OVERWORLD | Minelantis | Night
The ocean was calm and quiet. The moon's light penetrates deep down into the depths. It's light bright enough for Minelantis to be visible from the surface.
Martin, Nathan, and King Xavier had all returned after giving the DreamChaser a new life. Things had seemingly gone back to the way they were; normal. But upon returning to the Palace, the sounds of the seashell were heard. Everyone heard it, and everyone knew who was blowing it. But then it stopped, almost as if the blower ran out of air.
"My King, you've returned," a guard said as he bowed before King Xavier. Minelantians were beginning to gather on Royal path. The Royal path was a direct path leading straight to the Palace. "We've been worried sick. Has the Sirens caused you any harm, sire?"
Martin, Nathan and King Xavier stopped swimming down the royal path. More and more Minelantians were gathering.
"My fellow Minelantians," King Xavier projected so everyone could hear him, "Yes, I was kidnapped by the Sirens. Yes, they held me hostage. But no, they harmed me not."
"Where's the wielder?" A female Minelantian asked.
"He and his friends safely made it to their new home. An island which is about fifty blocks north of here. All is well. With the Sirens no longer a threat, the OverWorld and our oceans are deemed safe," King Xavier continued to lecture. "Tonight, we shall celebrate our victory with a grand feast in the Royal Hall at the Palace. Everyone is invited."
What no one noticed was that there was a Siren hiding within a seaweed path nearby. She was listening to everything that the King was telling his people. Once she had heard enough, she swam away in a hurry.
Swimming over the trench in which her fellow sisters were killed, she paid it a long gaze as she continued swimming over it.
"Your deaths will be avenged, I swear to you," she mumbled to herself as she made it to the other side of the trench.
Approaching Siren's Cove, she began swimming up to the surface to meet a "special" someone. Someone who couldn't go in the water. And if he did, well he'd be turned into stone. Fire and water don't mix.
Upon surfacing next to a rock that peaked above the surface, she slithered up onto it. Sitting, with his legs dangling over the end of the rock, was NetherBrine. The last remaining member of the Brine Family to still bear the name. With HeroBrine and EnderBrine now out of the picture, because they're dead, no one could interfere with his plan.
"Care to explain your prolonged absence, Raven?" NetherBrine asked as she slithered up next to him, dangling her tail over the edge of the rock.
"I had to make sure I was retaining the right information for you. Hence why it took longer."
NetherBrine glanced to his right at her, squinting his eyes. He grits his teeth.
"You dare keep me waiting!" He said as he leapt off the rock and began floating just above the breaking water. He turns around to face Raven.
"Tell me…do they know of my attack on the island?"
Raven gulped and perked up. She shook her head before saying what she wanted to say.
"No. They're having a celebration in honor of their victory from defeating me and my sisters. You said you can bring them back from the dead?" Raven asked with her head slightly tilted.
"I did and I can," NetherBrine said.
"How are you going to do that?" Raven asked.
NetherBrine smiled sinisterly. He held his hand out. Before she grabbed his hand, he cooled it down so his touch wouldn't burn her hand.
"Take my hand and I'll show you," NetherBrine said, "but first we need to find a Witch."
"What's a witch have to do with bringing my sisters back from the dead?" Raven asked.
NetherBrine sighed. He was growing frustrated with how many questions Raven was asking.
"Enough! You will not talk for the remainder of our partnership. Our plan won't work without a little magic. If we're going to take back what is rightfully ours, we need another set of hands. Someone who's familiar with my history and the OverWorld. A demon, perhaps?"
"Nightmare?" Raven asked.
"You'll find out," NetherBrine said as she took his hand. Together, the two of them flew off in a hurry. Leaving behind only a trail of smoke and ash. They were off to see the Witch. A witch who is powerful enough to cast a very powerful spell.
"If we're going to work together, NetherBrine, I need to be caught up to speed. What's swirling around in that netherrack head of yours?"
NetherBrine stops flying and looks down at Raven, who is holding his hand. What happens if he were to let go?
AHH!
He lets go. She begins free falling. The distance traveled meant that they were no longer over water. So a fall from this height would end in…death. He waited for a moment and watched her get closer to the ground.
Now over the epicenter of where the Golem Monster was destroyed and EnderBrine sacrificed himself, this was all too familiar to NetherBrine. For him, this was a memory in which he wanted to bury and never think about again. It was the sight of his embarrassing defeat by the hands of his own father; EnderBrine.
The corpse of Elderon the dragon was rotting in the very place where the Golem Monster crushed him, with zombies feasting on his flesh. Elderon's ribcage bones were just barely visible.
The terrain was still scorched from the fires that erupted after the TNT detonated and exploded. There was no grass, no leaves, not even living trees. Just a bare terrain with no life, only undead mobs.
NetherBrine flew down to catch Raven. By the time he grabbed her hand, they were five blocks above the ground. NetherBrine's reckless actions lead to the Zombies, Creepers, and Skeletons noticing them. This also meant that they were about to be surrounded by the undead.
GROAN, the Zombies sounded.
SILENT, the Creepers were.
RATTLE, the Skeletons bones sounded as they walked.
"Do something!" Raven shouted, attracting the attention of other mobs that were further away. The louder the two of them were, the more mobs were lured to their location.
As much of a villain as NetherBrine is, deep down there was a soft spot to where he showed love and compassion. Something that EnderBrine and HeroBrine openly expressed towards the end of their lives.
NetherBrine and Raven were hovering only a few blocks above the ground. Raven was pleading to him to do something. For being a Siren she was very spooked by the land mobs. It's probably because she's never been on land before up until to this point.
NetherBrine's head of fire brightened. His red eyes darkened to a deep, dark red. Starting at his feet, his body and the netherrack skin began turning blue. As the transformation moved up his body, he blinked once. When he opened his eyes, they were no longer red, but a teal blue. The flame on his head briefly extinguished before a teal blue fire erupted to life.
"Use the power of lost souls," a whispering voice said in his head. Raven was confused as to what was happening. What was happening to NetherBrine?
"Use the power, our King," another whispering voice said in his head.
Looking down at Raven, he pulled her higher into the air to avoid being swarmed by mobs.
"What is happening to you? Thought you were the King of the NetherWorld?" Raven asked.
"I am!" NetherBrine barked back in a snappy toned voice. "Always have been, always will be!"
"Never said otherwise," Raven responded with a snarky voice tone.
NetherBrine rolled his eyes and shook his head. Mumbling to himself, he says: "should've left you in the ocean."
"You came to me," Raven reminded him, "not the other way around!"
Without saying anything more, NetherBrine raised his right hand above his head. Dark red clouds formed in the sky, swirling around like a forming funnel cloud. Lightning within the clouds flashed and flickered like an aging light source.
"Look away," he warned Raven as he looked up into the sky. Raven closed her eyes, keeping them shut until otherwise.
A bright red bolt of lightning struck his hand. It was fast and brief. Looking back down at the horde of the undead, he says a sentence of cryptic words; words that would cast a spell.
He absorbs the bolt's energy. As lightning flickered all around his torso, face, legs and arms, the color switched into the blue flame; almost as if it were synchronizing its power to his.
"I, NetherBrine, hereby summon all creatures of the Underworld to rise!" He said as the lightning coursing through his body, was expelled when he aimed his hand at the area on which he wished to summon his creatures.
The ground began rumbling and shaking. The ground slowly started pulling itself apart like ripping a piece of paper.
A reddish-orange haze glowed as the crack grew wider. Some Zombies, Creepers, and Skeletons fell into the ravine. But not all of them succumbed to NetherBrine's summoning spell.
The first creature to rise was the Ghast. Then Piglins began climbing up onto the surface, wielding their common golden sword. Gold was a resource they are obsessed with for unknown reasons. Defense? Or just for show? No one knew.
Ancient builders, who once roamed freely upon the OverWorld were rumored to have extensively studied the inhabitants of the NetherWorld. Their data and findings were lost to time when their library burned to the ground. That happened 993 years ago, long before Steve and Alex and the Brine Family came to exist. Their data is forever gone, and will always be an unsolvable mystery.
"Rise my creatures, rise!" NetherBrine shouted and laughed maniacally.
Down on the ground, hiding behind a charred, huge rock, was a hooded female blockhead. She was watching the scene unfold before her eyes.
GASP!
She was starstruck to see Quintin alive and still cursed. Over six-hundred years have elapsed since she last laid eyes on him. She risked not draping her hood back. For all she knew, she had no clue as to how he'd react.
"Mileena, we need to go!" A male blockhead whispered from behind, "now. It's not safe here."
Mileena, the very witch who cursed her son and husband, was frozen in place.
Morgan and Lenny were two guards assigned to her to keep her safe while out and about. Six hundred years on, and the Resistance still fights for peace and freedom. And yes, Mileena is still the Leader.
"That's—that's my son!" Mileena said as she turned her head slightly. "Quintin. I'm the reason he's like that."
Morgan grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the rock. As she was being forcefully taken aback to the Resistance base, she glanced back at her Demi-god son.
"My baby boy," she stuttered, "what have I done?"
"This is not a family reunion, Mileena," Lenny reminds her, "whoever that thing used to be, it's no longer it. Your son is long gone. Too corrupt! He's no longer your son!" Lenny continued explaining to her.
Lenny reached into his inventory to grab an Ender Pearl. An artifact that could only be obtained by slaying Endermen.
"Get ready," Lenny said as he grabbed Mileena's hand. He threw the Ender Pearl as high into the air as he could. After he did that, he quickly grabbed Morgan's hand.
NetherBrine had noticed the pearl being thrown. When he looked down at the ground, there his mother, Mileena, was. He froze, and his grip on Raven's hand loosened. Because she's grimy and slimy, she lost her grip.
Free falling to the ground, Raven slammed into the ground on her back. NetherBrine failed to acknowledge his mistake. He's solely fixated on his mother.
"Mother?" He uttered and stumbled silently to himself. He was in awe of her.
The mobs that didn't fall into the ravine quickly surrounded Raven's unconscious body. She had been knocked out upon impact. The Zombies quickly began eating away her flesh; even her tail.
Just as NetherBrine blinked, the female he thought looked like his mother disappeared into thin air.
"Hey Raven, you okay?" He asked as he looked straight down. When he did, he was met by the gruesome sight of Raven's body.
"Oops," he muttered.