"I wonder what stars are made of." Wither said. He and Max had finish eating, and were currently laying on their backs, looking up at the bright dots of light.

"Stone." Max replied. He looked at her quizzically. "My mother told me that when the world was still new, the sun was killing the plants with its shriveling intensity, so the Two took it away. But it was too dark, they looked around, and saw a stone glowing a soft silvery colour. They threw it up into the sky where it cracked. One half fell back down to the ground, and bounced, splintering into a thousand different pieces in the process. They flew back into the sky, and stuck there." She stretched out a kink in her back.

They were silent for a moment, listening to the groans, and moans, and hisses of the Mobs. Then, "they didn't find the stone laying there on the ground." Max suddenly said, becoming anxious at the noise. Remembering being in the alcove with nothing to defend herself made her tense, and even though she had an awake God with her, and Charlie didn't seem to be a threat so far, she still felt uneasy.

He looked at her once again, hearing the note of anxiety in her voice. "Where'd They find it?" He asked, trying to distract her from the stressful noises. Nether, even He was getting freaked out, and He could turn to dust and fly away.

"They didn't find it, They made it. They took a normal piece of stone, and a small part of the sun, then somehow squished the sun into the rock," she continued.

"Why is the moon silver if the sun is yellow?"

"Something to do with the rock's natural colour changing the light."

Wither looked back up at the dark night sky. "The Mobs are really bugging you, aren't they?"

"No!" She shouted. "No, they are not. It's fine." She said more calmly.

"You don't look fine," Charlie observed, startling both the Minecrafter and God.

"When did you wake up?" Wither asked.

"What?" Charlie replied. He couldn't understand the weird words that came from the grey man's mouth.

"Wither, he doesn't know what you're saying." Max told her friend at His confused look.

"You understand me." Wither pointed out.

"Yes, With. But I'm special." She explained to the slightly ignorant four year old.

"Hello? Still can't understand this language you two seem so intent on speaking." Charlie interrupted their oh so interesting conversation.

Max sent a glare his way, then turned back to Wither. "Talk like I always do, With."

"Like this?" He said, His tongue stumbling over the foreign words. It had been so long since He had spoken the other language.

Max looked to Charlie to see his reaction. "Okay, what? I can kind of understand him now, but that doesn't matter. How the Nether did he learn so fast?" Charlie was having a hard time comprehending his situation. He wished for the hundredth time that he was back home with his wife and children.

"That is none of your business." Wither told him, not without a hint of malice in His voice.

Max frowned at the God's strange behaviour. She had never seen Him act like this before, He had always been happy and playful, never showing any ill intentions towards anyone. "No matter how rude that was, Wither is right. You do not need to know that."

The captive Minecrafter muttered something unflattering under his breath about 'insane dead people'.

"How are you alive?" Charlie finally said.

Max and Wither shared a strange look. "I've always been alive."

"But you're grey."

"I know. Is that a problem?"

"No, just..." Charlie paused to think on how to explain. "Normally, grey people, are dead people."

"Well I'm not normal."

"I can see that. I think something strange is going on here."

"And I think it's too dark." Max butted into the conversation. They were distracting, but not enough to draw her mind away from the thought of the Mobs. She remembered watching the Mobs kill, tearing off faces, ripping limbs, and exploding all who came too close. Non of those options were a good way to go. And Max preferred to keep her face in death, thank you very much. Wither glanced at her worriedly, He knew she was lying earlier when she said the Mobs didn't bother her. He had never seen her so afraid, she had always been the tough one. Why was she so fearful of the Mobs now?

He pulled out a torch and snapped His fingers, lighting it instantaneously. He placed it on the soft mushroom top, looking at Max to see her relax.

All. She needed to talk to It without Charlie knowing, so she didn't speak out loud.

Yes, Max?

Are you afraid of the Mobs?

The question caught It off guard. Why do you ask?

I am not afraid of them. Never have been, even when I thought of them as illusions of my mind. Which makes it very weird that I fear every little sound now. It could only mean that your emotions are leaking into my own again.

There was silence for a moment. Then, I do not fear the monsters that you are thinking of, but those unknown. I apologize for harming you, my Akroatis.

"Don't call me that." Max accidentally growled aloud. Charlie gave her an odd look, but she ignored him. She felt her muscles un-tense as the unwelcome emotion was purged from her mind.

Great, Charlie thought, crazy mode again. He was getting tired of this, he just wanted to go home. He looked up to the sky, but his eyes caught on something. He looked closer at Wither's face, and gasped. He tried to bow, but the chains restrained him, so he just fell on his face.

"What?" Max said as the soft thump! of his nose hitting the mushroom distracted her from All. Charlie just mumbled something, his face still stuck in the fungus cap. She sighed, grabbed him by the back of his neck, and pulled him up.

"My Lord."

"What?" Wither said.

"You're a God, are you not?"

"Er- yes. Why does that matter?" Wither was extremely confused.

Both males looked to Max to explain. "Why do I always have to-" she sighed, accepting her fate to be the one to always clear everything up. "Wither, usually people respect Gods by calling them Lord or Lady. Charlie, Wither has been living with me in solitude so He is not accustomed to-"

Run.

"Huh?" Max paused her explanation at the command.

Go, now. You are in danger.

"And why should I listen to you?" She was annoyed that All thought It could order her around.

If you do not find higher ground,you will die.

"Good enough for me. Wither, help me grab everything."

"Wha?" He responded to her suddenly snatching everything in sight, and stuffing it into a bag.

"No time!" She could hear crashing at the edge of her hearing. Wither saw how desperate she was, and broke up into smaller versions of Himself, packing everything away. Just as He finished, Max saw the beast that created all that noise.

It stood as tall as the mushroom and had dark green skin. Beady yellow eyes peered above gaping maw. Its teeth were pointed and lopsided. A loincloth hung beneath its giant potbelly. In its hands it held a large hammer which it used to smash its way through the previously peaceful forest. Its eyes narrowed when it spotted the group atop the mushroom. When it roared the gold earrings that was hanging from its long ear jangled

Mob: Ogre (from Mo' Creatures)