Chapter 15

Hello my fellow readers. I am back with Chapter 15 of The Fall of Minecraftia! OMG! I am so sorry for keeping you all waiting, getting back to school is hard, especially for my last year, so I don't know how much I'll be able to post, but that doesn't matter. I will never stop writting my stories for the people who love to read them, so go ahead and read on! I look forward to your reviews and what you think of this new chapter.

A little while ago...

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He mentally face-palmed himself. 'Well, SHIT.'

She looked at him expectantly. "Well? Have at it, I'm dying to know why you think my father is stupid." He had to be honest, despite being at least a few hundred years old and not easily frightened or intimidated, she was the first person to give him the creeps. It seemed like Master Herobrine was against him as well, as sparks were jumping off her skin and making the air smell strongly ozone.

'Don't give away too much, you idiot.' He turned to look at her now electrified silver eyes, gathering his shocked courage. "For me it was easy to deduct, as...eh...I noticed how he treats his citizens." She gave him a questioning look that also held confusion and curiosity. "You do know of the kings plan, yes?" She looked away and nodded. "I figured that for now, during his reign, if his plan goes accordingly, then he will be able to reclaim a portion of the glory he thought was lost. However, by doing so, when the citizens finally catch wind of his plans it will cause drastic consequences to, not just your kingdom, but every other kingdom as well." She eyed him cautiously.

"Liiiiike what?" She inquired. He could tell she was having ideas, but nothing compared to what he believed would happen to the kingdoms.

"War, most likely." He said, trying to keep his face from revealing too much and he eventually looked away. "Which will lead to the end of your era. The kingdoms will literally destroy each other to the point that the brothers will be forced to interfere."

She chuckled, but it was very low, as if she was forcing herself to laugh. "Is it that bad? I mean, what could the brothers do to stop a war between the seven kingdoms? It would be impossible."

"You're right. It would be impossible." He said, obviously catching her off guard. She was stunned and smiled in victory, but then it dropped rather quickly with his next statement. "However, I never said they were merciful." Her silver eyes widened, possibly in realization and she looked away again. "Well, I never said both were merciful, but you can always hope."

"Hold on." Her tone of voice made him twitch and tense, which she saw. "Does that mean you know them? And another thing, how do you know of my father's plans?" He was about to ask what she meant, but she forged on ahead, not giving him time to answer. "Judging by what you said, I can assume you either witnessed the same events happen, which I strongly doubt, or you know them to a certain degree. So, which one is it, Gideon?"

'SHIT! How did she find out? I haven't told anybody in at least 200 years, easy! So, how the HELL does she know?' He managed to keep a straight face, but sweat was pouring down his face like a river and it certainly seemed to amuse her for some odd reason. Sparks jumped from her skin and he tried to look unfazed. Either that or he was reading her emotions wrong, which wouldn't surprise him.

He tried to think of a way to make a comeback, to protect both himself and the girl from future harm, but then the strangest thing that could've happened to him in his entire life appeared right in front of him. It took him a moment to identify the creature as it put a cloaked figure on the bed beside Solana before stepping back and looking at him with squinty green eyes.

The green skin... The small hints of ominous black fog... An obvious bond between human and beast... It started coming back to him then. He remembered the things he had committed when he was King, the things people thought were good deeds... Beside him, he heard Solana remove the cloak from the man's face and gaped in surprise, putting her hand over her mouth as tears rimmed her eyes.

"Steve?" Her hands started to shake as she reached out to him.

The greened skinned entity was looking at him with his narrowed eyes, glaring at him in a dark manner. As if he knew him from somewhere. Looking at him as if he knew him personally. Like he knew him and hated him. What was this creature? Or rather..

Who was he?

"Steve? Wake up. I'm waiting for you to get up, silly."

He blinked a few times, wondering what was happening and where he was. His field of vision was dark and felt hostile, but he felt something else too. He knew someone was there watching him and it felt comforting, even if he didn't know who was watching over him. Maybe it was Greenscale, or maybe it was the unknown footsteps from the cave.

"Wake up, silly. Breakfast is just about ready."

Tensing up at the voice, he blinked again and slowly, the light returned to his eyes and he looked around. He could see the light of the sun shining through the small windows of what looked like a well kept house. The sweet smell of pine filled his nostrils and above that he could smell the mouth watering smell of cooking beef and eggs.

Slowly, he got up and felt a small pain in his head, but it soon cleared as he took a few tentative steps towards an open door that led into a brighter and seemingly more open area. As he was walking out, he saw a figure, one he recognized too well, kneeling down by a furnace to check on something cooking inside. His legs trembled and his hands shook. It was really him. It wasn't fake. It couldn't be. The figure slowly turned around and Steve almost burst out in tears.

"Steve, are you alright?" He asked, looking up from the furnace and walking up to him. Without saying anything, Steve wrapped his arms around his brother and buried his face in his shoulder. Still in silence, he hugged him back, knowing something was on his mind. Putting his own head on Steve's shoulder, he whispered. "Steve, what's wrong? You seem upset over something."

"Not much is wrong, I just wanted to see you again. That's all. You have no idea how much I've missed you, Cas." Steve whispered back. He hugged his brother a little tighter before letting him go enough to look at him square in the eye. In general, he looked just the same as before. His white shirt always hung loose on his thin frame and his black pants still looked too large for him. His eyes were still just as clear as the oceans, especially with the sun shining off them and they always made his hair seem to stand out even more.

"Steve, can I ask you a question?" His brother asked. He nodded, unable to speak in fear of bursting out in tears. "Who's Greenscale?" His expression almost dropped. 'How did he know of Greenscale?' His brother looked at him with a sad, and somewhat pained expression.

"What is it?" He croaked out. Did he somehow offend his brother? What did he do to make him so sad?

"Don't worry, it's not your fault Steve. Since that night, I've been able to see and hear a lot of things that would surprise you. Can I know who Greenscale is? You've been talking in your sleep lately and I've hear you say that name a few times now." His brother stepped back a bit and gave Steve a soft encouraging smile.

"Well, Greenscale is a friend of mine that I met in the caves near my house. He saved me from assassins a few times and even healed my wounds."

"Healed your wounds? Is your friend some sort of god?" Cas asked, leading Steve to the table and going to check on the food. He then came back with two plates filled with cooked eggs and beef. This question caught Steve off guard. Well, Greenscale was a mob of the night, and Steve doubted that he could heal wounds such as the one he had when Greenscale found him. "I see. So your friend is a mob. Is he an Endermen?" It didn't sound like Cas was upset, just very curious.

"Yeah. How did you know?" Steve asked. Where was Cas going with this? Could it be that he knew Greenscale? What if he did? "I call him Greenscale just because of his appearance, but he said he was alright with it."

"A talking Endermen with scaled green skin. Interesting, so he came after all." He whispered, mostly to no one in particular. Did Casroth know of the Endermen beforehand? What if he did? "Steve, I don't know your friend as you do, so I can't judge him in a negative way. However, can I ask you a serious question?" He nodded, unprepared for what was going to happen.

"Sure, shoot." His brother sighed and slowly moved his head to the side, as to avoid eye contact. He was still as he whispered words Steve never suspected to hear from the man he came to know as a brother. Words that haunted him. Words he dreaded to hear.

"Do you know the real reason why I died?"

She was freaking out and quite literally. Her hands shook so bad that she had a hard time wiping her teary eyes, her eyes were wide and wild as she looked down upon the man's face and above all, rain had started pouring down at an incredible speed and it looked as if a storm was brewing. A few times, he swore he saw large string of sparks fly off her skin before dissipating in the air.

"Solana? Are you alright?" Gideon asked. He had seen her face when she had removed the hood from the man's face. At first, he almost had a heart attack as well, as he had first thought the man was Master Herobrine, but he quickly realized that the man was a different person. Solana had seemed to recognize him quickly enough and had even said the name 'Steve'.

"No...No I'm not alright. I know him. He's a dear friend of mine." She started to calm down, but it seemed obvious that she was having a hard time dealing with it. Something was up. What could've happened to make her so emotional like this?

"Then shouldn't you be happy that he's here and you can see him? I don't understand your strong reaction to this." The Endermen looked at her with squinty emerald green eyes in a suspicious manner, then looked at Gideon. Why was he looking at them that way? Did he know something?

"I don't know." She paused, letting herself try and calm down while catching her breath. "Back at the castle..." She stopped and put her face in her hands, but peeked through to see the man's face again before hiding her face again. What was wrong with her?

"Solana! Tell me, why are you crying so much? I don't understand! He's here now, isn't he?" He snapped, trying to solve whatever mystery lay beneath the surface. He was trying to find what connection they had with each other and why she was so emotional. It bothered him to no end that she wasn't coming out with a straight answer.

Finally she snapped in return, the strong smell of ozone filling the room in a mere instant and sparks jumping off her skin. "It's because I saw him back at the castle. I saw his corpse hanging off the wall with a sword sticking out of his chest right outside my father's throne room! My father told me he was murdered by Herobrine, but I suspect he arranged it himself for him to be killed! That's why I know him. He was my closest friend and by far the nicest. That's why I'm emotional, Gideon! It's because I'm seeing a man I thought was dead still living and breathing in front of my very eyes!"

He stared in shock as she sunk back down and wept quietly, looking at the man and reaching out to brush a few strings of hair out of his eyes. He had no idea it was something like this. Now his thoughts wandered everywhere. A man who's supposed to be dead, but is still breathing, a talking Endermen with deadly black fog and green skin, his as well as the brother's return... What was going on in the world?

Another thing was nagging his mind. Was there a reason why Master Herobrine chose this talking green scaled Endermen as his henchmen? Was there a reason why he chose Gideon's greatest enemy? How did he even become friend with man, when man was the one to drive his species to near extinction?

Just who was this 'Steve' person?

Just outside the window, shrouded in the rain and the fog, a man with glowing white eyes stared at the house in amusement. Things were going just as he thought, but the only problem was that they were all either curious, suspicious, had hatred for each other or even wanted to solve a mystery about a loved one.

"Well, I can't say it wasn't fun." He mused to himself. He looked into the window, seeing the Endermen watching Gideon closely, as well as the princess Solana as they both looked at Steve with confusion and suspicion written all over their faces. "However, I might have overdone it with the lightning. It doesn't seem like she's noticed it yet, or if she has, doesn't know how to control it. What a pity."

He looked at all of them, then to the man on the bed. He was interesting all right. "And it seems like he's uncovering the real reason to. Another motivation for him to kill the king before his plan goes into action."

He turned his attention towards the now bickering group. It was quite surprising, as they were already arguing between themselves. Gideon obviously felt uncomfortable around the Endermen, as it was his greatest nemesis, and the princess seemed to believe him as a friend of hers, saying that if he was a friend of Steve's, then he was a friend of hers. What a weird logic. The Endermen seemed to be uncomfortable with that logic and tried to camouflage himself in a dark corner.

"I will see how this turns out. If anything goes wrong with our initial plan, I will have no choice but to intervene and do it my way." He said, louder than before. "Hear that, Brother?"

'Yes, I heard you. But just to remind you, you came up with the initial outline of the plan and most of its actions. If anything goes wrong, you will have to deal with it unless absolutely nothing can be done. Do you understand that last part? It's important.'

He flashed away from the small cottage and reappeared in a dark and dry environment. A single Standing Stone stood in front of him with a small necklace on it. "Yeah, I heard you. I get it. Well, I'll try and get things moving. It's getting a little boring."

'Don't make a move on them, or else you risk dealing with the king. If they know where you are or know where you've been then-'

"I know." He growled. "Don't worry, I'll only steer them in the right direction and keep myself hidden at all times."

'Do I have your word for it?'

"Yessss." He groaned, raising his hand and face-palming himself. What a worrier. Sometimes he hated working things out with his brother. He just worried too much.

'Thank you. I appreciate it, Brother.'

"No problem. Just don't worry so much over me. I can take care of myself, you know that." He stated.

'Yes, but after having been nearly killed, I can't help but worry over my little brother. It's only natural to care for a sibling and a loved one.' He was silent for a while, staring into the letters engraved on the stone with wonder.

"I promise I'll be careful, Brother." He said, and this time he meant it. He could almost see his brother's smile and smiled himself. After a while, he heard no response from his brother and assumed he had left the conversation. At least he was out of harm's way. He ran his fingers over the Standing Stone and sighed before teleporting away into the storm.

Well, I've got to say, this is a pretty cool chapter. I like it, to be honest. I'm sorry it took a little bit of time to write, but don't worry. I'll never give up on my stories no matter what, so don't bite my head off. By the way, I want to know what you guys think will happen. I'm kind of curious. Anyhoot, see you all later!

-NilakantaDragonQueen619 - The one and only.