Hiya peeps! Next chapter! I don't have much to say, so here you go:

Featherflower: I'm kinda surprised that you didn't just yell at me to hurry up at school… Lol.

MyDimension: I know where I'm going, and it's for me to know and you to find out! *Evil cackle* and again:

I'm terrible at titles, so if any of you have a better idea for the name, plz review or PM me it, because I honestly kind of hate this title. Oh, yeah, "Forgive and Forget" followed by "Secrets, Grudges and Avenging"? Now I sound hypocritical…

So, the offer for a Tobyanna one-shot is still out there… I've got two votes!

Underlined is the White Enderman's language!

Reyanna Pov.

I thought my brain was going to explode from weirdness.

My father was an Enderman? I thought it was a curse, like Zoeya said being Netherborn is. Something that just happened to run in the family for me and Rythian. But still, I wanted explanations for way too many things, so I followed him. Finally, we stopped in a small forest clearing a hundred metres or so from our picnic spot.

"Okay, so what exactly do you need to teach me?" I asked.

"I guess I'll start by explaining what being Enderborn truly means and what challenges you must face, being one." He replied again in the strange buzz.

I sat down on the grass at his gesture. Something tickled at the base of my mind- if the Queen of the End hated us Enderborns; why not kill us right away?

"If the Queen hates Enderborns, why aren't me and Rythian dead?" I asked.

"The Queen cannot kill an Enderborn that simply," He said. "She has much less power here. And honor, of course. What honorable, powerful being destroys a young one in fear of their power? She devised a plan millennia ago, after her first defeat at the hands of Steve. She has always craved more power, more land. Her plan is to test any Enderborn who reaches adulthood. That's all I've ever heard. Have you ever had any, err, anger management issues?"

I was surprised at the apparent change of subject. But he was right.

"Yeah. I've always had a temper." I said. I'd ran away from Lalna's castle after figuring out he'd manipulated me, but forgave him after. I'd lashed out at Rythian when I'd first found him because I felt abandoned after he left a decade.

"Scratch that, I have a big temper." He nodded understandingly.

"It's because of your Ender genes. Endermen have little tolerance for many things. Rage creates a kind of power in your bloodstream. I'm pretty sure Rythian called it Ender-rage. In any case, too much you could essentially go insane and your Enderside could take over if you were sufficiently angered. The Queen will exploit any weakness to make this happen. Normally she attacks physically while taunting you about your faults. I don't know what would happen then- but it could not be good. I know that much."

"Oo-kay." I processed that. At first it just sounded weird, but then it sank in.

"So now it's my turn to make sure that it won't happen." I said quietly. The full weight of this hit me even more. If I failed, the whole world could suffer. At the very least, everyone I cared about could die. Rythian for sure.

"How can I stop the… Ender-rage from getting too powerful?" My voice had hardened in determination.

"It depends on what works for you. Meditation, distracting hobbies, physical activity." I contemplated this. I could never meditate. Hobbies, maybe. Physical activity I could definitely do.

"That sounds like something I can do without much problem." I said.

"You need to lose yourself completely if it's a hobby. Exercising has to be as hard as you can go." He warned.

"Still, I don't want anyone getting hurt. Not my friends, not my family."

"You'll get hurt. Trust me. I doubt she'll kill you, but it won't be pretty. But please remember to have fun and be a kid. You're still young, and the villager's lack of trust in you already stole so much happiness from you. Enjoy your blessings." His expression was genuinely caring, more than I thought an Enderman could express.

"Thank you." I didn't hug him or anything, but as close this chat had been too depressing, I was truly grateful. I resented being left in the dark on anything.

"And Reyanna?" He said as I stood to leave.

"Yeah?" I asked him.

"You will have to tell Rythian about what happened to your mother someday. Just don't take too long."

A bittersweet smile found my lips under my mask.

"I will." I promised.

And we separated teleporting off in different directions.

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I returned to Blackrock with little fuss. Zoeya thought I'd gone for a walk, as did Teep. I told them I wanted to go to bed early, and Zoeya cracked a joke about waffles being worth getting up early. I grabbed a glass of milk and a few blue cookies from the fridge; yes, Rythian agreed to let Zoeya install actual science in the castle.

"Why are those cookies blue?" Asked Rythian, upon noticing the bright colour.

"Zoeya was making the purple frosting when I was baking cookies, and spilt blue food colouring in the cookie dough." I explained. Zoeya cracked up at the memory, and I munched contentedly on my snack before retiring to my room.

I prepared for bed immediately, because I was physically and emotionally drained from this crazy day. I slipped into my bed and fell asleep almost immediately, which is unlike me. And I had the craziest dream.

"Where's my bow?" asked some person I didn't know, heck it could have been me for all I knew. But somehow, I knew it wasn't me, even if I was seeing from their point of view. It had to be a guy, because his voice didn't sound like a girl's. Quickly pulling it out, whoever it was-I decided I would call him, umm, I don't know what to call him! Was crazy. Why? He was in the End. In only iron armour. An explosion rang nearby.

But he, I, whatever, wasn't alone. A bunch of others ran around the End in a mix of iron and diamond armour.

"There we go, I've taken one down." An almost familiar voice said, punctuated by another explosion.

"Whoa!" Another yelled. I didn't know that voice, for sure.

"I feel so excited." Another voice said, and I could no longer tell apart that seemingly familiar voice from the others. Probably, I'd imagined it.

"There, I'm going for the-"

"Come on," the person I was seeing from said, aiming the bow at the Ender dragon. Yep, very crazy. But hey, wasn't I supposed to do that too someday? Or had he been aiming for the crystal just behind and I hadn't noticed?

The Queen retaliated, swooping low and smacking another guy right in front of me. Had he hit it? I wondered.

Suddenly, a loud thump rolled across the noisy End, and a large group of sheep in every colour bounced around in front of me, bouncing to the music coming from various juke boxes now floating in mid-air.

"Aww, come on-"Whoever's voice I'd heard was cut off by my alarm ringing, and I bolted awake, completely and utterly confused.

"I shouldn't eat sugar-filled cookies before bed." I groaned.

Soo, there you peeps go!

Did anyone get the cookies bit? Or the dream?

Spirit, signing off because *bursts into song*

"I'm all alone, learning, how do I craft this again!"

Sorry, I couldn't help it. And no, I don't own anything but Reyanna and the plot!