Well… This wasn't exactly how I thought I would be spending my day.

I discontinued this story a long time ago for multiple reasons, one of which being that I lost interest in Minecraft and its community. Yet here I am, updating the chapters and continuing where I left off 4 years ago.

I'm not exactly sure why I have an interest in this again, but I think rereading all of the chapters and being left with an unsatisfied feeling might have something to do with it.

Anyway, I'll talk more once this chapter is finished. Enjoy.

Have you ever felt that you needed to get away from school because you have to take several exams the next day that you know you're going to fail, or you're constantly being made fun of by a group of people who you thought were your friends?

Have you ever felt that you needed to get away from work because you feel as if you're not actually good at your job, or your manager is constantly lowering your self-esteem on a day to day basis?

Have you ever felt that you needed to get away from your friends simply because their personalities have changed, or you just don't feel as big of a connection to them as you did when you had first met them?

Have you ever felt that you needed to get away from your family because of the constant arguments that happen over the dinner table, or how everyone expects so much of you even when you have so little confidence in yourself?

Have you ever felt that you just… needed to escape from reality?

Craftia: Aether Dimension

Time: 0200

"Mister Notch! Mister Notch!"

A small fairy girl clothed in green flew into a bedroom that was seemingly meant for a king. All sorts of antiques, valuable paintings, and many more precious items were scattered throughout the room. The fairy girl made sure not to bump into anything while she made her way to the bed at the farther end of the room.

"Mister Notch!" The small girl approached a man who looked to very pale lying in the bed in silence. At first, he appeared to be asleep but was soon awoken by the fairy girl's loud and disruptive voice.

"Ah… Xierra." The man more commonly known as Notch held out his hand. The girl, now known as Xierra, sat in the palm of his hand. "What… brings you here at this time of the night…?"

"Mister Notch, something terrible is happening in Craftia!" Xierra wore a troubled expression on her face. " Armies of hostile mobs with glowing white eyes have suddenly started spawning and they're wreaking havoc all across the land! They're pillaging villages, imprisoning helpless people, and even going as far as destroying the shrines that were built in your and everyone else's honor!"

"Is that so …?" Notch looked away from Xierra and up at the ceiling as he went into deep thought. "And you said that their eyes-"

"They were a weird white color!" Xierra shuddered at the thought. "What's worse is that they looked like they were being controlled! There's someone leading those things and the only clue we have is that it's someone who is as powerful as you, Mister Notch!"

"An army of hostile mobs with glowing white eyes… being controlled by someone as strong as myself…" Notch thought on it again for a moment before coming to a conclusion. "I… I had a feeling he was the cause of my sickness… It was only a matter of time before he broke free from his seal…"

"Mister Notch?" Xierra tilted her head to show her curiosity. "Mister Notch, do you know what's happening down there? Down in Craftia?"

Notch didn't speak a word to the girl. The bearded man set the small fairy child down on the nightstand beside his bed before pulling his blanket off of him and slowly getting out of his bed.

"M-Mister Notch, what are you doing?!" The fairy asked the man. "You're in terrible condition! Please get back into bed-"

"Xierra… It's okay, my child."

"H-Huh?" Notch stood up with what little strength he had and leaned against the wall to where he started to move along it at a very slow and steady pace. Xierra didn't know what her creator was planning on doing, but all she could do was follow him and pray that he wouldn't do anything dangerous to his health.

"Xierra… My time in this world is coming to an end, as you might know." Notch spoke to the girl. "My sickness… It… It isn't normal."

"What do you mean by that, Mister Notch?" Xierra asked. "You're saying that you're dying, right? Even if you die, won't you just respawn like everyone else in the Aether Dimension does when they die?"

"Oh, Xierra… How I wish it were that simple." The man sighed to himself, not because of Xierra's response, but because of his failure to properly educate her on the rules of the world they inhabit. "When the time comes, you will truly understand everything our world has to offer."

The fairy girl didn't understand what Notch had meant by that, but she put the thought to the side and continued to follow the man.

Notch had come to an abrupt stop. Before him was one of the several paintings that decorated the walls in his room.

"Xierra, do you remember the tale of the Sacred Heroes of Craftia?" Notch asked the small girl, who quickly shook her head in response.

"Of course Mister Notch! That's one of my favorite tales after all!" Xierra showed excitement towards the topic."Centuries ago, the land of Craftia was doomed to fall by an evil man known by many as Herobrine. However, he was stopped by four heroes who carried gear that was forged by the Gods themselves!"

"You are correct. Please, continue." Notch motioned her to continue on with her story.

"There was Amanda, the Iron Armored Hero. She was praised for her marksmanship with the bow and arrow."

"Alpha, the Gold Armored Hero. He was admired for his ferocious strength with the axe."

"Cassandra, the Emerald Armored Hero. She was respected for her extraordinary alchemy skills."

Xierra was listing off all the heroes and what they had excelled at. "And the last one was Michael, the Diamond Armored Hero. He… He… I don't really think the books talked a lot about Michael, now that I think about it."

"He was a master swordsman. As long as he had a blade on his person, no matter how weak, he was able to cut down his opponents, whether they were the same size as him or giants." Notch smiled at the thought of Michael. "He was... Truly one of a kind."

"Mister Notch, why were you asking about the tale of the Sacred Heroes?" Xierra asked. "Does it have something to do with everything that's happening in Craftia?"

"... My child, could you tell me how the story ends?" Once again, Notch had avoided answering Xierra's question. The fairy girl was getting a tad bit annoyed, but she decided to do what she was told and continue telling the story.

"Umm… Oh right! So the four heroes put a stop to Herobrine and before he could do anything else, he was sent to Nether Dimension by… by you Mister Notch! You trapped him in the Nether Dimension for the rest of eternity!"

"That is correct Xierra, I was the one who had sent that villain to the Nether. Where he would spend the remainder of his days in that Hell-hole of a dimension." Notch tightened his fist. "At least… that's what was supposed to happen."

"...O-Oh my God." Xierra had put all pieces together almost instantly when Notch had hesitated to say his last sentence. "M-Mister Notch…"

"Xierra…" Notch looked at the fairy girl with lifeless eyes. "Herobrine… has returned. The hostile mob army that is terrorizing Craftia is his doing."

"This… This can't be happening… No! I don't want to believe any of this is actually happening!" Xierra had begun to panic and flew around Notch's bedroom, knocking over dozens of antiques in his room. "And the shrines! If Herobrine is the one destroying them, then that means that he's trying to find the seals! Which means he's trying to get to the Aether Dimension! WHICH MEANS HE'S GOING TO KILL US ALL AND TAKE OVER ALL OF CRAFTIA!"

"Xierra, please don't lose your composure. It may be true that Herobrine is making his way here, but without the proper equipment, it will take him decades to break each of the seals. Let alone find them." Notch had attempted to reassure the girl. "In the meantime, I have a task for not only you but your sisters as well."

"W-What?" Xierra had somehow managed to calm down and looked over at her creator. "Y-You do?"

"Yes…" Notch shook his head. "I need… I need you to find the Sacred Heroes."

CRAFTIA LEGENDS: Rebirth

Earth: Echomonty Highschool

Time: 3:00 PM

The final bell rang throughout the school building, signifying that classes had ended and the school day was over. Students packed up their belongings and got ready to head home, attend extracurricular activities, or the like. Teachers and other faculty members had either done the same or stayed behind for meetings and other staff meetings.

"One more day until the weekend..." One student, in particular, muttered to themselves while packing their things into the school bag. "Wonder if Dad's going to be home at all during the week."

The student zipped up their bag and carried it on his back. After saying goodbye to their teacher, they exited the classroom and found themselves in a hallway littered with students from various grades.

The student reached into their pocket and pulled out their phone and earbuds. "Dante!" The student had responded to the name and looked up to see a brown-haired girl approaching him with a blonde-haired boy following right behind him.

Dante Auburn, he's a 16-year old student in 11th grade attending Echomonty public high school. Dante is a dark-skinned individual who clocks in at about 165 centimeters (5 foot ' 5 inches). The boy has short nappy black hair and brown eyes, so he doesn't really stand out as much as some of the other students in his school.

"Oh, Celia." Dante almost sounded like he was whispering when he spoke. "Did you need something?"

"No, nothing at all." Celia stopped in front of Dante. "I just never got the chance to thank you for lending the Dance Team your stereo yesterday! Our old one was really expensive and we weren't sure if the replacement would get here before our performance."

"It's no big deal, really." Dante shoved one of his hands into his pocket. "I enjoy watching you guys perform, so it was the least I could do."

"But still, we can't thank you enough!" Celia smiled warmly. "The moment our replacement stereo comes in, we'll deliver yours back to you."

"Well, okay. If you say so…" Dante didn't object to the matter at all. "They're pretty heavy though, and the dance team full of girls mostly, so…"

Dante noticed that the expression on the boy who was standing behind Celia had changed upon those words exiting his mouth. Dante could tell that the boy was thinking something along the lines of, "Wow, that's was pretty rude", but Dante really didn't think too much of it and neither did Celia, apparently.

"Oh, that's fine! I'll just have Trent deliver it for us." Celia turned to the boy behind her with a smug look on her face. "Isn't that right, Trent?"

Dante could tell that Trent had really wanted to say no, but was struggling to get the words out. "U-Uh, well I mean, I'm not really sure if…" Trent looked Celia dead in the eyes and sighed. "...Yeah, sure."

"Weak." Dante thought.

"Thank you, Trent!" The smug look disappeared off of Celia's face and turned into one of realization. "Oh! I almost forgot that we have to go for Alex! Come on Trent, let's go!"

Celia grabbed the blonde's hand and dragged him away, but not before waving to Dante, who didn't bother waving back. "... That was somewhat annoying."

Dante took his hand out of his pocket and continued what he was doing before he was interrupted. The boy connected his earbuds to his phone, put them in his ears, and began to scroll through his music library. After selecting a song, he put away his phone and started to make his way through the crowded hallways.

"You really made my birthday party last year, I hope you come again this year!"

"Aria said that she wanted me to give you chumps these invitations. You'd better come to her party next Saturday, or else!"

"Hey, you don't have practice next Saturday, right? If you're not busy, then you should definitely come to Ari's birthday party!"

As Dante turned the corner, he noticed that students were being handed fliers by another group of students. "Shit, I forgot that she was handing those out today." Dante stuck both of his hands into his pockets and looked down. "The exit is right around the corner, all I have to do is... not make eye contact."

Dante walked down the hall, making sure not to bump into anyone or do anything that would attract any attention to him. Just one person batting an eye in his general direction could possibly be bad. Dante had made some good distance and was feeling confident that he would be able to turn the corner without being noticed, but right when victory was within his grasp, he noticed a foot appear direct in his path.

Since it had happened so quickly, the boy didn't have any time to react and tripped over the person's foot. "aaaaAAH!" Dante stumbled forward.

"I would really appreciate it if you-AAH!" Dante had accidentally knocked someone over. That particular person was also holding a stack of papers that ended up flying all over the place.

Dante fell to the floor but was able to plant his hands on the ground quick enough so he wouldn't have fallen directly on his face. "God… Damn it!"The boy cursed in his thoughts."Who's the asshole who-"

"Hey, jerk! What's your problem?" Dante had noticed 3 things, the first being that papers were flying everywhere, the second was the hallway had gone almost radio silent, and third and most important was that someone was talking to him.

Dante got up, his back turned to everyone. The girl that he had accidentally knocked over stood up as well. "Hellooo? Are you listening? I'm asking you a quest-... Don-dork?"

A few students had snickered while Dante sharply inhaled upon hearing the name he was called. The boy knew that he had no chance of escaping, so he decided to just face the problem head-on.

"I don't know who that is." Dante turned around and faced the girl who had stood behind him. "My name is Dante, got it memorized?"

"Ugh, I should've known that it was you the moment I saw that ugly outfit of yours." The girl let a frustrated sigh escape her mouth. "Only you would be clumsy enough to fall over nothing. Now my invitations are all over the place thanks to you!"

Before Dante said anything else, he looked at all the students that stood behind the girl. To be more specific, he was looking down at their shoes, most likely trying to identify the person who had tripped him. "...Son of a bitch." Dante gritted his teeth for a moment and turned back to the girl. "First off, really? You're handing out paper invitations? I expected more from a rich girl like you. Couldn't you do something with a bit more pizazz?"

"Sorry, but I don't have a lot of free time. I'm actually doing something with my life, unlike an inactive slug I happen to unfortunately know."

"By productive, do you mean pleasuring your fish-brained boyfriend out in public when you think no one is looking?"

Almost everyone in the hallway had audibly gasped upon the words exiting Dante's mouth; one person had even fainted in a dramatic fashion. The girl's face had turned red, but her angry facial expression hadn't changed. In the corner of Dante's eye, he could see someone moving through the crowd of students and towards him.

"Shut up!" Another girl who had helped with handing out the paper invitations had appeared out of thin air to defend their friend. "Don't spread these lies just because you aren't getting an invitation to-"

"Was I talking to you? No, I wasn't." Dante cut the girl off. "So do me a favor and mind your own damn business."

"No! That's my best friend you're talking to! I'm not going to stand by and just let you-"

"Aerith, it's fine. I've dealt with this Buffon plenty times before, so I know where to hit him where it hurts the most." The first girl reassured her friend. "Don-dork, you-"

"Second off, I obviously didn't knock you over on purpose. Some monkey had tripped me while I was trying to walk past your annoying ass." Dante fully turned his body and looked up at the man who was now looming over him. "Speaking of monkeys here's one now. Heya, how you doing Eddie? They let you out of the Zoo early this time?"

"Of all the days you decide to pick on my girl, you decide to choose the one where she's the most vulnerable." The boy known as Eddie cracked his knuckles and stared down at Dante menacingly. "I'm going to have fun kicking your ass."

"Girl?" Dante looked around and then pointed at the girl he was feuding with. "Oh, you mean that thing? Sorry dude, that ain't no girl, or at least not a normal one. That's a freaking succubus and she's got you wrapped around her little finger… Nah, on second thought, I'm pretty sure there's no need to hypnotize you, you're already brain dead as it is."

"...Eddie, could you please punch him? There's no telling what will happen if I lay even a finger on this slob." The girl crossed her arms and looked at her boyfriend

"Having your Pokémon fight your battles? That's certainly new." Dante said sarcastically.

The crowd had only grown bigger in size the longer the confrontation had gone on for. Dante and Eddie stared daggers at each other, each of them waiting for the other to make a move.

"Hero…"

"Hm?"

"Dante…"

Of all the voices Dante had heard, there was one that stood out to him the most. It sounded normal, yet it had felt strangely out of place. Dante turned his entire body towards the crowd out of curiosity, and at the same time, Eddie had thrown a punch at his rival but ended up missing him completely.

"Could you wait for a second, you dumb behemoth?" Dante asked. "Who was that-"

Eddie, who was already mad and embarrassed that he missed his first punch, didn't wait around for Dante to finish whatever it was he was doing, and threw another punch. This time, his fist collided with the boy's face. The amount of force in Eddie's punch was enough to knock Dante to the ground

"Oooh!" The crowd of students watching had gone ballistic seeing Dante drop to the ground like an insect. Eddie's girlfriend and her friend kept a straight face despite the chaotic energy that filled the hallway.

"I don't even know why you bother trying to fight back Don-dork. I am and will always be much stronger than you." Eddie loomed over the boy. "Now get up, chump, I'm not done with you yet."

"Di...ll...u"

"What?"

"Di…ll…u…" Dante appeared to be muttering something incomprehensible to Eddie.

"Speak up, Don-dork! I can't hear you!" Eddie's loud voice boomed throughout the hallway.

"… Didn't I tell you…" Dante's was much clearer and louder. "…to WAIT?!"

Dante shot up and headbutted his rival in the jaw, causing the crowd to delve even deeper into insanity. Saying Dante was unaffected by Eddie's punch was a stretch, as the boy's right eye was black and swollen, but that didn't seem to bother him all that much.

Dante looked from left to right. He could no longer hear the voice, but that was most likely thanks to how loud it was in the hallway. "…Why do I even care?" The boy asked himself. "If someone wants my attention, they'll just have to wait..."

"Awh!" Dante turned to Eddie, who had blood running down the corners of his mouth. "You shithead! I dink you mighta boke my jah!"

"That's what happens when you're an impatient little bitch..." Dante spoke nonchalantly. "And broke? I think 'fixed' is the proper terminology. You're looking a bit less hideous than you were just a minute ago... just a bit."

"Eddie!" Eddie's girlfriend ran over and check him. "Oh my God. It looks really bad. We need to get you medical attention-"

"You're overreacting. It's just a little blood-"

"Shut up, you black-eyed freak! I don't want to hear your bullshit right now!" The girl snapped at Dante.

"He gives me a black eye, I break his jaw/give him a makeover." Dante once again spoke in a very nonchalant way. "It's called the law of Equivalent Exchange."

"Shat ap!" Eddie set his sights onto Dante. "Scurew dat crap! Yor facking dead!"

"What moves are you going to use next, Mankey?" Dante asked. "Thrash? Close Combat? Outrage? Stop screeching and actually hurt me this time!"

"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?!" A new voice echoed throughout the hallway. The moment the student onlookers had heard this voice, they had all scattered in different directions.

"Son of a bitch…" Dante muttered as he watched the source of the voice approach him and Eddie.

Earth: Auburn Residence

Time: 7:00 PM

Dante could be seen sitting in the front seat of a moving car, holding an icepack against his right eye. Sitting next to him at the wheel was an older man who looked to be in his mid-40s. He didn't appear to have much on his head, but he did have a lot facial hair.

Dante said nothing to the man, and neither did the man say anything to Dante. It was a relatively quiet car ride until they pulled up into the driveway. The moment the car had come to a stop, Dante had taken off his seatbelt went to open the door, only for it lock the moment he placed his hand in the handle.

"Dante… I think we need to have a talk…" The man had a deep yet soothing voice.

"...There's nothing that needs to be talked about." Dante appeared to have hesitated at first before speaking. "That guy gave me a black eye, so I broke jaw. Now I'm suspended for a week while he gets off scot-free. If there's anything we're to talk about, it's about how bullshit this punishment is."

"But you don't just break anyone's jaw, Dante. That's not-

"Well, guess what? I broke his." Dante made another attempt at opening the locked door.

"Dante… did that boy have any relations to-"

"Dad, I don't want to talk about it anymore." Dante turned to his father and looked him directly in the eyes. "It… really doesn't matter at this point… or at all."

Dante's father could feel as if he were treading in dangerous waters. As a parent, it was his job to help his son through whatever problems he was having, but even so…

"…Okay." Dante's father turned away from Dante and looked out the window on his side. "Have a good night, son."

"I doubt it."

Dante was finally able to get out of the car without anything or anyone to stop him this time. Dante's father watched the boy slam the car door behind him and walk off towards their house, noticing that Dante didn't look back at him even once.

"That kid…" After watching Dante enter into the house, his father reclined into his seat and sighed softly. "… He's definitely mine, that's for sure."

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. It's been a while since I've been able to write and actually complete a chapter of a fanfiction, so being able to do this was very refreshing.

As I mentioned before, this story is an old story of mine that I made 4 years ago but discontinued after losing interest in Minecraft. However, now that my love for the game has been resurrected from the grave, I've decided to basically do a remake/continuation of the story since I stopped working on it relatively early on.

What do I have for what I thought was a once dead dream I had? Only time will tell! I hope you'll be able to join me on this adventure!

Sorry if this chapter was a little boring to some of you though, when it came to writing this, half of the chapter was really just me trying to set a proper tone for the story, while the other half was just me trying to get my bearings straight.

The next chapter may be shorter than this one, so I hope you'll be fine with that. After next chapter though, it's off to Craftia (formerly Minecraftia)!

Side note: In the previous remake of this story, I was accepting OCs! If you would like me to use your character(s) (2 OCs per person) then please drop a review or PM with their information!

That's all I have to say! Reviews, follows, and favorites aren't necessary but are greatly appreciated and keep me motivated to write more! Continue to be yourself and have a great day/night! Until next time!