"What did you say, Silvershadow?" Crafter said.
I did not reply. I held up the slightly warm golden rod and stared at it.
"What is that?" Herder asked as he approached, his dutiful wolves right on his heels.
"A blaze rod," I replied.
"But how could a blaze rod get here?" Stitcher asked.
"There is only one explaination," I said. "It must have been---"
"Blazes did this!" Butch interrupted. "And one of them was killed. Someone must have been here and fought back."
"There's no way one person could have fought off all the blazes that did this to the forest and survived," Digger said. "But then, where are their items? If the HP of this mysterious defender was destroyed, he or she would have dropped all their inventory, and I don't see anything on the ground other than ash and fallen trees."
"More blaze rods!" Hunter hollered. "Over here."
We all moved to the spot where she stood. At her feet were three more of the golden rods. I bent down and picked them up. They felt warm as always; just the smallest trace of the monster's internal flame still resided within the shining rods.
We all moved to the spot where she stood. At her feet were three more of the golden rods. I bent down and picked them up. They felt warm as always; just the smallest trace of the monster's internal flame still resided within the shining rods.
"At least now we know who our enemy is," Butch said. "And we know where they are: in the Nether. It's time for a little payback."
"Hold on," Crafter said, putting up his hand to calm everyone. "We need to think this through. How did the blazes even get into the----" he was interrupted as I let out a cry of pain. I knew what that meant. Herobrine had a part of him inside us, and he said if he ever died, that it would hurt like hell. Well, my heart was hurting like freaking hell. I cried out. "Herobrine! He..He's gone!" I said, my voice thick with emotion.
"As I was saying...." Crafter said. "How did the blazes even get into the Overworld? They..." He looked at me, and I nodded, knowing the monsters would feel this loss, too. "They don't have Herobrine with them this time to make portals."
"Who cares about the 'how'?" Butch said. "We have a target! It's time to attack. We need to go to the Nether before they turn their fireballs on the villages and NPCs."
"Just wait a minute, Butch," I said. "We need to move carefully, so that we are prepared. The Nether can be a dangerous place."
"I know it's a dangerous place. I'm not stupid," Butch complained.
"No one is saying your stupid," Crafter said.
Hunter smiled and was about to say something, but Stitcher punched her in the arm before she could speak.
"No one is saying your stupid," Crafter said.
Hunter smiled and was about to say something, but Stitcher punched her in the arm before she could speak.
((I just realized how far this plot became 
I'm confused as to how we got to this new plot.
Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned Gameknight999...))
I'm confused as to how we got to this new plot.
Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned Gameknight999...))
"Wait, since when was the Nether dangerous?"
(Dumb little Ender is Fire Proof, not knowing that the others weren't.)
(Dumb little Ender is Fire Proof, not knowing that the others weren't.)
((Lol))
White finally drags themselves to their feet. Their chest was burning on the inside, and their fur was lightly burned at the tips. “Damn blazes...” Rain finds their way to the group, chest still burning. “It must’ve been the eye I ate...something’s happening to it...”
White finally drags themselves to their feet. Their chest was burning on the inside, and their fur was lightly burned at the tips. “Damn blazes...” Rain finds their way to the group, chest still burning. “It must’ve been the eye I ate...something’s happening to it...”
"Potion of healing?" I offer to White, holding out the bottle.
“Y-yes please...” White coughs up a little blood and smiles at Ender. “Thanks...”