The King: ... You know the drill. I own nothing. Also Minecraft Universe from this moment on will be called by his real name Jason. Also I don't think I going to do Skyrim as the third story cause I don't play it much anymore. And Hunter, I know that you want Ender to have the Big Bertha, I'm going to try to find away in order to get it to him, and you didn't need to tell me how it is made. And besides, he wont even need the sword when I'm done with him. Because once the final showdown comes... ulp... I think I've said too much.

Oh and in that second post about new OC's or whatever, I have been thinking about adding the Skeleton King however that character feels more like a Queen than a king.

Also the eight elements... from what you requested you want me to turn this thing into a Skylands thing... it might turn out to being something with eight different elements so if you read this chapter you will see something like that since the next sword is Dragon based, but do know that this series isn't going to stay in the Minecraft and Dragon Realms. There are other blades in other worlds you know.

And finally you said, "And finally could you make it so that some of the hostile mobs aren't evil. Like for one of that you don't have to add, "several Enderlords and many ender knights who were exiled before Ender became human once more" are trying to fight back against Ender and "rest"." I don't really know who your talking about, are you talking about the endermen or are you talking about the people that were his knights before he was sealed in the End. If you were talking about endermen I have no clue, but the second choice has got me thinking and it could work, I just need to be more decisive on things so they don't turn out like the prequel did and I have to explain every thing.

Chapter 7

Captured in a Steaming Silo

"Well well well, what do we have here? A troop of rebels planing to take me out?"

Steambath walked around the captured Minecraftians and dragoness. Each one of them had a griefer behind them holding them back, except for Cynder who was being held down. "I was hoping for something more, creative than this. I should thank those rodents, without their help the author would've had an inconsiderable amount of writers block."

Steambath looked at dragoness being held down. Cynder growled at Steambath making him chuckle, "Growl all you want, you won't be here for too long."

He then turned back to the Minecraftians, "Now tell me one of you... What do you have against a new world order, an order of which griefers like I can thrive on destruction like in the olden days of uncontrollable flares of fiery chaos made by a simple flint and steel. You have this goal of stopping me but the tables have turned and it was I who has stopped you." Each of the Minecraftians being held back suddenly adopted a look of hate and anger. "My my, you have such unique skins, but regal appearance does not make you great, unlike me that is. Heh heh heh heh. Face the facts chumps, once my beauty launches, the land will be but a mere canvas for evil to rule and I am the one who will begin it all. What do you have to say to that?"

"I say your fat ugly thief you Gaylord!" Lox yelled.

Steambath gasped not believing what he had heard, "UGH! You moronic piece of fecal matter. How dare you use my name in vane and out of context! Oh, you will feel my wrath, you incompetent shrew!"

"Well what are ya going to do?"

"Lox don't..." Sky was about to say but was cut off by Steambath turning to him and saying, "Silence you buffoon!" Then turned back to Lox, "There is a plethora of options, ma ha ha ha, I could have you be cut in half with a laser... but that is cliche, overdone, and in the past. I will think of something though." He looked at the griefer holding Lox back, "Take this rouge ruffian to the presidential suite."

"Huh?" The griefer holding muttered.

Steambath rolled his eyes, "Throw him in a cell."

"Oh, why didn't you say so."

"I did but you don't understand ye olde english."

The griefer started taking Lox away but not before kicking him, "Ouch, let me go..." Lox's voice mumbled as he was taken out the room.

"And as for the rest of you, I have to say, you all look like you could use a fresh new experience. Well we have just that. Take them to the test chambers, I will meet you all there later."

As they were taking them out of the room he said, "Leave the dragon. I need her for you know who."

The griefers dropped Cynder and left the room. Once Cynder got her footing, she charged at the griefer leader, but when she pounced Steambath teleported right before her eyes. When she landed she turned around to see Steambath behind her.

Steambath laughed and said, "I knew you would do that, they warned me about you."

Cynder growled back at him, "Who do you think you are!"

"Haven't you learned nothing! I am Gaylord Steambath, I am the leader of the Bloody Pickaxes, you are but a peasant to my greatness, and DID YOU JUST TALK!"

"Yeah why wouldn't I?"

"Hmm... interesting. Anyway there is nothing you can do know but wait. You had your chance to stop me and you blew it. Now if you don't mind..." He spun a chair around and faced it toward Cynder, "... please take a seat."

'I guess there is no way out of this.' Cynder thought to herself and got up on the chair and sat.

A large screen came out from the middle of the table slowly. The sceen turned on when it came to its full height. On screen was Ender sitting in his throne. "How do you do, oh powerful one? My men have finally captured your escaped black dragoness."

"Excellent, excellent you have certainly have earned my respect and supplies." Ender said.

"Thank you sir." Steambath said while bowing.

"Now if you kindly leave the room, I would like to have a talk with the dragoness alone."

"Take all the time that you need." Steambath went to the end of the room and opened a secret passageway to somewhere unknown and closed the door behind him.

Ender looked at Cynder through the screen, "Well well well, in my grasp again I see."

"Shut up Ender! I not going to get dragged back all the way to your stupid base, no matter how many bounty hunters you send, there is nothing you can do... to... to..." She saw something moving next to Ender, "... who's that?"

"Oh no one that important." Ender lied, "Just some old acquaintance of yours who has been just dieing to see you again."

Cynder's heart started to race, "No... you... you didn't!"

"Oh but I did." Cynder couldn't believe her eyes, what she thought that he would do with the information she gave him was right.

"Hello Cynder." Malefor said.

Meanwhile back at Warfang...

The three guardians were looking through there library for a book that could tell them more about the second blade. "... no... no... maybe later... ah!" Cyril said pulling out a book.

"You found it. Good. Now let's find out where this blade could be." Terrador said.

"Imagine the unexplainable yet exaggerating abilities that this blade adumbrates." Volteer said with a flick of the tongue.

"Did you understand any of that?" Notch asked walking into the library with Jeb and Dinnerbone.

"Any reason you came to see us?" Cyril asked.

"We are needing to have the use of your so called pool of visions for a certain ritual to help Steve understand the truth about our world." Jeb said.

"The pool of visions isn't really open to individuals and the public, besides we doubt you would be even able to use it since you need the ability to see visions."
Terrador said.

"We aren't really needing it to see a vision from Steve's mind, but to put a vision in to Steve's mind." Dinnerbone said.

"Purposely interpolate a vision into a mind, is that even evidently possible?" Volteer asked.

"It's quite questionable and unlikely, but it could be possible." Cyril said.

"Just promise us you will use it only for your ritual and not for any wild parties, we just had it cleaned." Terrador said.

"We will." Notch said and with that they left the guardians to their business.

"Terrador, the pool has been cleaned for eons, and no one is idiotic enough to contaminate it."

"Have you seen that red bearded dwarf Cyril?"

"Another round... (hic) good sir!" Simon said shaking an empty glass.

"I'm (hic) gonna beat (hic) you!" A mole said also shaking an empty glass.

Steve, Herobrine, Lewis, Bertie, GameChap, Sparx, and Spyro all watched the two in the drink off with several confused and surprised faces.

"This is far beyond Bertie Safety Approved standards." Bertie said.

Simon let out a big burp powerful enough it knock the mole off the chair. Simon got up onto the table shouting, "Yeah I win! I did it! I did it! I..." He collapsed onto the table. The group and everyone else in the (insert your name of food place here) came over to the table.

"Is he okay?" A cheetah asked.

"Hold on, I'm gonna go get a stick!" Sparx yelled, "I want to poke him while he's still down."

"Excellent point." Cyril said.

Terrador skimmed several of the pages of the book, every now and then checking for a clue that might lead them to it. "Hmm... there are many fascinating blades in here yet none of which seem out of the ordinary right... what's this?"

"The Flamberge of the Convexity? Long before the dark master was sealed, a blade filled of a mysterious power as strong as a legendary purple dragon itself appeared in the Convexity." Volteer read off the page.

"Now I have to say, that definitely sounds out of the ordinary." Cyril said.

"No doubt about it, but..." Terrador said.

"But what?"

"It says right here that it was removed from the Convexity by a certain treasure hunter. Yet when he had it in his possession, he found out that the element in the flamberge was too powerful thus hiding it away once more to keep it from falling into the wrong hands."

"Then where did he hide the flamberge?"

"The location is... missing."

"What?" Volteer asked looking over Terrador's shoulder. Cyril looked over as well.

"This book seems to be missing a page." Terrador said.

"Now how are we going to find it." Cyril said.

"Well according to the book the treasure hunter was a mole so we just ask around until one spills the beans."

Meanwhile back at Ender's base...

"This can't be real. Do you even know what you have done!?" Cynder yelled through the screen at Ender.

"Do you even know what I haven't done?" Ender said with a chuckle. "You need to know that somethings need to be done to get ahead of everyone else. Which reminds me, Dave!"

When Dave walked into the room Cynder gasped at his zombified form. Dave sighed and said, "What do you want now."

"Oh dear ancestors." Cynder said. "Dave, what have they done to you?!"

"Simply hell."

"Thanks to his attempt of breaking you out, I had to take drastic measures on him. Thus we had Dr. Nether give him the special treatment."

"You cruel heartless monster!" Cynder yelled.

"Take the time you have left in those labs Cynder, because when you get back I want to have a "personal" talk with you." Malefor said. "See you then."

As the screen showing Cynder turned off, Ender turned to Dave but before he could say anything Emperor Zomb came around the corner and handed a note to Ender and said, "My resignation form."

"Your quitting?!" Ender yelled.

"Of course I am. Something has come up and I have no control of my army anymore. I think it has to do with the Chicken Jockey. I really through my self in the toilet with that."

"Then who's going to control the zombies and skeletons?!" Malefor yelled.

"The Skeleton Queen, who else? Well I'll be off. The Queen will be here by tomorrow. Oh and by the way Dr. Nether wants to have a word with you and General End, something about a teleportation problem with the Endermen, but I thinks not that very important."

As the former Zombie and Skeleton leader left the room, Ender turned to Dave, "Go bug someone else now, I have business to take care of.

"Fine." Once Dave left the room he was greeted by Brian.

"We found Daisy Dave. It doesn't look too good."

"What has Israphel done to her?"

"Nothing yet. In the saloon I heard some mobs talking about Israphel."

"The deadline for the attack is in 5 days, there is a nuke being built, and the army looks better than ever. I think that we could probably win this war." A skeleton said.

"Are you sure? The last two attacks were a complete sham." A spider said.

"We know about the attacks Lyle. And this one will work." A creeper said.

"How do you know?" Lyle asked.

"Well I got word that Israphel is going cast a spell on us creepers and I'm afraid that this might be the last we see each other."

"Say what!?" An enderman said.

"That's... um... uh..." A zombie was saying then the skeleton helped him finish his sentence, "Terrible."

"Terrible! That's right! Terrible!" The zombie said.

"However, the only way to do the spell is to make a sacrifice, a human sacrifice."

"If that's going to happen we need to hurry." Dave said.

Meanwhile back at warfang in Simons and Lewis' room...

"Is he going to be okay Lewis?" Spyro asked.

"Don't worry he has been through this before all he need is a good sleep." Lewis said.

"Well it is getting pretty late. I need to go see Notch he wanted to do something." Steve said.

"Yeah an we haven't slept for days we better get to bed as well old boy." GameChap said.

"See you in the morning guys!" Lewis said as he watched them leave the room. Lewis got into his bed and turned out the light.

The King: Sorry this took so long. Please Review!