Rain wished the monsters had killed him, but nope. Of course the evil villain had to gloat over them instead of killing them. It was like some superhero movie. Another reason he wished he was dead and kicked from the server was a nasty cut on his left arm (thank goodness he was right-handed, so, if he could get his hands on a sword, he could fight his way out) and they had banged up his head pretty bad when they knocked him unconscious.

Fox lay on a bed in the cage that the monsters had constructed in the middle of the village. Dawn was breaking, but he didn't get up. A bad blow by an enderman to his leg made every other step burn like fire. He just wished that it was night time already, so it wouldn't be so hot. Herobrine had mentioned that they would be executed, come dawn.

Kelly wept bitterly. One of her best friends had been killed in the attack. The player, a girl named Sally, had been sword fighting with a zombie carrying a diamond axe. It had decapitated her in one chop. Also, she terribly missed Gameknight, she had looked all over the large cage being used to hold the remaining townspeople, but hadn't found him. Then she's heard one of the users under his command say a supercharged creeper had detonated next to him, sending him hurtling into the atmosphere.

Abigail wasn't worried. The monsters who'd frisked her inventory had missed an iron sword she kept hidden. She knew the monsters wouldn't harm her. After all, she was the… BOOM! An explosion went off, those dumb mobs were destroying the wall! There was no way, if any of the others survived, that they'd be able to rebuild here. That was a VERY big if.

Herobrine was extremely pleased. He now had exactly what he wanted. He hadn't conquered this village for the loot of the premises, tho those had been excellent perks. He'd conquered it for the bargaining chip with the entity. Yes, she'd be very useful. Now, on the brink of certain victory, he wished he'd thought of this ages ago. But one thing bothered him. Where was the player with the mysterious armour and swords?

The dragon rider was feeling confident. He'd assisted in this victory, taken loot and spoils, and was now heading back to the end dimension. He couldn't wait to be back there. This overworld area was far to hot, not like the cool feeling of the void, pressing in around you. He gave a raspy sigh. At midday, he would return home.

The old hermit wandered through the woods, going to the lake were he usually went fishing for food. Along the way, he saw a stray cow. Sneaking close to it, he whipped out his iron sword, slashed the monsters under belly, then its head. The animal disintegrated, leaving only a piece of raw beef left on the ground. The hermit picked it up, then hurried along his way, he needed more than just a steady diet of fish.

Gameknight opened his eyes. Where was he? The entire world was blue! He saw a shadow come closer and closer to him. He looked up. A turtle? Gameknight's brain connected the dots, he was underwater! He swam up. Up, up! He needed to breath! He needed oxygen to survive, but his falling weight had carried him to the bottom of what seemed a huge lake!

Gameknight saw something fall next to him. He grabbed onto it with his free hand (his other was still clutching the sword). He pulled at it. And it pulled back, tugging him inch by precious inch toward the air all living creatures needed. Just as he reached the surface, he gulped in a big breath. He was alive!

"Who're you?" said a voice.

It startled Gameknight, but he turned around and saw it was a player holding a fishing rod in one hand, and an iron sword in the other. He must have been the person who had pulled Gameknight out of the water.

"My name," Gameknight said, sputtering, "is Gameknight17. I'm from the village."

"What," the player responded, confused, "you mean the village of long-nosed idiots over there?" He pointed toward the direction in which the sun was slowly sinking. "You don't look like them."

"No," Gameknight shook his head, "I'm from the village of players. You know the one with the seat of senators?"

The player nodded, "I know what you mean, it's over there in the opposite direction,but that's a good day's run from here, boyo. How'd you get over here, anyway?"

"Herobrine attacked the village, a creeper blew me up, that's the last I remember."

"Must've been a charged creeper to send you this far. Well, now go on home and help your friends. Man, this sounds like that book by Brian Jacques. Whas's name again? Oh, yeah. Redwall."

"Can't you help? Like, if you have one, give me a swiftness potion or something?"

"Ah, fine." The player tossed Gameknight a bottle full of blue potion.

"Now get gone. And I don't wanna hear a single 'Thank You', either."

Gameknight complied. He got out of the water, gulped the potion, and took off toward home.

"These new players," said the hermit, "they rush off so fast, first I gotta do this, then I gotta do that. They never sit back and enjoy the moment."

The hermit got a boat and did just that, right in the middle of the lake. He was never seen again.