Honestly, Nether was such an idiot. Were they trying to stay inconspicuous or what? No way would Sun ever see them now! The forest was in utter freaking flames!

Dynamite groaned and ruffled Kym's fur.

Kym whined. The fire was getting painfully hot.

"She's going to set our home one fire. What do you think of that, Kym?" Dynamite asked.

Kym lay on the grass, tongue rippling in the wind. The fire roared.

"Stop it Nether! You aren't helping anything!" Dynamite yelled.

The shadow in the centre of the fire turned its head and stared at Dynamite. She shrugged nonchalantly. "There's a village that I 'work at' -in quotation marks- not far from here. It has a pretty extensive library. We could, you know, do some productive research and stuff. Or not. Your choice.

The fire relaxed and lowered. Nether raised an eyebrow, waiting for Dynamite to get up.

Her eyes were definitely white.

Dynamite caught Nether staring. Her face changed into a thundercloud. "Don't you dare ask or Kym and I will attack. At the same time. And I have potions."

"Oh really?" Nether bit. 'That's nothing on me, honey. I created-"

She bit her lip. No Ghasts anymore.

Dynamite started off into the trees, making motions for Nether to stay where she was.

When she returned, she was wearing iron armour again over her tracksuit. Her sword was buckled at her side and she carried a small pouch a little like the one Nether carried.

Nether raised her eyebrows. Dynamite glared. "You learn to be prepared. Most of the villagers are majorly prejudiced."

Dynamite quickly turned away after this cryptic speech, but not so quickly that Nether didn't notice the tears shining in her eyes.

It took half a day to get to that village. Half a day. Nether was still in a mood to label everything as stupid, Dynamite had lapsed into silence, walking stiffly and staring ahead, and of course Dragon didn't say anything, he just gawked at stuff, so there was silence all the way. Nether swore in her mind for most of it. Eventually, eventually, the village appeared on the horizon. When Nether glanced at Dynamite, her eyes were blue again.

"That's the one." Dynamite said, grimly. "Keep on your guard. They don't like me." she unconsciously brushed her hand against her face, and the many small scars on it.

When they weren't far away, Dynamite reached into the pouch by her side and drew out a small, red packet/stick thing.

Nether didn't recognise it, but Dragon looked troubled. "You carry those around?"

Dynamite glanced at him. "It's in my job description."

Dragon frowned. "You're a griefer?"

Dynamite looked at him. "No. I guard the village." A sour smile tweaked at her lips. "But the villagers aren't pleased at having a curse for a defender, so I have had to resort to getting the pay they won't give me other ways."

Dragon nodded. "I see."

Dynamite looked at him with an odd expression. Then she raised her chin and strode on faster than before. Nether followed, taking a few seconds to match her pace.

"SHE"S COMING!" somebody screamed. Doors slammed. People ran.

Dynamite sighed. "Every time," she murmured wistfully. "But…" She returned to business. "Library's over there," she pointed. "The librarian really hates me. Maybe best if I don't-"

"You've been in a library before. We haven't. Come on."

Dynamite groaned. "Fine. But don't blame me if he goes crazy."

The first words when they went inside: "You carry that stuff around just in case?"

Dynamite looked at the boy behind the table. "Why wouldn't I?" she asked. "And where's your father?"

"Where's your father?" asked a crabbed, oldish man crouching in a corner with a massive book.

"I've told you and told you that he. Is. Dead."

"Herobrine doesn't die." The man snapped.

"Lay off me." Dynamite spoke coolly, and only Dragon noticed the way her eyebrows knit slightly. "Just let me get a book."

They all sat there, all the day and through the night. A few times Dynamite dropped off, as did the crabby man and the boy, who looked about Dynamite's age.

Nothing, nothing, nothing.

Finally, the next morning, Dynamite's eyes had skin that was purple underneath them. "I couldn't find anything."

"It was a stupid idea!" Nether fumed. "Why would anyone write a book on how to get your flaming dimension back? You idiots don't even know us Guardians exist for the most part." She slapped the book down on the floor and rushed out through the door.

Dragon continued browsing through his book.

"Guardians?" asked the boy at the table.

Dynamite turned to him and glared.