(Sorry about all the time skipping, I just wanted to get to the DRAMA!)

Chapter 17:

We have a few days till Adam's birthday. We got home a few days ago from the Central City, having stayed for a while. We had a blast! Despite the feeling of skin crawling down my back and a presence lingering in the corner of my vision, everything was just perfect. None of us have even talked about Adam's birthday, and it kind of made me worry that I somehow, after years of knowing him, got the date wrong or something. But his birthday is 3 months before mine, so… I can't be wrong! I still didn't know what to get Adam…

"Home sweet- dusty home!" Ian confirmed with a cough.

"I'll start cleaning." I determined, hauling my stuff to my room. I always did the cleaning, because it was relaxing mainly. As everyone continued to get settled back in after our fun adventure in Central City, I was rushing around cleaning. What do I get Adam…? After about a half hour, I sighed, going back upstairs. My vision instantly shifted to the mirror. I just stood there with my back against the door for the longest time, until I felt my body take a step forward and heard the lock get turned.

~Adam~

"3 months…" I painfully whispered. "I have 3 months…"

"Don't think about it, besides, he seems so happy!" Jerome confirmed.

"I have 3 months, and then he's gone." I continued, sighing as I pulled my bag towards me. I pulled out The End, flipping to the page I'd left off. I was nearing the end of section II; it covered the destruction part of the table of contents.

"Where did you get that?" Ian questioned, looking over my shoulder.

"I found it in a secret compartment in the castle." I responded, closing the book and showing them the front.

"… The end of what?" Mitch asked. I slowly inhaled.

"I think, The End, isn't an ending, but… a place." I confirmed, trying not to sound insane.

"A place? Where?"

"A different world, like Hell. And the funny part… We could go if we knew how to activate the portal we found."

"What portal?" Jerome demanded. I flipped to the page that had the picture, showing them.

"Look familiar?" I suggested.

"Oh fuck." Ian mumbled.

"… Remember when Ty passed out…? And knew that there was something in the pool?" Jerome began, Mitch staying silent, but pale. I narrowed my eyes, nodding. "You don't think… that Ty's been there… do you?"

"Hell no, we'd be able to-" We all got stiff, me because of the familiar aura I was feeling from upstairs.

"Do you feel that too?" Mitch asked as Jerome and Ian nodded.

"How do you guys feel it when you've never felt it before?"

"What do you mean?" Ian worried.

"Before Ty left, every night since we got him I've felt that aura coming from him. His door was always locked and I never knew what he was doing, but none of you ever felt it before. How do you feel it now?" I determined. They shrugged. I got up and went upstairs, the others following me, stopping as I tried the door. Locked. I calmly pressed my ear to the door, closing my eyes.

"- don't understand what you've done to me, but it's getting worse, oh, much worse. What happens when this is done? What will happen to me?" Ty nearly silently talked. No response. Since when did Ty talk to himself? I pulled off as he sighed, rushing everyone downstairs and sitting with a thud.

"What happened?" Mitch questioned.

"Someone did something to him and it's getting worse- what happened?" I informed them.

"Maybe we should forget about it, just worry about it when the time comes." Ian determined. I let out a shaky breath, but agreed nonetheless.

I woke up to a nearly quiet scream, bolting up when I saw Ty wasn't in bed with me. I soon found him kneeled over with his legs folded underneath him, on the ground with his eyes tightly closed, holding his hand to his chest.

"Babe, what happened?" I demanded, making him take in a sharp breath. I wrapped my arms around him, comforting him as he sighed.

"N-nothing, I just… I hit my hand." He stated. I took his hurt hand in mine, but it didn't look hurt, only wet. I didn't question him about it, even if he didn't look hurt at all. "Thanks for worrying." He added, burying his face in my chest. I chuckled, holding him closer.

"How could I not?" I buried my face into his hair, breathing in the still wonderful scent, despite his hair being completely dirty. When was the last time he took a shower? I pulled us up and dragged us back to the house, falling onto the couch and pulling him down with me. We laid there, Ty on top of me for the longest time. He reached down and kissed me, his hands roaming my stray locks of hair while mine held his hips, pressing them to mine. Ty licked my bottom lip, and I gladly let him roam my mouth, letting him dominate, but still playing with his tongue. He brought his head closer, pulling my head closer as well, deepening the kiss further and making me moan.

I slipped a hand down his hip, to his thigh, sitting up enough to lean myself against the arm of the couch as I pulled him closer, causing him to straddle me. He sat gently in my lap, removing his hands from my hair and rubbing them up and down my covered chest slowly, firmly. We broke for air, panting as we stared each other in the eye, Ty pressing his forehead to mine.

"Happy birthday…" He mumbled, kissing my lips one last time with a small smile.

"Happy birthday indeed." I responded, sitting up and pulling us back together, Ty's back against the back of the couch, continuing our make out session. Ty moaned, once more running his hands tightly threw my hair, eventually just letting his arms lazily hang around my neck, us being too close together to keep his hands in my hair. We were too distracted by the other to notice the newlyweds and Ian standing there watching. Ian cleared his throat as the newlyweds snickered at us. We jumped.

"Bedroom's upstairs." Ian informed us. I laughed, picking Ty up and rushing us upstairs. I closed and locked my bedroom door with ease, pinning Ty to the bed and continuing where we left off. Now, Ty seemed… hesitant. I slowly pulled away, staring down at him with confusion. He didn't make eye contact, looking everywhere but at me.

"Ty, babe, what's wrong?" I softly asked, hovering above him.

"I'm sorry…" He muttered, his voice cracking as he hid his face.

"No, Ty, it's ok." I assured him, quickly hugging him, lying beside his small form.

"I'm sorry…" He repeated. "I'm pathetic…" He added as I felt tears dampen my shirt.

"It's ok, I don't care." I insisted, kissing his forehead. He didn't answer. "… Does it have something to do with your secret?" He took in a sharp breath, tensing up. "It does…" I determined. "Why won't you tell me?" I breathed against his ear. He shuddered.

"B-because… b-because I can't." He declared, engulfing himself with my warmth. I hummed.

"That's alright; I don't want to force you to do anything; you can tell me when you don't want to do something Ty." We just stayed in each other's embrace, comfortable and happy.

"They're outside the door." He whispered in my ear. I laughed.

"Go away horn hounds!" I yelled playfully.

"Shut up!" Jerome replied as they rushed off. Ty laughed.

"Happy birthday." Ty once more stated, kissing my cheek. I laughed.

"Ty, can I ask you something?" I started, my heart rate increasing as I sat up, not letting it show.

"Anything." He joyfully piped. Oh Ty…

"Do you feel happier lately? You seem it." Ty's smile dropped just the slightest bit, but he brought all the happiness back and nodded.

"Definitely, you've been making me feel like I'm all that you need in the world lately and I love it." He piped. He thought…

"That's great, I'm glad you've noticed." I kissed his forehead, entering his head for a split second, pulling out when I pulled back. I only needed a second. His mind was racing with thoughts of marriage. Oh Ty… I didn't mean to make you sad.

~Ty~

Just a week till my birthday. A week and I'm freaking the fuck out. No, I'm not excited. Because I'm not able to think about my birthday at all with my body fucking sore everywhere! I mean seriously, I barely want to move and I'm freaking Adam out. Everyone, in fact. My door is locked and my eye is twitching badly, as I'm now staring wide eye at the dragon ears present on my head. Dragon ears. They twitch at the slightest sound; I can hear the sheep dying in the forest, 5 miles away. Ok, so maybe the sheep is down the road, but I swear I'd never have heard it if these stupid things weren't on my head.

I'm standing here, staring at a reflection, only in boxers. The scales have completely covered my wings, tail, arms, chest, stomach, and legs. They haven't started up my neck, but I can feel them starting too. I can! I'm not crazy! My hair is longer and it seems even darker now as well, if that's even possible. The purple in my eyes is glowing brighter than ever before and my teeth are sharper than before as well! My claws aren't any bigger, because, I mean, they're already huge as hell, I don't need them any bigger anytime soon!

"TY IF YOU DON'T OPEN THE DOOR I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL BREAK IT DOWN!" Adam roared, snapping me out of my trance. I dressed, put my bracelet on, and calmed down.

"One… Two… Thre-" I swung the door open, faking a yawn as I stretched. "Oh, were you sleeping? I'm so sorry." Adam softly muttered to me, his voice turning sweet and gentle as he hugged me. I snuggled into him, my hearing still messed the fuck up from these new ears, but I'll figure it out later. He picked me up and rushed us downstairs, starting conversation with everyone. I felt the invisible dragon ears twitch, focusing on something I'd never heard before. Like… something in the air…

~?~

He still hasn't noticed me? Pfft! I do say, that's completely and utterly rude! You don't ignore someone that's part of the family council! GOD. The man, Hero, I believe the other called him; he's twitching, OH, how lovely! So dramatic, he can't find the file! What file, you ask? Why, the one I happened to toss into my fireplace as fuel! Yes, that file! I'm glad you remember!

"A day… We have… A day…" Hero stated, twitching as the older held him, comforting him.

"Calm down, you'll cause a storm." The older calmly asked.

"Yes, a storm indeed, my, what a day that would be!" I chirped, appearing upside down, hanging from the shelf.

"Who are you, how did you get in here?" The older demanded as guards were instantly surrounding us 3. I gasped.

"I've been here for years and you just realize I'm here?! I thought you were pretending not to notice me! Ugh, people…" I made a face. They didn't seem amused, more pissed off if you ask me.

"Take him out of here." Hero hissed.

"Ah ah ah, I wouldn't do that." I warned with a cheerful voice, making the guards pause and glance back to their superiors.

"And why not?" The older demanded.

"Because I have information you could use." I stated, looking over my nails, small claws actually.

"I am Notch, what could you possibly offer-"

"Deadlox. I could offer you Deadlox. It's funny, I burned his file years ago and you didn't even realize you'd lost a record." I concluded, looking back to their shocked faces with a devious smile. "All I ask is… a few terms."

"Sit." Hero calmly asked, pulling out a chair and sitting back in his own, both men seeming calm. I dropped from the shelf, using magic to flip myself over and land in the chair without making a sound. I folded my arms, leaning forward on the table and waiting. "What are your terms?"

"You don't want to know who Deadlox is?" I childishly demanded, making a face. They glanced at each other.

"Of course we do. But what are your terms?" Notch questioned. I held out my hand, a picture appearing between my fingers. They couldn't see it.

"What's funny is that Deadlox came to this castle. He's already been inside." They took in sharp breaths as my smile turned cocky. "In fact, do these boys look familiar? One of them is Deadlox." I turned the picture around, waving it gently back and forth as they stared at it, pale.

"That's my son." Hero hissed.

"And Deadlox has lived with him since he was little. Oh, but you didn't learn their real names, only the names they go as."

"What game are you playing?" Notch coldly started, narrowing his eyes.

"Simple. You don't know who Deadlox is, but I do. I need to do something to him, and then he's all yours. You're both powerful, in fact, with a touch, you could sense his aura, so all you have to do is shake his hand, touch his shoulder. Simplicity itself."

"What's the damn catch?" Hero growled. I chuckled, letting my hair cover my eyes.

"If you, per say, go to your sons house and take Deadlox before I do what needs to be done to him, then I'll kill you." My voice turned cold as ice when I stated the last few words, and they simply laughed. I growled. "You do realize I'm only 10 years younger than Ender, right?" I snapped, pulling Hero up to my face as I stood. He seemed pale. I dropped him, sitting without a sound, even if a thud should have rang out from how hard I hit the chair. They were both silent. "Those are my terms. I get to do what's needed, I teleport back here right after it's done, you go get him, lock him in the dungeon, don't kill him immediately, let me talk to him again-"

"Whoa whoa, wait, where did the other terms come from?" Notch interrupted.

"If I don't do what's needed, you'll never be able to sense his aura, do you want to find him or not?!" I quietly screamed. They sighed, nodding. "You don't kill him immediately, let me talk to him, and then you can do whatever you want with him. Those are my terms." I finished without interruption. They looked at each other, then nodded.

"Ok, but you come right back." Hero ordered as I smiled, getting up.

"Would I lie to the god of hell?" I chuckled. Yes. I turned, walked from the room with a grin on my face. I'd so lie to you, you fucking murderer… As I left the room, closing the door behind me, I teleported to the foot of Sky's bed, the two of them asleep, what, the time being 3am and all. "Hmn, walk with me tomorrow Deadlox. Walk with me." I hummed, leaving the room.

I walked downstairs, sat at the table, pretended to eat a meal given by the Mitch, who will surprise Jerome tomorrow with a meal, which tastes great by the way, Mitch. After that, I left the house, shutting the front door behind me as I followed the path down a forest trail. Deadlox will take a walk and everyone will go with him because it'll be his birthday. I walked back into the plains, the path having led there. There seemed to be nothing for miles on end, especially after the forest disappeared. Deadlox will lead everyone to this spot, and then he'll stop and suggest they all just lie down and take a quick break, the weather being nice and the sky being clear. They'll stay until there's only 5 minutes left until Deadlox actually turns 20.

I continued walking for 5 more minutes, then froze in place, feeling the magic of tomorrow already present. Here, Deadlox will suddenly feel my presence, and that's when I do what's needed to be done to complete his transformation, securing the fate of MineCraftia.

"Oh Deadlox, are you ready for your life to end? I'm ready to ruin it now. I can't wait." I darkly laughed, particles consuming my body as darkness consumed me. I awoke in my bed, sitting up and grabbing a quill and ink, as well as some paper. I stopped by the kitchen, grabbing a handful of random nuts and continuing down the hallway. I glanced out a window, seeing the endstone and smirking, continuing on. Stopping by a door, I unlocked it and threw it open.

"WAKE UP YOU LITTLE BITCH!" I hollered at the top of my lungs. The girl jumped, falling out of bed as she looked up at me shocked.

"WHAT THE HELL!" She roared, jumping to her feet. "YOU CAN'T TALK TO THE ROYAL FAMILY LIKE THAT!" She continued with her loud, obnoxious voice. I picked her up with one hand, tightly holding the rim of her shirt to the point she was choking.

"I'll talk to you however I want, and do you know why?" I hissed as she desperately clawed at my hand, a scared look on her face. She desperately nodded, and I threw her on the ground. "Good, now start writing. I even brought you nuts." I confirmed, tossing everything I'd gotten onto her desk as she sat down, rolling her eyes.

"I hate nuts." She informed me with an obvious tone.

"Write a letter to the subjects and get someone to read it aloud to them. Tell them our time is coming and war will soon be upon our people. OH, and after that." I turned to her. "Get to cleaning to palace bitch." I harshly added.

"I have a name."

"I don't give a damn." I responded, leaving as I slammed the door.

"IT'S NOVA IN CASE YOU WANTED TO ACTUALLY CALL ME BY A NAME JACKASS!" She screamed at me. I rolled my eyes.

"Go choke on some." I muttered, starting with my rounds.

~Nova~

I scribbled what came to mind first on the paper, neatly folding it and placing it in an envelope, sealing it as I left my room. I passed by the other servants, none of them even knowing I was the royal family. Ha, I'd be damned if anyone knew! The jackass won't let me tell anyone, Ender's stupid orders apparently. I never remember that happening, and I wrote a book over our entire history! I've wrote several books, but no, going to the Overworld is dangerous. Go fuck the ass that cares. I gave the letter to my friend, who didn't even say hello and just left. God, everyone treats me like shit.

As I was walking to the bathroom to freshen up, someone tripped, tackling me in the process. What did I do? I flipped our positions and beat the little shit! I have an anger issue. Also… I might be, possibly, a little insane. Just a little. Just a little… When I finally felt like he'd learned to never get in my way, he wasn't moving, but to hell if I should care. I went to my private bathroom and locked the door, looking myself over.

I grabbed my black hairbrush, brushing out my dark pinkish-red purple colored hair, the random, and also natural if I may say, silver streaks in my hair shining brilliantly in the light. I sighed, just staring hopelessly into my blind looking eyes. They're pale blue, and seem to be getting paler, but the end is probably just getting to me again. I placed the brush down, stretching out my wings and tail. My wings were special, considering I am a naturally born hybrid. The spinal bones for the wing structure were pinkish-red, while the papery tissue allowing the ability of flight was a dark purple. The spike on each wing was silver. My tail, on the other hand, is more tie-dyed, the colors switching between dark purple and pinkish-red, more so the pinkish red. The spikes on the thicker part of my tail were silver, like my horns.

I went to the dresser I'd moved in here so I could always have the little bit of clothing I had in here, going through it until I found what I was looking for. I pulled a large, dark purple sweater, then black leggings and dark denim shorts, as well as some black, fingerless fishnet gloves. I found my beanie and put it on with the other stuff, the beanie having little dark gray badges on it, some of which containing the image of a creeper face. I slipped on my silver converse boots, then turned my attention back to my mirror.

I softly took the choker in my hands, putting it on and fingering the silver charm attached to it. It was shaped like a star. Soon, I found myself just staring at the picture hanging from my mirror, the charm between my fingers as I watched the mage carefully. Why did you have to go? The mages name was Seto. He gave me this charm, and taught me magic secretly, even though he couldn't spend much time here in the end. He'd come to gather ingredients. He was from a different world entirely! And he wasn't afraid of me either. He seemed so interested in my kind. Even if I knew him for about a week at most… I grew attached to him. But now he's gone, and he hasn't come back, despite saying he would one day…

I took my eyes from the picture he'd given me, leaving the bathroom and starting to do what I did every day. Clean, and attack anyone who accidently did something that got in my way. Yeah, today's been really boring.