana asks professionally.

"Two and a half years. It started when I was twenty. It typically starts out as a low fever and feeling like crap then gets worse. My chest starts to hurt and…" Soro removes his shirt revealing pale skin with a grey patch covering part of his chest and creeping up the left side of his neck. "...this…" He points to the grey skin. "...spreads further. It started off here." He indicates to the area above his heart. "This… problem only occurs every few months. None of the doctors on Earth could figure out what's wrong."

"That's not surprising," explains Notch. "What you have isn't relevant to Earth."

"Okay. So, what do I have?"

"What you have is uncommon but not entirely rare. It only occurs in half or mixed breeds such as yourself. It has a few different names. Most commonly it is called the Mark of the Half Breed. Sometimes it is titled with one's race. So in your case it could be called the MArk of the Wither. Some people call it spores. Others even go as far as to call a disease or disorder. But really it's nothing like that. It won't kill you. It's not contagious. You are born with it. However, you will be dealing with it for the rest of your life."

"Great." Soro sighs then proceeds to put his shirt back on. It's odd. His shirt is black with the words 'Just Do It' and a check mark thing in green. He also wears a pair of blue jeans ripped at the knees. Very unusual for him to wear and very different from his old black and white attire.

"I'm sorry to interrupt." Star approaches my brother. She is in her typical were-lion form where she looks like a lion but walks on two legs like everyone else. Although in atypical habit she wears a light blue dress that matches the color of her eyes. "But, I was wondering if you know who I am."

My brother beams at her. "It's been a long time Star. I'm glad to see that you are okay."

She smiles back at him. "Same to you Soro. I'm glad you made out of that place."

"Yeah." His smile falters a bit. "I only wish that we could have met under different circumstances."

"Well, it's a little late for that now." She chuckles dryly. "Um… Was Sparklez able to fill you in on what's been going on?"

"No."

"How much do you know about the Legacy?"

"Only what my father wrote to me in a letter over fifteen years ago."

"About ten years ago a new part was added to it." Notch chimes in. "It now goes like this:
'Darkness follows

The death of the king.

The world reaches its Wit's End

Yet hope still lives.

A hero born of light.

A child of Ashe.

With ivory hair,

With lavender eyes,

With anemic skin,

Faith reignites

And balance reforms.

A child of the Aether

Stands at his side.

A lion born with great power.

A gift or a curse,

nobody knows.

The girl must decide

To save face

Or abandon grace.

The day the ground turns liquid,

Two friends shall rise.

It will be then,

A clash of swords

Usher forth

Life and death.

Darkness and light.'"

"We have reason to believe that the lion mention is me," explains Star. "For one thing I am a girl and for another I am the first were-lion ever to be born with magic power."

"Makes sense." Soro agrees.

"Soro," Notch draws his attention. "I have been told that your father left the decision of what to do about the Legacy up to you. I will respect his wish. What do you want to do about the Legacy?"

"I'll follow it." Soro decides. He stares his hands resting in his lap.

"You sure about that?"

"Yes." His hands clench around the thin blanket covering his lap.

"Soro. You don't have to do this if you don't want to." I tell him gently.

"Then what do you expect me to do Jimmy!" He shouts. His words are angry but that anger doesn't seem to be directed at me. "Do you expect me to just sit back and watch as countless people die! I'm tired of feeling helpless! I'm tired of not being able to anything to save someone's life!" His voice gets quieter. "I'm tired of watching my friends get hurt because I'm too weak to protect them or myself."

"So, what are we going to do?"

"What?" His head whips up to look at me. His eyes are wide and brimming with tears.

"I get it. You want to be stronger so you can protect your friends. You probably don't want the rest of us involved. But that's just too bad because I'm not letting you do this alone. Wherever you go, whatever you do I will always be with you."

"Thank you." He whispers.

"So, where are we going first?" Rythian chimes in. Soro smiles.