"Your damn master can go burn himself."

Hunter returned the pickaxe he'd used to the rack, which held many of them, and then turned and scowled at her. "Since your life is in my Master's hands, I would advise that you do not say these types of things."

"My life? In someone else's hands?" Nether laughed almost manically at the absurdity of the idea.

"I do not see what is so comical about it. I believe you will not be laughing so much when you see who my Master is."

Nether looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "I know who he is, dimwit. You are the literally brainless one, remember?"

"No, I don't." Hunter's face was expressionless. "How can I possibly remember anything if, as you say, I have no brain?" He turned away. "Now, hurry up. He doesn't like to be kept waiting."

Nether followed Hunter through a maze of corridors and small rooms and big rooms.

Nether amused herself by looking around. Hunter had a sword on his back, which, despite being clearly old and used, was obviously very well cared for. There were several banners on the walls, armour stands, and basically every type of unneeded decoration. The walls were mostly made of sandstone, but there were blocks of precious gems built in as well. There were at least three paintings in every room.

Finally, the winding corridors opened into a huge domed room made entirely of precious gems. Modest.

At the end opposite to the door there was a large throne. It was made of chiselled sandstone and was encrusted with emeralds. Again, modest.

Sitting on the throne was somebody she knew all too well.

"How are you, Nether?" Sun asked in a perfectly normal tone of voice.

Nether stepped up to him and punched him on the nose.

And in an ineffably different place...

"Nether?"

Dragon shook his head at Dynamite. "Stop. You're being irrational. She's gone. Yelling her name won't change that."

"But where?" Nether was horrible to her, but for some inexplicable reason, tears were forming in Dynamite's eyes.

"If I knew that we wouldn't be talking about it, would we?"

Dynamite groaned. "I'm going to the village."

"Why would Nether be in the village?"

"Good point," sighed Dynamite.

She kicked her shoe against a burnt tree stump. "What do you think she's doing right now?"

Dragon smirked. Just slightly. "If I know anything about either of them, she's kicking Sun's butt."

Dynamite laughed in spite of herself.

"Far as I know, the sun is a large flaming ball of gas."

Dynamite turned. "Oh, just great!"

Seb stood there casually, watching Dragon and Dynamite.

"What do you want?" Dynamite yelled.

"To know why you three set everything on fire. Duh."

"Oh God."

Dragon sighed. "It involved several factors, none of which are anything related to your business."

Seb looked at them both, his eyes flicking from Dragon to Dynamite and back again.

"Have you seen Nether?" Dynamite burst out suddenly.

"The crazy angry lady? Nope."

Dynamite sighed. "Bug off then."